Carola and Darolus' time together continues in spectacular fashion and has effects that will ripple out to everyone around them.
Strong sexual content warning.
"I will not marry him, Darol—I cannot—not... not after this." she vowed.
Making love—it went beyond mere sharing of pleasures—had been the most profound experience of her life. She'd never thought to feel so connected, so in synch with another human being.
The things he had done, his care with her, the gentle passion he had given her from the first kiss was branded onto her heart.
When they'd entered her chambers, Tara locking double doors behind them, he'd set her on the bed and knelt in front of her to remove her sandals so he could begin his touches literally there at her feet.
Stroking his thumbs over her insteps, he worked to relax her, trailing his long callused fingers up and over her ankles to her calves, lifting her gown to her thighs and bending closer to brush rough cheeked kisses to the insides of her knees.
Carola watched his progress, her breath catching when he pushed her gown up to her hips and slowly eased her legs further apart, tracing irregular serpentine patterns on the pale flesh of her thighs with his fingertips. Like all Roman women she was bare between them, each hair painstakingly plucked or singed away as a matter of course, for fashion or hygiene or both no one knew, it was just what was done.
"I would worship at your honeyed altar, dearest one." he whispered in a hoarse voice, forewarning her that he wished to use his mouth on her, hoping she understood and would permit it. He felt her tremble and glanced up at her as he allowed his fingers to lightly brush over her silken mound and then return to hold her thighs apart before leaning in, his lips hovering an inch above her center, waiting...
"Darol, please... yes..." Carol managed, not quite sure what he intended, but trusting him to ease the need rising in her like a tidal wave.
"My goddess." he murmured, kissing her softness, the delicious rasp of his whiskers against her tender flesh drawing a moan from her that turned to a cry of surprise when his strong tongue delved deep, pushing inside her just as it had to her mouth with his sensual kisses earlier. This felt wicked and so pleasurable that she felt like she was ice from the highest slopes of Vesuvius in winter, melting in the hot sun of his intimate new kind of kiss...
"Ambrosia..." he breathed and slipped his hands closer to hold her open, baring her secrets to his questing tongue and lips, devouring her sweetness like a starved man. Darol felt her hand clutch in his hair, to hold him in place or protest, he wasn't sure, but redoubled his efforts, plunging his long tongue deep into her tight channel while he sucked down on the soft but swollen bud of her womanhood. Her breath came in gasps and her hips rose up in response and he began thrusting his tongue in a slow rhythm in and out, breaking it with regular pauses for flicking licks to either her smaller opening behind or her trembling clit.
Soon it was too much and she wound her fingers almost painfully in his hair, whimpering until he settled in, fluttering his tongue directly over her erect clit, bringing her to a loud drawn out orgasm that melded into a second when he kept licking through the first.
"Is that... is that sex?' she asked, sounding dazed, her hand still caught in his hair holding him still, though she seemed limp and unable to move otherwise.
"A part of it, yes." Darol chuckled, giving her mound a quick kiss and then rising to lie beside her when she released her hold on his locks. "You have never pet to pleasure before? Or felt a tingle there when riding horse astride?" he asked, curious.
"I did not know I could feel such things." Carol denied, shaking her head from side to side and her hands rose to hide her blushing face.
Her true innocence charmed him.
"I would have you feel many more such things, sweetling, if that is your wish." he told her, running his index finger down the line of her shoulder to her collar bone and trying to push aside her gown to find the swell of her breast.
"There is more?" she asked breathlessly, her fingers opening so she could look at him, biting her lower lip in anticipation.
Darol nodded, his gaze smoldering and then, frustrated because her gown wasn't cooperating, he sat up and used both hands to work the releases on the silver flower shaped fibulae at her shoulders and set them aside. So loosened the blue silky fabric pushed aside easily, baring her breasts to him.
Carola made an inarticulate self conscious noise and covered her face again. In her circle of friends she had been made to feel her slender form was inadequate, her small bosom not womanly enough to hold a man's interest. In fact her body was a perfectly proportioned classical hourglass shape, like a statue of Venus carved by some even more ancient Greek, breasts tipped with rose pink peaks, waist nipped in but with a sweet curve starting at her navel, and hips wide enough to bear any man healthy sons.
His mouth dry, Darol felt light headed. She was even more beautiful than he'd imagined.
He continued by reverently removing her gown the rest of the way and dropping it to the floor so she was completely bared to him, then hesitated, staring down at her bounty like a starving man confronted with an overwhelming feast, unsure of where to begin.
When she didn't feel his hands immediately return to her after her gown was gone, her worst fears confirmed, Carola rolled to her side, away from him, curling in on herself, fighting sudden tears.
Realizing his error, Darol cursed himself for hurting her and reached out to pull her back against him, encircling her with his arms in a comforting hug.
"Truly, you are a goddess..." he apologized, nuzzling into the space between her jaw and shoulder, "This acolyte was stunned by beauty."
Carola made a disbelieving noise.
Dixus reached down and pulled away the cotton wrap from his bath that served as barrier between their bodies and resettled against her, his rock solid erection nestling into the crease of her bottom.
"Cock wishes to worship at honeyed altar of goddess Carol as well." he rasped in a rough growl and his hands moved to cup her breasts, their soft weight and tight nipples making him groan in pleasure. As he caressed and pinched them he felt her stiff protective posture start to soften and began kissing and nipping at her neck until of her own volition she rolled back towards him so he could take her mouth in a deep passionate kiss. One hand left her breast and slipped down over her belly to her core, parting the soft folds and circling her clit until she moaned into his mouth.
Continuing the caresses with his thumb he slid one finger back through her slickness, rimming the opening before slipping inside, getting her used to the feeling of fullness from the penetration, relaxing her so she would be able to take him as fully as possible. He added a second finger just as he lifted his mouth from hers and trailed kisses down her neck to settle in at her breast, sucking on her nipple and pushing in more deeply simultaneously, playing her like a fine instrument.
When he felt her suddenly shudder and cry out, her hips rising against his hand, tightening rhythmically around his fingers he flung his head back, hissed and gritted his teeth, knowing he needed to be inside her soon, his cock weeping, but not wanting to rush her, loving her responsiveness to everything he did.
"Darol? I need...I need..." she whimpered, bucking against his hand, her hands rising to his shoulders, trying to pull him over her.
"What do you need, dearest, tell me..." he murmured, staring down at her intently, willing her to open her eyes and tell him.
"You!" she cried, and her eyes flashed in vivid blue demand, "Make me yours..."
"By your command, my goddess." he grinned wolfishly and kissed her deeply before arranging her just how he wanted, on her back, her legs spread wide as he knelt between them, hands under her ass, lifting her onto his thighs so as he leaned forward the tip of his cock was seated at her center and they could both watch the slow penetration.
"Breathe..." he told her, realizing she was holding her breath, biting her lip, tensing, expecting pain. It was true, he was not a small man, but he had prepared her as best he could... then he spotted several flasks and other interesting things on the night table beside the bed and realized the body slave had prepared the room in anticipation of these exact events. Reaching out he grabbed a small rounded glass flask shaped like an olive and pulled out the stopper. The soothing smells of thyme and chamomile had him draw back from Carola and use the scented oil to anoint his cock and wipe the residue along her slit as well.
She frowned up at him, but he smiled reassuringly and taking cock in hand, began again. This time the lubricant eased his way, the broad head parting her much more readily. His thumb circled in the scented slickness and she began to relax, letting go of her fear. He continued to push forward, stretching her and after a brief moment of pain he saw her brow unknit and felt her tight sheath open more fully for him until at last he was fully seated, her soft ass cradling his tight sac.
The warrior in him howled inwardly in triumph. She was his. She would always be his alone, no matter how the fates conspired to keep them apart.
The shy boy in him who loved her with his whole heart felt like weeping, unable to imagine he would lose her after this perfect moment.
The man who was her first lover began to move, bringing them both to the heights that only the truly passionately in love can reach from the melding of hearts, minds and bodies. He drove into her relentlessly, wanting to feel her come around him, with him, so he could plant his seed deep, so that when she married that weak bastard she would be carrying his child, forever binding them together.
He must have drifted off after the earth moving climax they had reached together. When he came back to himself it was because he felt curious hands slippery with the scented oil, one fondling his testicles from behind and the other wrapped around the base of his cock as he lay on his side. When he felt her dainty fingers spread the oil further back, seeking and then pressing one inside his tight ass he moaned, hardening further in her hand.
"I wish to give you pleasures." she whispered from behind him, her breasts soft and luxurious against his back, "Just as you gave them to me..." she pushed a second finger inside him, "Would you like that?" she asked, taking his earlobe between her teeth and tugging.
Unable to have a coherent thought other than, dear gods what was she doing to him? Dixus groaned out his assent. At the insertion of a third finger his breath hitched and cock stiffened to full erection and he pushed back into her more aggressively than he intended. When she removed her fingers he groaned in disappointment.
"Patience, dearest one." she murmured and then he felt slippery butter soft leather move against the back of his thigh and rise to part his ass cheeks as more oil was dribbled between them. At the first tentative thrust against his anus he grunted and she gave a little cry of pleasure. He felt himself opening to the slow pleasure pain of the burning invasion of the leather phallus she wore strapped on, half inside her and the other half working its way inside him, and groaned even more loudly.
"Tara said you would enjoy this—that we both would." Carola asserted, sounding a bit unsure that the noises he was making were ones of pleasure.
"Wait..." he grunted and then whimpered and gasped loudly as she pulled out completely.
"She lied to me! I'll have her whipped!" Carola said, angry and embarrassed, worried she had ruined everything and hurt him.
Instead of trying to explain he just rose to his hands and knees, spreading them apart and lowering his head to his hands.
"It's better this way... you can go deeper... and use your hands on my cock too... better for me..." he said and waited. This was not the first time he had been penetrated, but this time it would be by choice, not by force of older boys showing their authority over younger school fellows. The one other time he'd allowed it, it had been because of his deep bond with his training partner Aaronus, who had lost his lover, another gladiator who had died in the arena during training. Wanting to comfort him had led to them making love. Both of them had known it was a onetime happening, and fortunately it had served to deepen their understanding of one another rather than harm their friendship.
He heard her relieved sigh and felt her move behind him again. He was thrilled she was so bold—his little vixen wanting to give him pleasures—and his cock was harder than he ever remembered it being.
She was more tentative this time, pushing in and back out several times as if working up the courage to go all in, unknowingly setting the sensitive nerve endings at the rim alive with agonizingly good sensations that shot straight to his balls.
"Futuo!" he gasped, grabbing his cock with one hand and reaching back to her hip with the other, pulling her forward, grinding out, "Stop teasing and just put it in me!"
"I wasn't—" she protested, both her hands coming to frame his hips and she tried to slowly ease in deeper, but he bucked back against her and that pushed the phallus deeper in them both, making her moan and cry out. When it grazed his prostate he howled and grabbed for her right hand, dragging it to his rigid cock and showing her how to pump it the way he preferred.
"Don't stop..." he ordered, "...keep moving, just like I did for you... harder... faster..." and then he lowered his head to his forearms again, giving her the control.
She was a quick study, hitting his pleasure place with almost every stroke of the leather cock inside and working her hand tirelessly on his shaft outside. He grunted loudly at each thrust and then started laughing right before he came with a shout, shooting hard and long and then collapsing forward onto the sticky wet soft bed, the strap-on still buried in his ass, her softness pressed against his back, her arms tight around his torso.
"Was that good?" she asked him breathlessly, kissing his shoulder.
"Any better I'd be dead." he sighed, totally spent.
"That's a definite possibility." a low menacing female voice said from the now open doorway of the bed chamber.
Dixus rolled protectively in front of Carola and looked up into the disapproving eyes of the Doctore.
"This is where I find you? Getting fucked by niece of Domina when your bout looms? Have you lost mind?" she spat at him. Behind her Tara gave them a look of pained apology, a swollen eye, bloody lip and a bruise blooming on her jaw where she must've been struck, forced to give away Dixus' location.
Just when he didn't think it could get any worse, the Dominus arrived.
"Doctore? What are you doing in this part of the villa? Have you found—" Regulus eyes went wide as he took in the scene before him. "—Dixus?"
Darolus continued to shield Carola from view while she covered herself with the bed sheets and removed the sex toy while hidden behind him.
"What is he doing here?" Dominus demanded of Doctore while pointing at the man on the bed.
"He is with me, Uncle." Carol said, peeking out from around Dixus, holding the sheet to her chest, brazening it out, "I chose him for pleasures."
Regulus looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel.
"Take him back to the ludus." he bit out the curt order to Micha, glaring at his niece.
"We aren't finished." Carola protested, taking Darolus' hand in hers.
"Oh yes, you are." the Dominus said ominously. "Go." he said to Dixus in a no nonsense clipped tone.
Darolus reluctantly pulled his hand from Carola's and stood, completely nude, mixed oil and spunk dripping down his thighs.
Regulus shook his head in disgust.
"Clean him up before you parade him through the villa to the lineup." he frowned hard at Micha and Tara, "And breathe no word of this to anyone else or go under the lash." He ordered tersely.
"Yes Dominus." the women said simultaneously and they backed out of the room, eyes downcast, along with Dixus, who continued to look at Carola for as long as he could.
"Did he spill inside you when you received pleasures?" Regulus asked imperiously as soon as the slaves were out of sight, pinning Carola with his glare.
She blushed but didn't speak, her chin held high, her eyes glittering in defiance.
"Answer me girl!" her uncle demanded. "You are a member of my family in my home—I can order the lash for you as well."
"Yes!" she shouted rebelliously. She had made love with Darol and hoped she now carried his child, a part of him to have as her own for the coming lonely years...
"You were a maiden... it may not have taken root..." he murmured to himself, frowning. "You were rash, niece, but all may still be well. Bathe and dress for evening meal. I will send Minerva to attend you."
"Minerva?" she asked, her voice quavering, "But Aunt sent me Tara..." had she gotten Tara hurt even worse? "You will not whip her for helping me, Uncle—please!"
"Your Aunt has matters to discuss with her body slave tonight, girl." Regulus said dismissively. "Do not be late for meal." and at that he swept out of the room.
Carola lay down on the still damp sheets, brought them to her face and inhaled the scents of thyme and chamomile and Darolus, and began to cry.
"I will not marry him, Darol—I cannot—not... not after this." she vowed.
Whew! That practically wrote itself. I loved the idea that Carola had no idea how kinky she was being (thanks to Tara) just wanting to give him the same kind of pleasure he'd given her and Darolus just rolled with it. For a Roman he's a very open minded guy because he's seen life from both the perspective of the master and the slave. He had no problem giving comfort to his best friend that turned physical; he's very good at figuring out what people he cares about need and giving it to them.
What's that saying about secrets? Three people can keep one if two of them are dead? A few too many people know that Dixus went to the villa before the bouts...