“Tarshi, Tarshi please…” she moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I want to come, please, Tarshi, let me come…”
I slid my fingers from her body, and she gave a small noise of frustration, but I wasn’t done. I slid my arms under her thighs, lifting her up to my mouth as I began to feast on her properly. No longer teasing, I darted my tongue inside her before moving up to suck on her clit. She cried out and I looked down, seeing her body tilted up towards me, so open and vulnerable. My cock throbbed, but I wanted her to come at least once before I took her.
I focused all my attention on pleasuring her, my tongue circling her clit as Livia's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she approached her peak, then with a cry that echoed off the stone walls, Livia came undone. Her back arched, her whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I didn't let up, lapping at her softly to draw it out.
“Tarshi, oh gods… Tarshi!”
I didn’t stop, teasing her gently over and over again, relentless. She jerked up against my mouth, sensitive but craving more, and I obliged, holding her in place until finally her back arched violently, her fingers clawing at the straw beneath her. I reached down, clapping my hand over her mouth feeling her scream against it as her body came undone.
I lowered her trembling body to the straw, and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her mouth. She gasped for breath, eyes wide as she looked up at me. I watched as her eyes closed and her head tipped back, as I began to sink inside her, loving every moment of her tight, wet heat. I sat back on my knees, and lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, using my weight to drive my cock deeper inside her. Her back arched and she gasped as she opened her eyes.
I watched Livia's face as I slowly pushed deeper inside her, savouring every sound. Livia's hands gripped my arms, her nails digging into my skin as I thrust deeper.
"More," she urged, her hips rising to meet mine. "Please, I need..."
I understood. After the intensity of her orgasms, she craved something harder, faster. I obliged, picking up the pace, driving into her with long, powerful strokes. I lifted her other leg, holding them both over my shoulders as I drove down into her pussy. The change in angle made us both cry out. I could feel every inch of her, could feel the way she clenched around me with each thrust. I drove deeper and deeper each time, until she took all of me. Her arms reached above her head, tilting her perfect breasts upwards, and I groaned at the sight.
"Harder," she panted. "Please, Tarshi..."
I gripped her hips tighter, pulling her against me as I thrust even harder.
Livia's eyes were wild, her hair tangled in the straw beneath her. She looked like some primal goddess, fierce and beautiful in her pleasure.
"Yes," she hissed, her back arching. "Like that, don't stop..."
I could feel my own release building, a fire spreading through my veins. But I was determined to make her come again before I lost control. I shifted my angle slightly, grinding against her clit with each thrust. Livia cried out, her walls clenching around me.
"That's it," I growled, feeling her begin to tremble. "Let go, little dragon. I've got you."
Her eyes locked with mine, blazing with an intensity that took my breath away. Then she was coming, her body arching off the straw as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I kept moving, drawing out her orgasm as long as I could. The sight of her coming undone, combined with the exquisite tightness of her pussy, pushed me over the edge. With a roar, I buried myself deep inside her as my own release hit.
For several moments, we stayed locked together, trembling and gasping. Slowly, I lowered Livia's legs from my shoulders,careful not to hurt her. I collapsed beside her on the straw, pulling her close against my chest. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breath coming in short pants against my neck.
"Are you alright?" I murmured, stroking her hair.
She nodded, nuzzling closer. "More than alright," she whispered. "That was..."
"Incredible," I finished for her.
We lay in silence for a while, our breathing gradually slowing. Outside, the sounds of celebration had died down. She’d need to leave soon, to sleep and regain her energy. Tomorrow we'd face whatever horrors Drusus had planned for us in the arena. But for now, in this moment, there was only us.
28
Imoved quietly through the dark corridors, my skin still tingling from Tarshi's touch, the scent of almond oil clinging to me like a lover's embrace. My body felt wonderfully loose, muscles relaxed in a way they rarely were, though a pleasant ache remained between my thighs. Above, the celebrations had begun to die down, leaving only scattered voices and occasional bursts of laughter echoing through the villa's halls.
My fingers traced the rough stone walls as I walked, using them to guide me through the darkness. The underground passages were poorly lit at the best of times, but at this hourmost of the torches had burned low, leaving more shadow than light. It didn't matter - I knew these corridors by heart, could walk them blindfolded if needed. How many times had I made this journey, sneaking back from Tarshi's cell in the dead of night?
A smile played at my lips as I remembered his hands on my skin, the way he'd worked the tension from my body with such care, such tenderness. Tomorrow would bring whatever fate the gods had planned, but for now, I could hold onto this moment of peace, of-
"Well, well. What are you doing wandering around so freely at night, my little Livia?"
The voice cut through my thoughts like a knife, turning my blood to ice. I froze, every muscle tensing as Drusus emerged from the shadows ahead, blocking my path back to the villa. How had I not heard him? How had I been so careless, so lost in my own thoughts that I'd missed his presence?
He moved like a predator, each step deliberate, eating up the space between us. The torchlight caught his face at odd angles, deepening the shadows in his eyes, making them look almost black. Wine stained his lips dark, and his usually immaculate toga was slightly askew - he'd been drinking heavily at the celebrations.
