As Lucilla scurries through the streets of Rome, she has only one thing on her mind. Her lover waits for her, hidden away from the world in a gladiator school. The only problem? This particular gladiator school happens to be owned by Lucilla’s husband, Numerius; a significant political figure with a taste for the sexually perverse. When the affair is discovered, Numerius takes his revenge, in a way that nobody expects. This 5600 word story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
“By the gods, how I want you,” he murmured, teasing her opening with the tip, circling it almost thoughtfully over her. “You are the most beautiful woman that ever walked this earth.”
“I am all yours,” she breathed, and pulled him down upon her, gasping with pleasure as he entered her and filled her to the hilt.
He rode her gently to begin with, like a master breaking in a nervous horse, before entering her harder, drawing his hard member, slick with her juices, out, then driving back in once more. Lucilla writhed and bucked underneath him, wanting more of him, wanting him inside her always. Little did he know how she lived for these clandestine meetings, how the thought of fucking him kept her from going mad.
She felt herself begin to climax, and began to thrust her hips in a delicious, unstoppable rhythm with his own, using his body to bring herself to orgasm. Felix responded by fucking her harder, pulling her legs up over his shoulders, until she was fully open to his pounding cock.
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