The Spoils of Aphrodite

Erosina was dumbfounded. As the soldiers led her out of the camp she was fuming. How dare he get her all worked up then throw her out. Who did he think he was?

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Dessa and Sophronia had been trying to seduce the guards the entire time that Erosina was out but they kept changing the guards.

"These Romans are so stiff but not in the right way," Dessa complained loud enough for the soldiers to hear. The soldiers ignored her. As still as statues.

"So how did it go?" Sophronia asked.

Erosina threw down Massalla's cape and sigil in frustration.

"That well huh?" Dessa sighed.

"We're going to be paraded through the streets of Rome in gold chains where Romans will spit and throw garbage at us," Erosina fumed. "These barbarians have no sense of decency!"

Sophronia noticed how flush her priestess's skin was.

"Did you and he—"

"No!" Erosina cut Sophronia off who jumped back as if she had just disturbed a viper that lashed out at her. "That was the problem!"

"No wonder you're extra frustrated," Dessa chuckled as Erosina got undressed. Dessa noticed the guards taking curious looks inside. Romans could change all the guards they wanted but they still had cocks.

Erosina took off her amethyst ring and rolled it in her fingers angrily. Thoughts of Massalla's fingers working inside of her, rubbing against her pearl of paradise then suddenly stopping. A storm of confused feelings swirled around inside her. Feelings of desire, lust, hatred, and indignity.

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Erosina demanded to speak to Massalla.

It was hard to play the cool seductress when Erosina's friends were in danger. She was a bit unhinged and Massalla couldn't help but smugly smirk. It made her more desirable to see that she could be thrown off balance.

"What seems to be the trouble, my lady?" he asked innocently.

"You Romans are no better than beasts," Erosina cried. "You play your mind games with people to bring them even lower."

"You and your priestesses are the spoils of war," Massalla calmly explained keeping his eye on writing papers which made Erosina even more peeved.

"We are vessels of the gods," Erosina glared. Massalla looked up from his work. Those stormy blue eyes of hers searing a hole in his face. Again he chuckled.

"If you said that with more conviction then I'd believe you," Massalla mused.

Erosina's nostrils flared with outrage.

"Relax," Massalla rose from his seat then walked over to pour the priestess a goblet of wine. "How about we discuss how you'll be presented in the Triumph?"

Erosina was wary. She was a dog sitting at the end of the ring barring her teeth at the enemy. Massalla would make her come to heel. Yet she could do nothing but obey when Massalla told her to "Come. Drink."

Erosina took the full cup with reservations.

"I can promise that you and your fellow priestesses will be treated with utmost reverence."

"Hard to inspire reverence when one is in gold chains," Erosina spoke bitterly.

Massalla nodded in agreement, "Yes. Though we Romans worship Venus, the goddess of love and beauty who is very much like Aphrodite."

"Very much like?" Erosina raised her dark eye brows, laughter in her blue eyes and in her throat. "You Romans not only stole the idea of democracy from us but also our gods!"

"The Romans owe the Greeks much," Massalla reasoned. "Which is why I want to reach an accord that gives respect to you."

Erosina mulled it over in her mind. Massalla put down his wine then took Erosina's away. He had incredible boldness Erosina conceded. Massalla backed Erosina up who's dark defiant eyes were locked on his suggestive ones. Her heart pounded and pussy tingled. Her clit awoke at the memory of Massalla's expert fingers. Erosina found herself sitting on the bed inside the Imperator's tent.

She gripped the animal furs in her hot palms as Massalla bent over whispering, "There's no way out of this for you or your friends. But if you come to Rome with me and endure the Triumph then I will see that you and your priestesses are treated fairly and well for the rest of your days in Rome."

Erosina's body betrayed her. Massalla could see that. The way her fair skin flushed. The way she trembled as his breath warmed her flesh. Every part of her shouted it's yearning to be caressed by him.

"What do you say, Priestess?" Massalla asked as he caressed Erosina's round face admiring the sudden redness of her cheek.

The memory of Massalla's fingers working her most sensitive spot made Erosina weak with need. He smiled, eyes grasping her with lustful fingers. The energy between them was thick with wanton desire. What else could Erosina do?

"You give me your word then?" Erosina's foot traveled up along Massalla's leg as she moved backwards onto the bed. His body remembered too. It also screamed with need for her touch. Massalla closed his eyes letting out a small groan.

Erosina could feel Massalla's aura of lust as it pulsated through the air between them. She leaned forward setting her foot aside then with her experienced hands reached between his legs as she licked his lips, seducing him into a slow erotic kiss. Erosina had him in her grasp, Massalla's distended flesh. Feeling the hard pulse of his arousal made her smile.

Massalla wanted her on her knees but that look was something of a victory look as if Erosina had won a battle against him. No. Massalla wouldn't allow this savage priestess think she's won. He would make sure he had her begging for him.

"No," Massalla took Erosina's hand away from his turgid organ then tore open the front of Erosina's dress to reveal her round full breasts. He admired her flawless skin. She must never have been whipped. Or perhaps she was good at never getting caught.

"Careful," Erosina chuckled. "I bruise easily." Then Massalla placed his mouth on her exposed nipple. His tongue flicked then slowly licked the rosebud until it grew as hard as a gem. Erosina sighed as she arched her back and dug her nails into the Roman's shoulders. Her sex quivered and throbbed with heat.

Encouraged, Massalla kissed his way down kneeling before her, a worshipping pose. She felt Massalla's hand travel up her supple thigh towards her quivering womanhood. Massalla felt Erosina's molten wet sex as he moved from one nipple to the other. Erosina tangled her fingers in Massalla's dark hair keeping him close to her warm bosom.

Then he reached the womanly heart of her; that nest of soft downy hair between her thighs. He released Erosina's budding nipple working his way down to her ready soft flesh. Massalla felt her shake as Erosina felt his hot breath on her sex.

She gasped a little when she felt his tongue inside her womanly folds. His tongue flitted across her clitoral hood sending little flutters of sensations through her body.

Erosina was enraptured. She was always intoxicated by her ability to make men kneel. To make them worship her body as if she were the Goddess Aphrodite made flesh. But also she was enthralled by Massalla's rough yet expert tongue.

Erosina felt her clothes were a prison. With the Roman's assistance she was free of her silk restraints. Only her jewelry remained. Then Massalla removed his tunic.

Erosina couldn't help but approve of the specimen of man before her. There were some battle scars but hard muscle, marbled like a Greek statue. Perfection.

"Massalla...," Erosina sighed as she gripped his dark head, wanting his tongue to dive deeper into her womanly depths and make her come.

"Call me Titus," he commanded. For a moment Erosina smiled. Still a coquette. Still defiant. She wanted him to earn it. She would call him 'Titus'; the name his mother gave him only if he pleased her. Yet Erosina knew better than most that when two bodies became one it was difficult to tell who was really in control. Who was on top?

Erosina bit her lip as she felt Massalla's strong finger push inside of her, the stretching walls of her body so slick with her excitement.

"Uuhhnnn," Erosina groaned softly. Massalla rubbed his thumb over the priestess's engorged clit as he worked his finger inside her. Erosina's knees felt like water as waves of pleasure rippled through her muscles causing little spasms.

"Say my name," Massalla ordered. He playfully bit her hip, the succulence of her body made his mouth water. Hearing her say his name would make him iron hard. He would plunge his fleshy spear deep into her, reaching that center of paradise. He would make this Greek whore shout his name for all of Rome to hear.

"Titus...," she sighed. Massalla rose up taking Erosina breathless into his embrace again. Erosina tasted herself on his lips as she enjoyed the hard muscles that held her in a warm embrace. She wanted his hardest muscle inside her. Her pink womanly center pulsated and tingled with pleasure at the thought.

Erosina was in a fog of sexual desire as Massalla roughly turned her around pushing her onto his bed. Her round ass presented to him, his prize. But not yet. That would come later. Right now he was more interested in those now sopping folds that held Erosina's womanly secrets.

Massalla dragged his manicured nails along the slope of Erosina's back. Warm tingles spiraled up her spine in the wake of his fingers. Erosina groaned a little. Then she felt a pair of stern lips on her lower back.

The heat bloomed in her skin under Massalla's kisses. They traveled downward towards... Erosina took a sharp intake of breath when she felt Massalla's tongue tickle her pussy and... his finger tickled her arse hole.

Erosina gripped the furs as she let loose a small squeal of delight.

"Not many men go down there," Erosina chuckled.

"I'm not most men," Massalla boasted as she felt him coming nearer, his manhood iron hard and hot pressed against her anus and slick womanhood.

"Many men say that...," Erosina smiled coyly. Massalla crawled back up to bury his nose into her nape, the scent of the city trapped in her hair: salt, stone, roses, and lemons. It drove him mad. He turned her face towards him demanding a kiss which Erosina obliged. His mouth was carnal and sensuous. His tongue sought hers out as Massalla positioned himself then pushed inward inside of her hot juicy yet tight fleshy canal.

His skin hot against hers, Erosina groaned. Massalla had girth indeed. It was thick and swollen but Massalla took his time. Supposedly not all Romans were savages after all.

Massalla drove himself deeper into Erosina's wet channel feeling her expert muscles tighten and lock around his pulsing member as he pulled back to get ready for another thrust.

"Fuck..." Massalla breathed passionately into Erosina's hair. He bit and licked her shoulder. Erosina bit her lip as goose bumps erupted on the flesh Massalla's teeth grazed.

Erosina reached between her legs then began rubbing her throbbing clit. Massalla wrapped an arm around Erosina's waist to keep her in place while he fucked her, pumping faster and faster, his pleasure quickening.

Erosina let out a cry of passion as she came, "Oh gods!"

Massalla could feel her inner muscles constrict then tremble, throbbing in short bursts as her passion subsided. Holding onto Erosina's full breast Massalla filled her up, shooting his hot seed deep into her welcoming womb with a final animalistic grunt.

Erosina's whole body trembled from the shock. They held their position for a few minutes, sharing in the glow of their passions. Massalla felt Erosina run her hand along his arm reaching his hand and lacing her fingers in his. He obliged as he breathed in her scent and tasted the salt of her sweat.

"Is that what's in store for me and my priestesses in Rome?" she whispered coquettishly.

Massalla chuckled softly in her ear, "As long as my wife doesn't find out."

Erosina laughed. A part of her hated this man, this arrogant Roman but the other part, the woman, the sexual creature became wet and flushed with excitement.

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