Chapter 21
Two for the price of one: double-publication in one day!
Crack-ish before it gets serious
Explicit content
16th of September 2007,
Camp Jupiter, Fields of Mars
Hazel turned her back on Dio, who had begun putting on his armor, to tie the laces of her own shoes. In keeping with the tradition of the Fifth Cohort, which was losing all the time anyway, the youngest member would accompany the Centurion on one of the two chariots.
"Today, well this week, it's Chariot Race for the War Game. Normally there's other stuff. There's like, Deathball, which is like paintball, but forget harmless paint - we're talking acid, poison, and fireballs. It's not your average weekend game; the risks here are seriously dialed up. Now, Siege is basically one team's defending a fortress with water cannons, ballistae, and iron portcullis, while the other team's got Hannibal the war elephant. And there's also Gladiator Fighting. It's like stepping into the Colosseum, but we're not sure if it's as non-lethal as the good ol' days. And then there's Chariot Racing – a high-speed chariot race straight out of ancient Rome. So, there's like two teams per Cohort, plus the two Praetor's team. Well, they don't race themselves, but they have a team to their names and…Well. So, for our Cohort, it's Dakota and you for the first chariot, and Gwen and I for the…"
She turned around to see where Dio was with his armor.
"Tada! I did not know how to put it, so I put it like that"
Dio was totally naked, if not for the helmet that was strapped to his genitalia, barely hiding them.
"You…You…"Hazel reddened and spluttered. She was about to reprimand him when Dakota stumbled on the scene, totally drunk.
"Hic;..You…Oh!So Soorryyy!", he hiccuped.
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Speaking drunk-tongue, Dionysos nodded : apparently, the race was going to begin sooner than expected and he had no time to change, so he had to go like that.
As Dionysos casually strolled into the arena in all his naked glory, the crowd went from cheers to confused whispers – nobody expected the newest probatio in the buff.
Meanwhile, Dakota, who had chugged a bit too much, tranquilly passed out near the starting line, before even entering his chariot : Dio would have to drive alone.
With a shrug, the god in disguise strutted over to the horses. Discreetly, he slipped them a bit of his wine – because why not make the race a little more interesting, right? The horses, clearly on board with the plan, perked up a bit. Dionysus, his helmet securely fastened to his balls by the straps of his armor, climbed onto his chariot. Two wagons to his right, the centurion of the First Cohort glared at him. Immediately to his left, the guy who had accompanied Octavius last night - ah, probably the praetor's personal team - put a finger to his throat. Mmmm...coded language, perhaps? A sexual proposition? Dio winked at him.
As everyone tried to make sense of the scene, Jason, the Praetor, announced the start of the race : "Alright, folks, let the wild ride begin! The first chariot to complete twelve turns will win! Ready? Go!".
And, as every chariot departed, Dio's two horses started fucking - he did not know how it was possible with the disposition of the horses before the chariot. Waouh! They were clearly very creative animals. While the horses engaged in their unexpected escapade, the rest of the racers managed to complete two full laps of the arena, much to the amusement of the spectators who couldn't resist a good laugh at Dio's expense.
The horses finished fucking and they started to… trot leisurely, unhurriedly. At one point, as the other competitors were about to complete their seventh lap, Dio's horses decided to go in different directions. Realizing they had a difference of opinion, they began to fight amongst themselves.
Then Dionysus began to sing a bawdy song, and the horses' ears perked up, before the animals began to gallop furiously. They began to go faster. And faster still...until Dionysos was doing two laps while the other competitors were doing one.
In the tavern by the sea,
Sailors sang of debauchery,
A wench so fine, a sight to see,
Her ass, they praised, with bawdy glee.
"But...he's catching up!" shouted the commentator, as Dionysus completed his ninth lap at the same time as his rivals completed their tenth. And the horses continued to accelerate, as Dio continued his song about the ass of a whore and three sailors.
With a wink and a sway, she'd tease,
Sailors lusting, on their knees,
In the tavern's haze, a salty breeze,
A vulgar song, as the night unfreezes.
Risking disqualification, the driver of the second tank of the first cohort tried to get back into the carriage.
"Her derrière," their crude delight,
A sailor's joy in the raucous night,
So here's a toast to pleasures raw,
A bawdy tale, without a flaw.
And Dionysos changed his song, drawing from Pybrac.
I don't like Esther, whose eager lips
Have seven times suckled an opera tenor,
Telling him with fury that his balls are empty
But that she's thirsty for cum and that he'll piss some.
The carriage trying to fit into Dio's skidded and crashed into a wall. Only two laps remained.
I don't like Agnès who thinks her life is bitter
Runs away at fifteen to have lived
And one day has three photos taken of her for her mother:
Dick in the cunt, dick in the mouth and dick in the ass.
The centurion of the first cohort tried the same maneuver that his subordinate had just missed. His carriage approached and...Dio's horse reared up - and they ran! Amazing! - and they kicked him right in the head, breaking a few teeth in the process. Dio was third!
I don't like to see the dancer too naked
Who has shaved her hair down to the umbilicus
To reveal her half-open, fleshy vulva
Whose moist lips excite the audience.
"And...He's going to do it! He's second right behind Octavian's chariot!" the commentator shouted. "Will the Fifth Cohort win this race?". In a gesture clearly not made play - but as games were in Rome, after all - the second member of Octavian's chariot, installed behind the driver, took the whip from the driver's hands and tried to land a blow on Dio. Behind him, the crowd roared.
Joy, rage, whatever: they were excited by the game.
I don't like to see the Austrian princess
Who makes her big greyhound's dick stiffen,
Then bends under him to be his bitch
Before the emperor thinks of marrying her off.
"And he tries to hit...Ah! He misses! Clearly, this week's games are incredible! The crowd goes wild, and honors the name of Bacchus, god of the Circus!"
I don't like it when at a ball the young girl in tulle
Who confesses to me, sipping syrup wisely:
"When I've danced a lot, I like to be butt-fucked."
Then apologizes: "Oh, sorry! I said one word too many."
Suddenly, the third time the Roman tried to land a blow, Dio, still naked save for the helmet that hid his balls, grabbed the end of the whip, and pulled with a great, hard yank. The Roman, ejected from his wagon - which was going about twenty-seven kilometers - did a somersault and landed headfirst in the shit Dio horses had shat on the first lap. Dio kept singing, and his horses kept going faster.
I don't like a wet virgin at the ball
Who stops dancing as soon as she comes,
Mishears a few words in her ear and chirps:
"If you can unload in my mouth? Of course."
"AND HE DID IT, FOLKS! HE DID IT! IT IS INCREDIBLE! THE PROBATIO DIO HAS WON THE RACE FOR THE FIFTH COHIORT", everybody - but Octave - cheered. If most didn't care if the fifth won - didn't care who won, goddamnit, what a game! What a race!
16th of September 2007,
US, Amazon HQ
Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons, took of her belt. She may have lost her belt to Heracles a few centuries ago, but she wasn't about to lost it again, ex-Queen of the Amazons or not!
"Fight! Fight!", sang the amazons, circling the arena.
Amazons were now banging their shields like a rowdy rock concert crowd. The ancient referee, a woman with a beard longer than a novel, raised her staff – to signal the beginning of the wrestling match.
"I'll have your skin - and the address of your hairdresser, Penthesilea!", screamed the Queen.
But the ex-Queen grabbed her and started using "The Amazonian Twist," followed with "The Forest Flip," and executed a flawless "Enchanted Elbow Drop". However, Queen Hippolyta, defying gravity with flips that would make gymnasts jealous, grabbed a chair.
"Bouyaaaaaaaaaa", she eloquently screamed, as she broke it on her rival's head.
The ancient referee's beard fluttered like a flag in a hurricane as she desperately tried to bring order as Amazons started to fight between themselves. With chairs. That they ordered from Wish.
Penthesilea and Hippolyta started to pull on each other's hair but -
"Aha! Surprise! I've shaven my head and put a wig", dramatically revealed Penthesilea. Surprised by the boldness of her rival, Hippolyta did not see the twerk coming, and she was swiftly defeated.
The Amazon were too busy fighting to notice the moment of passation of Queenship.
"Mouhahahaha! Now, I'm both the Queen of Clubs and Queen of the Amazons!"
She took a glass of wine from the cupbearer of the queen, a bald guy who looked like a dragon.
16th of September 2007,
Camp Jupiter
There was definitely something in the wine, thought Hazel as she looked around her. Did someone spike it?
She was feeling a little inebriated herself, but nothing too serious. At any rate, nothing approaching the apparent madness that seemed to have gripped all the Romans. The most tipsy, of course, were the members of the Fifth, celebrating their victory. Well, Dio's victory.
"Hey, you guys! Look what I can do!" shouted one legionnaire before attempting a salto - and landing headfirst on the table.
The drunkest, of course, was Dakota, who had started doing a lap-dance to Gwen, who was swearing like a cartwright that she was going to "fuck that whore Dakota before the night was over". And she very well might, looking how Dakota danced with newfound vigor at that promise.
On the center table, Octavian was crying, curled up in a ball. The centurion of the first cohort was trying to comfort him, dressed for some strange reason he was in a bathing suit with a duck buoy around his waist. The duck, seemingly alive, insulted the Praetor and Augur by comparing him to the hindquarters of a pug. On the other side of the table, Jason was kissing the centurion of the second cohort, a daughter of Demeter. Hazel tried not to think genealogy, or she'd judge them strongly.
"Hey, watch where you're walking," shouted one of the Fauns, before running over to Octavian and vomiting on him. The latter, too busy whining and gibbering about "he stole my rock in the playground, it was an amazing rock", didn't even notice the smelling projectiles. Yet this was the fifth time that a Faun had vomited on him that evening.
"Yo, Hazel." Dio moved closer to her. She blushed when she saw that he was still wearing his outfit from the race - that is, was almost completely naked. He poured her a glass of wine.
"A little glass?"
Already tipsed, she accepted. What was the worst that could happen?
— A few moments later —
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"Ah yes, harder!", she moaned. She was dressed in her armor. He was naked. The feast had already begun, and everyone was already drunk. "You like it? You like it, bitch?", he grunted as he was fucking her. Her armor clanked and his dick slammed into her pussy. She screamed, "YES! Fuck me hard!". "Oh, yeah, you like my huge cock up your tight pussy? I can feel it, you're so tight. I bet no man has fucked your pussy like this, am I right?". She didn't respond. "I asked if no man has fucked your pussy as well as me." "No, none of them.".
"That's what I thought, bitch.", he growled. His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her against him. Her tits bounced. He slapped her ass. "Oh, yeah! Slap my ass harder!", she moaned.
"That's it, bitch. You're going to cum all over my cock.", he groaned. His cock throbbed inside her.
"I want you to cum, Dio! Cum inside me!", she moaned. Her nails clawed his back. "I'm going to fill you with my seed."
"Fill me! Fill me!", she screamed. He could feel her pussy spasm around his cock. "That's it, bitch! Come for me!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried. He grunted and shot his load deep inside her.
"Ahhhhhh!", he yelled, shooting his seed into her. His body trembled as he came. "Yes, fill me with your seed!", she gasped. "Yes, ohhhh!"
He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. His cock slipped out of her and his seed ran down her leg. "Thank you, Dio. You're the best lover I've ever had.", she said. "Thank you, Hazel.", he replied.
"Now, let's have some fun.". He smiled wickedly. "You know what to do."
She smiled. She walked over and knelt in front of him. She opened her mouth and began to suck his cock. He moaned. She took his whole cock into her mouth and began to suck his balls.
"You're a good little cocksucker, Hazel. You're going to make me come.", he said.
She began to stroke his cock and lick his balls. He moaned and closed his eyes. He put his hands on the back of her head and began to push her head down on his cock.
"Yes, suck it, slut.", he said. "Suck my cock and swallow my cum."
She sucked and licked his balls. He began to groan and pant. "You're going to make me come. Swallow it, slut."
"Mmmmmm.", she moaned.
"Fuck yes, keep sucking my cock, my little Hazel-slut. That's it, keep going. You're making me so hard."
She was bobbing her head up and down on his cock. "Fuck, I'm going to come, Hazel. Swallow it all, slut."
He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deep into her throat. "Swallow it, slut. I'm going to fill your throat with my seed."
"Mmmm."
He shot his load into her mouth and she swallowed it. She continued to suck his cock, and, if it was not impossible, she could swear she had heard the little spermatozoid screaming "It is I, Dio", before entering her mouth. Strange sperm - but it was the first time she saw some, so, maybe it was normal? And was it also normal to be so good with cock-sucking for her first time?…Maybe some god had given her a blessing?
Dio, Huh ?