The Roman Way

The Roman Way-

The party was livid, booming, and throbbing. The home of Galeo never had seen the likes of the crowd that filled the dining hall. From wall to wall, there were pillows all on the floor and upon them sat the heroes of the last great Roman escapade, thirty men of the best warriors in his brigade. A shallow pool in the middle of the room contained four gyrating dancers, women with only strings of jewels across their bodies, currently the source of entertainment for the men’s eyes. Small tables were all over, covered in meats and fruits of the world, delicacies to cause even their taste buds to celebrate. Beautiful women carried flasks of wine across the room, filling the goblet of whoever raised their hand. At the head of the room at the big table sat Galeo and his wife Flava, both extravagantly decorated in silks and jewels.

Galeo, captain of the Roman army, was a man in his early 40’s with a thick head of red hair and a bushy red beard to match, yet his graying sideburns were the one sign of his age. He smiled at how great the party was going for his men, for they deserved the best. It had been almost 9 months since they had last been in Rome, the toils of the army keeping them far and away from the luxuries of home.

“My men, hear me!” Galeo called out, silencing the crowd. “Rome lives strong every day because of you!” The crowd cheered its agreement.
“Today I am happy to give you the best that my home,” he paused, “and my gold,” the men laughed candidly, “can offer you to show my appreciation for your blood and sweat put into this country! Long live Rome!”

“Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!” the men cheered with an arm raised to the sky.

“So enjoy yourselves tonight. Partake of the food, drink the wine, and,” Galeo chuckled, “fuck the women!”

The cheers from the men were louder this time, most likely livened by the sight of the large assortment of beautiful women who sauntered in through two passageways beside Galeo’s table. Galeo grinned as he watched the women walk in and move toward the men. Their bodies were covered by barely few strips of cloth, easily torn away from the body. His eyes roved from the women who passed him to his wife, who stared up at him with a definite hunger in her green eyes. Flava pulled the tunic away from her chest, exposing her large breasts and darkened nipples, already protruding like buds from the earth. Spreading her legs wider, she enticed her husband like a siren, knowing what he liked best, bringing a hand down to her crotch and rubbed herself softly. Galeo fell to his knees, taking to the overwhelming whims of his wife.

The assortment of women who entered the room was a mixture of various sizes and colors. Buxom beauties of the south continent, petite visions from the east, and robust lovelies of the north; all ready and willing for whatever the men desired.

Beside the pool, Lucullus watched the dancers, grinning at their exhibitionism. He was a tall man, born from Greece, with jet black hair he let grow just enough to touch his shoulders. He sipped from his wine goblet, completely content to just watch the show before him as he let a red headed woman work her way on his hardening cock.

His eyes turned to the left at the notice of an odd noise and caught the view just as his friend Pavo grabbed one of the women walking by, an ebony dream with bleached blond hair, ripped away her skirt and slammed her down upon his lumbered cock. She screamed in both shock and exhilaration, riding his thick cock like she was atop a horse. Pavo grabbed her legs and spread them wide and high so that it was clear to all how deep he pushed into her, his length indenting the skin of her groin every time he pushed inside. Pavo’s right hand man, Vitulus, who was also his male confidant and lover, laid himself down in front of the woman Pavo was fucking and centered his face right at her crotch. He began to lick furiously at her exposed clit and Pavo’s furiously moving cock. A guttural growl was heard from Pavo and it seemed like his movements grew even more feverish.

Lucullus chuckled at Pavo and Vitulus before turning back to the dancers before him. The redhead working on his cock must have felt left out as she pulled away from him, nipping him on the tip of his cock. Lucullus immediately slapped her hard, causing her hair to whip around. “Get away from me bitch!” He growled and tossed what was left in his wine glass at her. She scowled at Lucullus, hurt and rejected, yet slunk away to find another person who would appreciate her services.

‘Damn waste of wine’ Lucullus thought to himself as he stared at his empty goblet. Raising the goblet above him, he waited for a wine girl to come and help him out of his problem.

After a moment, Lucullus started to realize that no girl was coming. Looking around, he confirmed his suspicions; the wine girls were all gone, either lost in the bodies on the floor or run back to the kitchens. Looking to a side passageway, he noticed a young woman pass by with a plate of food to replace on a side table. A stunning piece of work, his eyes were entranced. He watched as she quickly made her way through the current of bodies and pillows, put down her tray then quickly swim back to the passageway.

“You, woman, stop!” He yelled out and grinned as she instantly froze at his words. When she finally turned to meet his gaze, Lucullus pointed to his goblet, “Wine, now!” He barked out the order loudly, which jolted the girl out of her frozen state and she ran into the passageway she came from. Not half a minute passed by before she rushed out with a large flask of wine and ran to his side, once again bypassing the sea of bodies and pillows easily. As she filled his goblet with the dark red drink, his eyes roved over her body appreciatively.

She may have been young, but her body said every word of woman. He could only think she was 17, 19 at the most. Her long brown curls fell from the hurried bun they had been put into. His eyes centered on her breasts, peeking out from her tunic. They were full and inviting him to touch, mold his fingers into them, taste the dark peaks. Lifting his goblet of wine to his lips, he gulped it down within seconds.

“More, m’lord?” She asked, keeping her eyes averted and downcast, seeming as if she did not want to be in this room.

Lucullus shook his head. “No need. I have something more intoxicating now.” Dropping the goblet, Lucullus reached out for the girl and pulled her to him. Instantly his lips were upon hers, his hands quickly moving to remove the tunic from her body.

Abruptly her hands flew to his chest and pushed away with all her might to get away from his grip. “No, no, NO!” She cried out, pushing out of her grip and falling back upon a pile of pillows.

Somehow this only seemed to invigorate Lucullus; a wild one to tame was just his style. Grabbing her wrists, he slammed her down upon the pillows on the floor and laid his weight upon her.

“NO, NO, Get off me!” She yelled out again, kicking out her legs against him.

Lucullus leaned back, sitting on her stomach and released his grip on her arms, with a puzzled expression on his face. Every slave in a Roman house was used for sex one time or another, why would she fight so much now? “Slave, tell me, why do you fight against me? You are a house slave, correct?”

The girl didn’t answer, just stared off at the pillow next to her. Lucullus snorted and backhanded her on the face just hard enough to sting. “Answer me!”

The girl turned to look at Lucullus, her eyes shining with anger. “A slave I am.”

“Then why do you fight me? Your master has decreed that we may have any woman in his house….and that includes you.”

“I can not stand the thought of having relations with a man. It disgusts me.”

Lucullus laughed out loud, “So I guess I disgust you then?” She nodded slowly. “You are interested in women then?”

“I am disgusted of sex altogether, man or woman, its all the same.” She spoke snidely.

Chuckling, Lucullus stood up. “Well, then I think its time we changed the book for you.” Grabbing her by the forearm, Lucullus pulled her over to one of the small tables. With a sweep of his arm, the food was shoved down on the floor and Lucullus threw her onto the table without much effort.

“Galeo!” Lucullus called out. “You have a scorpion in your house of pillows, this one has stingers!” He said with a laugh.

Galeo stopped his ministrations where he had been pounding hard into the backside of his wife on the table. “What do you mean Lucullus?”

“This one says she is disgusted with sex, she fights against my advances. Do you allow such a thing with your slaves?”

Galeo smirked as he realized which girl Lucullus was talking about. “She is new to the house so I have not had time to break her in. If she fights back, do what you want! Are you Roman or not!”

A smile crept across Lucullus’ face. “You hear your master? I can do with you whatever I want!”

“NO! I won’t let you!” She screamed out at him and scrambled to get off the table and out of the room. Lucullus easily caught her by the arm and pulled her back. He only had to look at a few men around him for them to get the same idea he had.

Instantly there were four men upon her, grabbing at her arms and legs. In one movement, they brought her back to the table and held her down. Each man had an appendage held down, with her legs spread wide for Lucullus to do as he pleased. She struggled, but to no avail, the men where too strong for her to get loose.

One of the men spoke to her in a grizzly tone. “You are lucky to have Lucullus. Of all the men here, he has the biggest cock, women can not wait to get him in their bed. Some say it’s like the cock of a horse, how huge he becomes.”

The young woman’s eyes grew large in realization and she restarted her fight to get away. The other men chuckled, amused at her actions, knowing it would take more than struggling get out of their grasp.

“Hold her tight boys, don’t want her squirming away just yet.” Lucullus stated as he began to pump his cock in his hand, regaining his vigor from just before the redhead bit him. Kneeling down on the floor, Lucullus rubbed his hand up and down her skirt before grabbing and tearing it away. He brought two fingers to rub at her slit and smiled as her body jumped at the feeling.

“Get away from me you asshole!”

“Keep talking like that and just try to keep me away.” Lucullus laughed out loud.

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