Porn Warning! Puckentine erotica!
Prompt: How about some more of Sam, the mighty nude gladiator of ancient Rome? Maybe with some butt stuff? :)
When we heard the effete and temperamental owner of the ludus, Robbishapirus, tell the beautiful Sampuckett of Gaul that she would be entering her next match in the nude. To prove she had nothing with which to cheat concealed on her person. We decided to stay and observe.
Luckily it was a popular pasttime to watch the warriors practice. So no one questioned our presence. We were even able to lurk around a corner listening to her talk to Cavalentina, a Senator's daughter who we would discover was her secret lover and most fanatical supporter.
"Sampuckett, you must triumph. I have made a wager with my father. If you win I will be given to you as a prize. If not i must marry who he chooses. I fear it might be Robbishapirus himself." Cavalentina said.
Sampuckett was stroking her face when I peeked back around the corner. "My pet, my sweet soft slave of love. I am the chosen of Katu Bodwa, my people's Goddess of Battle Fighting. I cannot be beaten in combat. I could go out there armed only with a hairfelt sock, stuffed with butter or cheese, and still I would triumph." She leaned in close and spoke more quietly, but I was able to hear. "I welcome this decision. my people have sometimes gone into battle naked, our skin blued with woad, our hair spiked with lime. Naked to frighten our enemies and to show our faith in the strength of our gods. Get me woad and lime and I will show my mettle in the field of blood, as have my mothers before me."
The next forenoon we witnessed the blonde; naked, hairy in the way of Northerners of the time. Her skin blue as a soldier's coat, her long hair grayish white with lime and standing fully extended in fat spikes. I am a woman of science and I thought she looked more hellbeast than maiden.
She was right, she could not be beaten. Though I think it was more from her own etheric force than any joy the gods found in her. My etherglass was hidden with the travel apparatus. But I knew I must find a way to observe her through it at the earliest opportunity.
Nine hale men she fought and bested that day.
First two in single combat in succession. Then two more were allowed to attack as a pair. First blood and more she scored upon them.
Finally, the prelate of the field announced, at Robbishapirus' command, four warriors would face her and they need only sever one of her spikes of hair and all her triumphs would be erased and they would take the match.
So it was four on one and would go until they took her hair or they called defeat themselves, neither blood, nor falling, nor dire injury would stop it.
She beat those men back as if they were children. Small nursling children,in fact. I don't even intend large and rowdy children. And each a trained and blooded warrior. All larger than she, one half again her size.
It was so easy for her it almost looked like she was playing with them.
In the end they each cried 'sufficient!' and left the field in failure.
Later that evening, etherglass in my hand, Lady Tori and I followed Sampuckett and her senatorial prize as they took their leave.
At my signal, my lover and I engaged and then wound the crown key of our personal luminal refraction systems. My study on the etheric field of the female orgasm had also branched into these clockwork vibration systems that would quiver mightily against our pleasure nexus. Using the created etheric energy to refract light precisely just above the surface of our skin, creating a reflective shield of etheric or orgone energy. I had coined the term orgone for etheric energy created by orgasms. My field of study. But it had found some traction on the east coast for any etheric energy field. I didn't know if this was because of ignorance or design.
Luckily I had created a near frictionless lubricant that kept the clockwork in our luminal refactors moving indefinitely. I actually had to create a key that disengaged the mainspring from the gears. Otherwise they'd never stop. However all of the kinetic energy in the spring releasing at once when it is disengaged cause a brief but intense buzz on our most intimate enjoyment that would flood a pair of bloomers I maust say.
When I say frictionless lubricant I of course mean in the gears. Both my dear Tori and I are Juicy Lucys and have never required any of a sexual nature.
The gladiatrix carried her prize up the stairs. To the loft, where we found her entering a private room. We had seen the warrior's dormitory. I didnt know if the champion warranted special treatment. or if this was a communal room set aside for precisely this purpose.
The blonde lay her prize on her belly on a large bed with a deep red wine raw silk coverlet. She sank down a little into the soft down mattress. She leaned over her and kissed her.
I could think of no comparison in our time to how rare and expensive this was. This coverlet they were about to engage in very staining activities on. So I just said those words sotto voce to my lady love and she suddenly looked all the more eager to watch.
Sampuckett began with licking the little droplets of sweat from the small of her back and the top of her round tan ass. She kissed down her bum crack. Pushed her legs up so she was on her breasts and knees, with arms slack at her sides. Her back arced back her ass and cunt presented on display. The warrior tongued her ass for a moment. Then kissing her puss quickly and rolled her over.
She lifted and separated her legs holding them gently. Kissing and licking, touching and exploring with her lips and tongue.
Slowly the kisses became deeper and more passionate. Her tongue coming into play. Exploring the girls lips and parting them to explore the wet sweetness beyond them. She pulled reluctantly away and looked at her. Her pussy now engorged with excitement. The lips open and ready for another kiss. She smiled to herself watching dewy beads of pre-cum wend their way around the warm moist orchid of her sex.
She sealed the fate of an encounter she'd planned to be purely sexual, when she gave into an urge to tug at her red curls. The hair-pulling made her arch her back, then push her puss forward at her. The low moans, gasps and sighs that had been near constant to her attentions, now got louder and more impassioned.
She, shrugged as if to say, 'If thats what you want,' then leaving off tugging her pubic locks she swatted her hand down flat on her slick open slit. She gave her a second firm spank and followed it immediately with a deep lingering kiss on her pudenda. Starting on the surface but eventually clearly reaching as deep into her with her tongue as she could reach. She arched, pulling away as she came, but the warrior's hands gripped her hips and would not release, tongue fucking her as she writhed and thrashed. Finally her moans and grunts became a high keening scream. "Ahhh! Uh! Oh, Oh, Uuoooh! Sir, ah auhhhhh! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh." It lasted about a four count, right when she looked like she was going to change gears, maybe stop for a moment, The girl stopped and her steel cord muscles drooped slack as she collapsed to the bed. A quick check showed she was conscious and she seemed aware.
My own pleasure was building from the vibrations of the luminal refraction device nestled firmly against my lovenest and buzzing busily. My lady clearly felt the same and we squeezed each others hand as we rode it out. breathing very shallowly as i recovered and regained control.
She kissed between her open lips, deep in her cunt, making her tongue and mouth extra wet. To further lube her already sopping lovehole.
She entered her with her right middle finger. The girl initially squeaked when she entered her and it turned onto a series of short sharp moans as the warrior thrust into her slippery cunt, in and out at a medium hard fuckspeed.
After a few gasps and moans the girl began to speak. "My Lady, my lady, please. Pause, just for a moment."
Sampuckett stopped and the girl was able to speak more freely. "My lady, I am your possession. Your willing adoring slave, bought and paid for with your valor. I know you prefer to act your passion upon me. But please. This evening. please allow me to pleasure you in turn.
The warrior thought hard and with true love in her eyes and she soon gave her loveslave her wish. Allowing her to first clean her with clothes and oils and expensive foreign salves. Until the warrior lay just as naked, but now looking more beloved maiden than demon of nightmares.
The girl's attentions became more intimate. Her fingertips began to stroke, pet, and massage the outside areas of her lover's furry fuckhole. Soon penetrating her with slim agile digits, that clearly knew what they were doing. Her index finger joined the first one in a quest that only she knew the final goal of. She was kissing her lad's clit and licking it as she fingered her. Now her index finger came out and her left middle finger joined her right within her. This gave a similar but sufficiently different feeling that the gladiator's climbing lovesounds acquired a slightly different pitch.
She paused at maximum penetration and spread her two fingers apart deeply kissing the tiny humid tunnel she'd opened. she kissed at that hole deep and vigorously for a moment.
I soon became aware of a fullness building in the back of her head. With my refined and practiced skills I felt it throughout my body, in the air even. There was certainly an orgasm building. Of the sort only available in a relationship of true pure love, as i myself was quite familiar with. But this warrior woman was a unique case. Her orgone was somehow different, stronger.
The girl found her special inner spot. What would have been her prostrate in a man. And as she rose up to the first plateau, rising up toward her orgasm, the girl slid the well lubed finger removed presently from her sopping pussy up inside her fundament. As she reached the next plateau of stimulation, the girl removed her left finger from her cunt. Perhaps just for something different. Perhaps the warrior had a special passion for bumplay. Either way, this tangible pressure was building with her passion. Now with no vaginal penetration at all.
Finger fucking her ass and passionately kissing her clit. Both girls making pleasure sounds, but Sampuckett's were long and deep and low; groaning and grunting, occasionally moaning her name, 'Cavalentina', or 'lover' or 'oh yes, oh fuck'.
I knew her orgasm was coming when that was abandoned in favor of a gibbering babble of unconnected noises. Which built in volume and pitch as she increased her attentions working every anal stimulation trick she knew, as she rode her clit equally passionately. I felt the pressure build, in her, in the room, and nearly deep within my very soul.
I raised the etherglass to my eye. Like a short fat telescope, it had six lenses that worked together to Isolate etheric energy into the visible field. It took me a year of constant work to complete and I didnt know if I could ever recreate the design. The hard science, certainly. But it was beyond that. Like flaws and occlutions of the glass that somehow make it catch the elusive wavelength.
A frothing wave of energy was creeping up the wall. The wave kept getting higher and higher, long past when I'd have expected it to break.
Until it was a partially visible wave of golden and bright yellow green energy swirling up the wall above her head. I could see it developing an unstable foamy appearance near the top.
I braced myself as I saw the wave arc over and then it broke and poured right into her lap and she screamed and came hard in the girls mouth, ejaculating clear sticky fluid into her mouth along with the energy that had no where to go other than into her.
The girl's eyes rolled up as she came so hard and suddenly she moan screamed into her lovers lap. Her body convulsing against her.
It even hit Tori and I overloading our luminary refraction devices, which buzzed so hard it forced us to cum with a mechanical demand that had nothing to do with what we were feeling emotionally. Which was fear, as we were appearing in this room, mid-orgasm.
As soon as I talked our way out of this I absolutely needed this girl to assist with my work was a thought so powerful I forgot everything else.