My Roman Conquest (2 page)

Slowly he obeyed, sliding out of Barra's mouth and grabbing her arm. The second centurion grabbed the other, and together they marched her around to Titus' desk, Decimus's cock still standing up from under his kilt. They forced her down onto the desk, so that she bent over it, her ass toward the general.

'As you were,' the general said, smirking, and Decimus wasted no time in rounding the desk to return to Barra's warm mouth. She accepted him back happily – the Roman's were cocks, sure, but they were sweet-tasting cocks, and if she got to have fun while getting out of here, why not? The other legionary joined Decimus, slipping his own erection out from his kilt.

Barra grunted with surprise as Titus suddenly yanked down her tunic, exposing the fit, smooth curves of her ass, and the lips of her pussy peeking out beneath – a glimpse of temptation. Titus moved forward, his hand going to her wet slit, fingers slipping between those lips and teasing at Barra's clit. She let out a low moan, Decimus's cock back in her mouth, feeling the nagging desire from her pussy, the want for the general's cock inside her, to feel this strong man inside her, believing himself to be controlling her even as she controlled him with lust. She rocked her hips, forcing herself against his hand, the extra pressure sending a wave of sensation through her body.

'Just as I'd expect from a wildling girl,' the Roman said, as he hiked his kilt up to let his loincloth fall away. Barra let Decimus's cock slip out of her mouth and looked back over her shoulder, to see Titus' cock standing hard, his kilt tucked up behind it, revealing its full length and his heavy balls. Of course a general would have a nice, big set of balls, Barra thought, as he pressed his cock against her slit.

'Now, woman of the Celtoi, time you were shown how an empire does it.'

Barra growled as the general thrust into her suddenly, furiously, his cock going deep – he didn't care if he hurt her, but Barra was a warrior first, and the tiny amount of pain she felt barely fazed her, so focused was she on the new pleasure, the wave that spread through her from deep within, the primal connection she felt with the general, as if she had the whole of Rome by the balls, and was riding it to victory. He began to fuck her like he owned her, pounding into her with deep, strong thrusts, and she rode it out, let the feeling crackle through her skin as she took Decimus into her mouth again so that she had a cock in two holes, and another waiting his turn. She gave Decimus's cock another swirl around the tip, licking up the stray pre-cum, and then pulled out enough to take the second legionary's cock as well, both of them colliding, sliding against each other in her mouth, and Decimus and the second legionary looked at each other, both of them surprised at the pleasure of the new feeling, their eyes locked together as their cocks pressed against each other, and a second later Decimus leaned forward and drew the legionary into a passionate, wild kiss, forgoing all societal considerations as his wild lust overtook him. The legionary returned it with enthusiasm, their lips meeting and wrestling for dominance even as Barra sucked and lapped at their cocks.

'Knew I was the only real man around here,' Titus barked, ramming into Barra as if to prove the point, but she noticed he was thrusting harder, faster, as if spurred on by what he saw in front of him. The two legionaries were practically fucking her mouth now, their two swollen shafts rubbing against each other as they fought for the attention of her tongue.

The sensation began to build, filling her, as Decimus's moans grew more frenzied, and he began to thrust into her mouth, more confident now, desperate to get what he wanted, and as he buried his hands in her hair and gave one final thrust he cried out, and his cock began to throb, shooting a massive load into her mouth, which she swallowed down hungrily, her tongue working his pulsing length for every drop of sweet cum, even when Decimus began to twitch from the sensitivity of her actions. The second legionary was only seconds behind, his cock, already covered in Decimus' cum,  pulsing, issuing a second warm spurt of seed into her mouth. As their orgasms subsided they slid from her mouth, with enough cum still there that it fell from her lips, and as Decimus stumbled back to catch his breath, Titus began to thrust harder and harder, pounding her, and with the taste of their cum still on her tongue, and the general's thick length still filling her, a warm heat began to flood through her. It built and built, her heart racing, skin tingling, when suddenly the second centurion ran a hand down her naked back – she came, crying out, tipped over into orgasm before she expected it, her hips bucking as her legs went weak, squeezing her eyes shut as her world exploded with elation, and even as her pussy throbbed she could hear Titus getting closer, his thrusts shallower and faster, and finally he too came, the length inside her throbbing almost in time to the pulse of her pussy, a huge load filling her, and they froze suspended in that moment of bliss, at the mercy of their own bodies, swept away into divine elation.

Slowly, ever so slowly, their glow began to subside, and Barra's nerves shot through with sensitivity as Titus slid out of her with a groan. Barra remained over the table for a moment longer, catching her breath, letting strength return to her knees, feeling the general's warm cum sliding out of her wet pussy. Barra drew in long, slow breaths, her heart still racing, her pussy still throbbing with heat that moved in waves through her body.

She turned, and straightened up, looking the general defiantly in the eyes as she replaced her tunic. He gazed back at her, impassive, his hard cock slowly softening, the kilt sliding back into place as it did so. She could see the conflict of emotion in his eyes, an internal debate playing out.

'Now what?' she said, expecting a betrayal, anticipating that the general would find a way to keep her here and use her for his own pleasure. But even in Romans there was some honour, it seemed.

'Go,' he said. 'Go tell your people that we will fuck them just like we fucked their precious warrior-maid. Tell them the Romans are coming for them. And soon we'll be coming inside them.'

Barra smirked. 'We'll see if they give a shit about your words,' she said, and proudly stalked out of the tent, passing the baffled legionaries without a backwards glance.

-*-

Not long after returning home, once the celebrations were done, Barra had the young messenger brought to her round-house. She looked him over – a young lad, maybe with twenty summers to his name. His round face and blue eyes betrayed his innocence, and he had a mess of hair as red as Barra's.

The young man went red-faced under her gaze, but Barra soon moved forward and slapped him on the shoulder.

'You did well, Brenock,' she said playfully. 'We saved many lives, because of you. If only there was some way I could repay you...'

Her hand slid down off his shoulder, brushing the bare length of his arm, drawing the hair standing with a sudden thrill. She glanced down at the crotch of his tunic.

Not the only thing standing...

Finn suddenly entered the room, and Brenock froze as if ice water had just been poured down his back.

'What's going on here?' Finn demanded, and Barra tried to suppress a smile. When she failed, Finn dropped the pretence, drawing closer to the youth from behind. He leaned close to his neck, drawing in his scent. 'Ah, I see,' he breathed. 'Was my wife just thanking you? You know, I wanted to thank you, too...'

Finn's strong hand suddenly grabbed at the boy's ass, between the muscles, his fingers pressing against the boy's hole from outside his clothes. The boy tensed, but Barra could see the drop of pre-cum forming through his tunic.

'Husband,' Barra whispered, 'Why don't you thank him properly?'

'Oh, I will,' Finn replied, and dropped to his knees, yanking down Brenock's breeches. Brenock gasped at the sudden motion, and Barra watched as his young cock leapt free – it was smaller than Finn's, but looked perfectly formed and delicious. Barra ran a finger over her full lips, and Brenock's eyes were locked on them. He didn't see Finn's head moving toward his ass.

'Ahh, fuck!' Brenock suddenly cried, as Finn's tongue slid between those muscles, finding the young man's hole. Barra sank to the floor, settling in to watch. She spread her legs, knees up, her hand sliding within her tunic to play with herself while she watched. After the initial surprise Brenock was relaxing in to the feeling, and Barra watched his cock twitch, knowing what he was feeling – she too enjoyed the strength of Finn's tongue as it would press against her, and the deftness of it as it would play and tease at the hole. Barra began to slide out of her tunic, Brenock watching her like a hawk even as he squirmed with the pleasure and motion of Finn's tongue at work. When she was completely naked, her tunic balled to one side, Brenock leaned forward, his hands on Barra's knees for support, opening his ass up further for Finn's tongue, and her husband buried himself deep, fucking the boy with his thick tongue, drawing up a wealth of passionate moans from him. As Finn worked Brenock's ass, the young man crept lower toward Barra, a look of hungry lust on his face, his cock standing rock hard, wanting her. She let him slide down between her knees, even as her husband's mouth worked his ass, and soon his cock was pressing against the lips of her pussy. He looked at her, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, asking permission.

In answer, Barra guided him between the lips of her pussy, but not quite inside.

'On one condition...' she said, and behind Brenock, Finn straightened up with a smirk on his face. The tip of his cock pressed against Brenock's hole.

The young man seemed to hesitate, wide-eyed, but Barra winked at him.

'Relax. Be a man.'

Brenock nodded, and gasped as Finn's length slid into him, filling him with the man's thick Celtic cock, hitting a place of pleasure inside him that he had never experienced before. The young man gave a long, trembling moan as Finn pushed deeper inside him, and at the same time he slid inside Barra's pussy. She let herself be carried away on the thought of being fucked by a young man who her own husband was fucking, revelling in the wild animal feeling of it, throwing aside anything but their pleasure. Brenock began to thrust uncertainly at first, struggling to keep a rhythm with Finn, but soon they settled into it, his cock pushing deep into Barra as he took one himself, the misty look in his eyes driving a fierce hunger in Barra. With each new thrust, the forceful impact of the two men shot a bolt of pleasure straight through her, and she moaned wildly, wanting more, wanting it faster, and the men seemed to respond in kind, Finn fucking Brenock harder and Brenock ramming Barra – warmth flooded through Barra's skin, a fire in her belly crackling at the experience, at her husband fucking her by way of another man, Brenock's gasps and moans so forbidden, so wrong that it felt absolutely right. Soon Finn was pounding the younger man, and he leaned in to bite lightly at Brenock's neck, just as he did with Barra, the young man barely able to contain his reaction. She felt his cock twitch inside her and knew he was barely holding back his orgasm - the effect of Finn's thick cock reaching that special place inside him while he fucked the most beautiful warrior-maid of their people almost too much to deal with.

Barra fixed her eyes on Finn's.

'Put him out of his misery,' she said devilishly, and Finn let out a deep rumble of laughter. He straightened up for better control, almost leaning back now, his hand on Brenock's shoulder, all but swinging from the young man as his cock pounding into him. The sudden deeper penetration was too much for Brenock – his rising moans stirred a hungry animal in Barra.

'Cum inside me,' she whispered to him, grasping her hands tight around his biceps.

'Ahhh....ahh, Barra!' the young man cried, and then gave one desperate, long moan, his cock twitching inside her, shooting load after load into her hungry pussy, her body flooding with sensation as if it knew just how glorious it was that she was taking another man's cum. Brenock's noises pushed Finn over the edge, and he too came, pumping his hot load into the young man's ass, and Barra watched in rapture at their blissful faces – Brenock's misty eyes and almost pained expression, and Finn's fierce, warrior's face. She felt the pulsing of Brenock's cock inside her, and imagined how the young man must feel to have Finn's thick shaft pulsing inside him in turn, and that was enough to send her over the edge with them, the orgasm exploding through her body, her head lolling back, her skin slick with sweat as she was swept away on the tide of elation, her voice gasping, her body trembling, tense on the edge of pain, and then falling slowly, slowly, so that only the pure pleasure remained.

She opened her eyes, barely realising she had closed them, to see Brenock's far-away expression gazing down at her. Slowly his eyes seemed to clear, and he looked at her as if seeing her for the first time, and inside her his cock gave one final pulse. She ran her fingers over his arms, teasing at the hair on them.

'Thank you, Brenock,' she managed, breathless.

'No...No, Barra. Thank yo-aah!'

Brenock breath went still as Finn's huge cock slid out of him, and then he let out one long sigh.

'Gods,' the young man said. 'Gods...'

Barra laughed at his loss of words. Whether it was a man or a woman, her husband knew how to fuck. Slowly Brenock rolled away from her, collapsing into a heap next to her, and Finn scooted up to wrap an arm around his wife. For a while the three simply lay in their tangled pile, letting their sweat evaporate and their bodies recover from the pleasure, bringing them back down to earth.