A Private Triumph

"Undo your belt, and take your tunic off," Labda said, taking a few steps back, slowly turning to allow Rhoda to properly take in her form. To enjoy the sight of bared flesh curving at hips and waist, breasts peaked with dark nipples sloping at her chest. A hint of her shaved sex, before a tilt of the hips showed the rounded orb of her rear.

Holding in a foolish grin, Rhoda instead simply let her lips curl slightly. She deftly undid her belt and set it aside, careful not to drop her sword. Then her fingers curled around the hem of her tunic and lifted upwards.

Biting her lip, Labda turned her head to watch. Her eyes following the rise of linen upwards, over lean thighs, her shaved sex, the rippling hardness of her abs, to the undersides of her bust. Still the tunic carried upwards, revealing Rhoda's breasts to Labda's hungry eyes, and then off and over the head. This she let fall to the ground, watching as Labda's lips were released from her teeth.

"Oh, Minerva has certainly had her hand in sculpting you," Labda said, turning her body towards the soldier and moving towards her. Her eyes roamed and when she got close she let her fingers run upwards along Rhoda's form.

With a small laugh, Rhoda shook her head, dragging her fingers upwards along Labda's thighs to her hips. She pulled her close and the merchant of flesh gasped. She looked upwards a moment at Rhoda's face, before letting her eyes run downwards.

"You certainly know how to flatter," Rhoda said.

"I do, but the best flattery is always truth. I have seen much bared skin, many women and men shed of clothes. Have trained many in arts to pleasure. But it is not often I get to see something so, genuine," Labda purred, her tongue running from the top of Rhoda's breast to her neck, and upwards, pulling a new moan from the centurion.

"Well, Venus has certainly shown her hand in you," Rhoda said, feeling her head tilted back slightly.

"Who's flattering now?"

Baring teeth, Labda ran them over the sharp edge of Rhoda's jawline, and felt fingers grip her rear once again in response. Tilting her head downwards, Rhoda pressed her lips again to the woman. They had drifted through the garden, the dress much further than the sword and tunic.

Then Labda broke the kiss. She disentangled herself from the grip, and chewed on her lip.

"Lay down," she purred, and Rhoda followed the direction.

She felt the cool grass against her skin as she looked up at the woman. The matrician slowly moved forward, and got down onto her hands and knees. Looking over her own body at her, Rhoda raised an eyebrow. A pair of fingers on the straps of her sandals soon had her legs parting, and Labda let out a soft purr as she continued to crawl.

Lips pressed first to Rhoda's leg, tongue slipping out to taste, to please. Labda slowly, and carefully worked her way along the muscles shaping Rhoda's thighs. She skipped past her sex entirely to move upwards over her hip, letting her fingers play with the one her lips left unattended.

Tilting her head back, Rhoda groaned softly, letting her eyes flutter. A shutter between starlight and darkness, savouring the slow exploration of her body. Labda moved further upwards, her breasts running along Rhoda's legs. Her lips, her tongue, and even her teeth discovered every dip in the centurion's abs. Her nails and the heels of her hands ran along her sides, ghosting over the skin. Locks of curled hair dragged as the woman moved higher, the stiffness of her nipples grinding into the soldier beneath her.

Hands reaching up under the arms, Labda pushed them upwards. Rhoda felt her own fingers touching the hedge, the blades of grass at her wrists and forearms. But it was the tongue now gliding over the bottom curve of each breast in turn that pulled new groans from her. Gliding and leaving warm wet trails before curling around each nipple. Her hair teased across Rhoda's chest as she moved between each rising slope of flesh. Labda's own breasts pressing down against Rhoda's stomach.

Whatever strange curiosity was egging on the slaver, Rhoda was more than happy to let her explore it.

A proper moan finally came free when teeth clamped around a nipple. As tongue lashed against the trapped bud, teeth pulling slightly, Labda's nails dragging along Rhoda's biceps. Moving with the curve of her muscles and to her shoulders, before pushing back upwards. The centurion moaned hungrily, savouring the attentions as they continued and Labda moved to the next nipple.

She repeated the motions, again, and again. Drawing out the sounds of pleasure from Rhoda's lips, savouring them. Savouring the faint taste of sweat and lingering oil from her bathing. Pulling away from the peak of Rhoda's breast, Labda glanced upwards. She smiled, her fingers resting at Rhoda's elbows.

"As I said, sculpted by Minerva," she said, placing a kiss between the soldier's breasts, and starting to work her way back downwards.

The journey downwards was just as slow and deliberate. Exploring everything, her tongue swirling around Rhoda's navel before continuing further down. The centurion's fingers ran along the leaves of the hedge, allowing the woman now nearly between her legs to continue her explorations unimpeded.

The planted kisses grew more deliberate as Labda worked her way lower. Down the final stretch of the abdomen towards the groin. Her tongue dragged across the freshly shaved pubic mound, teasing towards the edges of Rhoda's vulva. Her fingers curled tightly above her head with the mounting anticipation, knuckles passing across the leaves above her.

Pausing, Labda glanced upwards. Her eyes passing over the expanse of skin that now glistened from the explorations of her tongue. Watched the rise and fall of breasts as Rhoda shuddered from the warm breath washing over her sex. The woman smiled, enjoying the display.

After waiting a few heartbeats, and savouring a few more of those rises and falls, Labda dipped her head back down. Her tongue gliding over Rhoda's sex, running from her clit to her entrance, running along those lips. She savoured the sound of the centurion's moan, carrying through the garden.

As her tongue danced and moved through the slickness of Rhoda's arousal, Labda finally picked up her speed. Faster, and occasionally delving inside, tasting the tart flavours of her womanhood. She flicked every time her tongue moved towards Rhoda's clit, earning a hungry moan, the soldier's legs starting to bend. Her heels soon running up the back of Labda's rear, to her back. The sandals an almost harsh compliment to the soft pleasures of fingertips and tongue.

Nails continued to play along Rhoda's sides, and the centurion resisted the urge to reach downwards, to grasp those curly locks swaying between her legs. Instead she moaned, her back starting to arch, pushing her breasts upwards towards the stars. Her breath came faster and faster as pleasure and heat rose upwards from her loins. From the dancing slickness of Labda's tongue. From the gentle caress of lips that contrasted with the whip like flicks and quick drags of the tongue.

She swore at the sky, feeling those pleasure's reaching their peak. Her heels pressed firmly into Labda's back, forcing the woman's stomach firmly against the grass. But still her tongue didn't stop, listening to Rhoda's hungry moans. Tasting her fluids smearing across her lips, her chin. The slaver closed her eyes, feeling, listening. Guiding Rhoda through her orgasm, towards her climax.

When the soldier finally started to come down from the heights of her pleasure, her legs sliding off Labda's form, the matrician lifted her head. She smiled upwards, though Rhoda didn't see it. She stared above, into the night sky instead. Until she felt Labda crawling up her form. No kisses this time, just feline movements, breasts grazing.

Pausing just above the soldier, Labda looked down at her, letting her see the smile. Letting her see skin smeared with the fluids of her pleasure. She remained like that a moment, her eyes roaming Rhoda's face, then leaned down for a kiss.

Opening her mouth to the kiss, Labda let the centurion taste herself. Taste the flavours of her arousal and climax. For a few heartbeats their tongues danced once again, until the tart tastes began to dissipate. A small string of saliva connected their lips for a brief moment before Labda was on hands and knees above Rhoda again.

The centurion moved to sit up, but stopped when she felt a single finger pressing down against her sternum. She glanced down at it a moment, before letting her eyes return to the beauty above.

"No my dear soldier of Amazonia. Tonight you were proclaimed the guest of honour. But... it would be remiss to not return my favour," Labda purred, crawling further upwards, her body rising until she was sitting atop Rhoda's bust.

Running her fingers along her chin, Labda took a moment to suck each clean, and then smirked down at Rhoda.

"It would be," Rhoda said, her fingertips running along Labda's thighs.

The matrician smiled, all but silhouetted against the moonlight. She lifted her hips and moved forward upon her knees until her womanhood hovered just above Rhoda's lips. The centurion bit her lips this time, managing to tilt her head enough to gaze upwards along Labda's form. She savoured the view, the shadows throw over her curves with the moon at her back.

Then hands moved to the slaver's hips, grasping tight. Rhoda pulled her down until she could taste her, her tongue already delving into the depths of her sex. Labda moaned hungrily, her hips starting to rock atop Rhoda's face, riding her tongue and grinding against her lips. Dragging her fingertips along thighs and Labda's ass, Rhoda let her tongue work in concert with the motion of her hips.

It was the matrician's moans that now filled the garden, as her hands explored her own form. Tweaking at her breasts, fondling herself as she rode the centurion's face. Savouring each thrust of tongue, each scrape of nail on flesh, each graze of lip upon her clit. She threw her head back, moaning to the sky, hair cascading down her back, bouncing and dancing along her skin.

As Rhoda's tongue pushed her into orgasm, Labda pitched forward. Her hands dug into the soil, and her back curved. She let out screams of pleasure, the sound carrying off the cliffs looking over the city. Until she could take no more.

Sliding off to the side, pulling herself from Rhoda's grip, Labda laid beside the soldier. Her panting joined the soldiers, and the two of them stared upwards towards the sky as the sensations started to fade. The sweat on their skin glistened in the moonlight, the heat starting to cool as the breeze kissed them.

A small laugh, and Rhoda stood up, looking out beyond the lights and flat roofed buildings of the city, into the expanse of the desert. Running a hand through her hair, she pushed the locks back from her face, and turned back to look at Labda, whose alluring little smirk was back.

"Already to go again? Oh the vitality you must have," she purred, running a tongue over her lips.

"Surely you're not already done," Rhoda said, her eyes scanning for her clothes, finding them a few paces away.

"No. But, I could certainly use some more wine," she said, sitting up, arms curled around her knees, hiding herself.

"That's inside," Rhoda said.

"Perhaps with you next lover of the evening," Labda said, finally rising, and moving over to kiss Rhoda's cheek.

"Tonight's about you. You're own private triumph. Enjoy it, be the hero," she said, moving to gather her dress, quickly slipping back into it.

"There were a lot of heroes out there," Rhoda said with a frown.

"Of course. But that's not politics. And what do you think this all is? Come now, don't make me change my opinion of you now," Labda said, her naked back to the centurion. Rhoda watched her hike it back up into place, slipping the straps over her shoulders again.

"As I said Rhoda, this may be a game and a show, but you might as well enjoy yourself," Labda said, smoothing her dress and throwing one last smirk towards the woman who'd just been between her legs. "I certainly intend to."

With those final words she walked back inside, leaving Rhoda naked in the gardens. She turned to look back out into the deserts. Just beyond the city limits she saw the legion camp. The walls erected perfectly, the towers at their corners and the gates. Barrels of wine were likely being served to them all. Likely a few prostitutes making the rounds for those not on duty.

"Fuck it. She's not wrong," Rhoda said to herself, gathering her tunic and sword, and throwing them on before heading back into the party.

Another cup of wine awaited.