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Greetings, my faithful readers!
This is the first chapter of my third commission, courtesy of another commissioner who prefers to remain anonymous. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is the very tip of a very large, very impressive iceberg, and hopefully you’ll enjoy building up to the spectacular climax of this tale as it continues.
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Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, Muscle, Incest
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The Beginning
The Fates’ designs are never clear to those woven into their tapestry. With each mortal and immortal birth, Nona spins the thread of fate, Decima measures it carefully, and Morta cuts its end. Together, the fates weave each thread into their loom, crossing and twisting and interweaving each strand with countless others, forming the great and glorious tapestry of destiny. But just as one cannot see the full glory of Roma while standing in the Flavium, no single thread can see the course their thread weaves through destiny. But, seen or unseen, the course of one’s fate is undeniable. See two threads, bound tight together since first they were spun, unable to know nor deny the fates’ designs, as they continue blindly towards a fateful crossing of strands.
In a rural strip of Terranova, the back corner of a back corner field, wicked steel claws raked the earth with tireless hunger, ravenously feeding piled grasses into a mechanical maw, chewing down the row. As the steel beast’s eyes saw the end of the row, it’s simple silicon brain sparked, confirming their were no more rows to turn and feast upon. It’s tireless tracks came to a halt, and its steel gut churned its meal, binding it all together. its task complete, the steel beast sang a sharp, steely tone of triumph, and it’s back end opened. From the beast rolled a massive cylinder of tightly-bound hay, as tall as a man and just as wide, nearly nine hundred pounds of tightly-packed vegetable matter. It rolled down a ramp to the ground, barreling across the field like a steamroller. The baler’s simple metal mind had already forgotten about the bale, its treads rolling once more as it made for the road, already occupied with its next priority, reporting a coolant leak to maintenance.
Marcus gritted his teeth and braced himself, kneeling down as the enormous bale bore down upon him. It looked even bigger from this angle. He had one chance. As soon as he felt the rough netting touch his fingers, he heaved. His entire body stiffened, muscles tensing to oaken hardness. His biceps pulled into knots of muscle the size of grapefruits, his massive pecs flexed into iron plates of pure power, his rippling core tightened to a washboard eight-pack, every bulging muscle glistening with a sheen of sweat. The bale hesitated, its path barred, but its momentum too great to be stopped. His thighs strained as he rose, defiant of the immense weight of his load, and let out a determined growl. As he reached his full height, he gave one final heave with every last ounce of strength within him. The bale’s momentum carried it along as his muscles gave it one last upward push, the massive cylinder arcing into the air for a brief moment before it came crashing down once more to land in the bed of the hauler behind him, the sudden impact making the hauler’s shocks buckle for an instant before they came bouncing back, the tossed bale rolling to join the dozens of others already within.
Valeria gave a sinking whistle, impressed. “Damn! I was expecting you to get steamrolled.” She commented, shaking her head as she slammed the hauler’s gate shut and latched it into place. Her body was an effortless balance of strong and soft. Warm, olive skin, glistening with the sweat of a hard day’s work, showed every contour of her firm, sculpted muscles. From her tight 6-pack to her strong thighs to her beefy biceps, it was like all of her body fat had been gathered to just the right places. Her labor garb, essentially a sports bra and a pair of tight skin-tight shorts, strained to contain her abundances, her full, soft E-cup breasts rising and falling with each deep breath, her wide hips and juicy, shapely ass rolling as she shifted from one foot to the other. The only other clothing she wore was her slave collar, a black choker with a small box on either side of her neck. “That makes us even, right?” She inquired casually.
Marcus grinned triumphantly, shaking his head. “Oh, no you don’t. You raised the stakes, remember? Now YOU owe ME one.” He corrected, wiping the sweat from his shaved head with one hand, feeling the short, black stubble already growing on his scalp rasp at his palm. Sweat glistened all over his olive-skinned body, drops gathering into rivulets that cascaded through the deep valleys of his powerful muscles. Like his sister, he wore only his slave collar and his labor garb, the labor garb much like his sister’s bottoms, but the front of his tight, clinging shorts bulged with a orange-sized mass, tightly packed away.
“Damn. I was hoping you’d forgotten…” She muttered as she turned back to face him, it was easy to see the resemblance between the siblings. Venus blessed, some called them, to be so attractive even after years of hard labor. They both had the same warm olive skin, tanned a shade or two darker from working in the sun all day. Both bore the same brilliant sapphire eyes that gleamed with energy. Both had deep black hair, though it was hard to tell with their heads shaved, though the look did nothing to detract from the pair’s natural beauty. While they both had the same strong cheekbones, her face narrowed into a heart shape with full, pink lips, while his bore a strong, square jaw with a bit of a shadow of stubble.
There were plenty of other differences between the twins, too. He was taller, standing 6’5” to her 5’10”, and older, too, by about an hour. He was stronger, she was faster. She was more free-thinking, he was more organized. He was better at direct competition, she was better at team sports. She was better with horns, he was better with drums. The pair had been competitive from the moment they were born, ceaselessly duelling one-another in every arena they could come up with, each looking to prove to themselves and their sibling that they were the better of the two. And yet, despite their endless struggle, they were all but inseparable, one only rarely seen without the other.
Valeria looked thoughtful for a moment, turning to look toward the setting sun and holding up a hand. Still four fingers over the horizon… They’d gotten done early. She looked back to her brother with a playful smirk. “We’ve got a little time before we have to head back. We could… settle the score…” She purred, stepping toward him, putting a little extra sway in her hips.
He quickly backed up, holding up his hands and shaking his head. “No, no, Val, no. I told you, it’s not happening. We can’t. It’s not right. You’re my little sister!” He objected, firmly, though his tone couldn’t hide that his body reacted to the thought, the bulge in his labor garb throbbing.
Valeria’s gaze roamed down his body, her smirk widening as her eyes fell upon the pulsing bulge. “Seems some part of you is honest... “ she muttered, still striding forward slowly. “Come on, it’s not that big a deal. The gods did it all the time. Decima and Nonus have been fucking for years, and nobody’s trying to stop them, not even Master.” She pushed. “Come on… I want a taste of what all the other girls are talking about...” She pleaded.
As his heel met the grass embankment bordering the field, he stumbled and fell backward, landing heavily on the embankment. Valeria was on top of him in a moment, planting her hands on either side of his hips. He couldn’t bring himself to fight it as she looked into his eyes and licked her lips again, grinning wickedly. “Just relax… enjoy it.” She purred, slipping her fingertips into the waistband of his labor garb and slowly working it down.
The tight-fitting garment peeled away under his sister’s skillful touch, rolling down his hips inch by inch, until the root of his bulge was revealed. She licked her lips again at the sight, the plump pink pillows suddenly feeling dry. It was already as thick as her wrist, and she could see it expanding, the veins marbling the shaft throbbing as they fed blood to the organ. She kept pulling, revealing inch after inch of swiftly-swelling salami, the fat member unfurling from its tight containment. Behind the meaty slab of cock hung a pair of similarly impressive balls, each fat, apple-sized sphere hanging low in his sack. Finally, the tip came free of the garment, revealing the full glory of the masculine member. Even half-hard, his wide crown hung down halfway to his knee.
Her teeth sank into her plush lower lip as her hands abandoned the garment for the meaty treat before her eyes, slender fingers hesitantly reaching for the fat shaft of her brother’s cock. Her hand closed around it, or rather, failed to, the thickening shaft too big to close her hand around. She shivered as a lusty thrill ran down her spine. This was the cock she’d heard so much about. Her brother’s cock. The cock that had been pounding its way through all her girlfriends. It was so much bigger than the other boys’... “You’re so… Big… Incredible…” She muttered, awestruck, her hands starting to move, pumping up and down the still-growing length. It pulsed and throbbed under her fingers, swiftly expanding toward its full, glorious, size.
she couldn’t help herself. She leaned down, lips puckering, and planted a soft, lusty kiss right on the throbbing tip of her brother’s big, fat cock, her plush pink lips flattening against the smooth skin of his swollen cockhead. She let out a soft moan at the contact and the heat, the touch she’d longed for ever since she’d first heard about his size and skill in bed. Under the touch of her lips, his mighty shaft gave one final lurch, pulsing to its full, intimidating size, more than a foot of cock, capped in an angry red-purple crown that pulsed against her lips. She pulled her lips back, pulling them from his cock with a wet smack, to marvel at the shaft jutting proudly from her brother’s hips. A full fourteen inches of wrist-thick, vein-marbled, pussy-pounding, toe-curling, never-softening COCK!
She leaned forward once again, resuming her lusty cock-kiss, kissing more passionately. He was treated to the sight of her plush pink lips spreading apart, stretching around his girth as she sank toward his hips cock, filling her mouth with his throbbing, sensitive cock. Her soft, wet lips squeezed just behind the crown and she sucked, her cheeks hollowing as she looked up to him, her blue eyes meeting his as she slurped at his pole. She pushed forward again, her tongue flicking out to swirl and tease all around the sensitive ridge of his crown.
As the cock filled her mouth entirely, he thought she’d stop, but no, her tongue resigned itself to slurping along the underside of his cock as his head met the entrance to her throat, and he gasped as he felt it roll, swallowing his tip. She looked up to him with a mischievous sparkle in her icy blue eyes, and swallowed again, gulping down another inch of beefy brotherly cock. she swallowed again and again, taking his shaft deeper and deeper, and his eyes went wide as she passed the halfway mark. He was getting the best blowjob of his entire life, and it was from his sister. Her plump lips drew ever closer to the root of his cock,without a single sign of gagging or strain. No girl had ever been able to swallow his entire cock before. A foot of cock vanished between her lips and he found himself silently willing her to take the last of it, just push a little further and take it all...
Suddenly, they both heard a electronic chirp from their collars. A mechanical female voice sounded, commanding the pair to “Report to overseer”. Valeria and Marcus both gave a groan of frustration and disappointment as Valeria pulled her lips from her brother’s beefy cock. Shimmering strands of spit linked her mouth to the meaty member before they broke moments later. Valeria pushed herself to her feet and wiped her lips on her forearm, pouting as Marcus struggled to stuff his now-hard shaft back into his tight labor garb. She’d been so close. Just a few more minutes and he wouldn’t have been able to object when she mounted him like a stallion… She pressed her knees together to try and soothe the burning need between her thighs.
As Marcus finished tucking himself away, as much as he could, Valeria hit the home button on the hauler and the auto whirred to life, rolling itself off the field and back to the barn. With the task complete, the two siblings marched off the field toward the overseer post. The overseer waited impatiently, screen in one hand, the other resting casually on the handle of the punisher hanging at his hip. As the slaves approached, he barely glanced up to them. “Marcus and Valeria. you are ordered to present yourselves to the Master. You are to return to your quarters, clean yourselves, and report in house garb to the study in the main house.” He recited from the screen. “Are your orders clear?” He added, looking up from the screen to the two of them.
The two glanced to each other, curiously. The overseer would be disciplining them on the spot if they were in trouble for having sex. Why would the master want to see them?
The overseer’s gaze narrowed. “Repeat: Are your orders clear?” He pushed.
The siblings straightened up. “Yes, sir!” They replied out of practice, then swiftly turned and jogged for the main house as the overseer grumbled under his breath, returning to his screen. The twins headed off to get cleaned up, still entirely blind to the twists fate had in store for them.
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Valeria’s nervous gaze flicked back and forth between the handle to Master’s study and the hallway from the slave quarters. She was wearing her house-garb now, a simple beige tunic, belted around her slender, toned waist, still slightly damp from the quick wash. A look of relief washed over her face as she caught sight of her brother rounding the corner, quick-stepping down the passage toward her, wearing his own house garb. The look of relief was quickly replaced with one of annoyance as he drew close. “What took you so long?” she hissed quietly.
“I had to relax a bit.” He whispered in reply.
“Relax? This is not the time for relaxing!” She hissed a little louder with anger.
“I meant… relax.” He elaborated in a whisper, putting a little extra emphasis on relax. “I can’t walk around hard in this…”
She frowned, shaking her head. “I just hope Master isn’t angry we took so long…” She muttered, biting her lip for a moment as she looked at the door handle with trepidation, like it was a snake ready to bite. “Here we go…” She sighed, taking the door by the handle and pushing it open.
As the door swung open, it revealed the full richness of the Master’s study. Rich, deep brown woods lined the walls and floors, the space decorated with furniture carved from the deep red wood of exotic trees from more remote corners of the globe. Bookshelves lined the walls in the rear half of the room, surrounding an ornate, stately desk, covered in papers. A golden statuette of Dispater stood on one corner of the desk, and on the opposite corner, a silver figure of Ceres. The other half of the room, nearer the door, was made up as a sitting area, with a handful of comfortable armchairs. Beside the master’s favorite chair, there hovered a small tabletop, bearing a bottle of very expensive-looking drink, half-empty, standing by for further use.
The master sat in his favorite seat, a looming throne-like armchair, his back to the desk so he faced the door. He was a large, round-bellied, jovial figure, with deep black skin, black, curly hair, and a neatly trimmed beard that followed his jawline. He was clad in a formal outfit, but wore it open, an almost casual look. The ice blocks in his drink clinked against the glass as he gestured widely, in the midst of an amusing anecdote of some sort. His guest was very much a different sort. The stranger was a short, slender, almost androgynous male, with soft, pale features features and fair, curly hair. His eyes were strikingly gray, and he was clad in a loose, flowing outfit of fine silk embroidered with gold, gem-studded golden jewelry around his neck and wrists. His lips were barely tweaked up into a subtle smirk.
Standing to the side of the stranger’s seat, two slaves lingered, one male, one female, leaning casually against the wall beside the couch. They were silent and largely still, observing the conversation but making no comment. One might not have noticed them if they weren’t such impressive specimens. Both slaves were clad in knee-length robes, bound loosely in the front by a belt. The male loomed over everyone in the room, nearly seven feet tall, every inch of his broad-shouldered, powerful frame layered in muscle atop muscle. His face was handsome, with a strong jaw and emerald eyes, with long, wavy, coppery red hair that fell down to his shoulders. The female was as tall as Marcus and just about as muscular, her limbs layered with firm muscle, a tight, shapely hourglass figure visible under her robe, featuring some immense F-cups. Her face was beautiful, and emphasized by an alluring coat of makeup, her full lips painted a deep, eye-catching red, her hazel eyes emphasized by eyeshadow. Her long, dark hair was tied up in a long ponytail, coming to a stop at the base of her spine.
The guest glanced up as the door opened, drawing Master’s attention out of his story as he followed the guest’s gaze to the slaves in the doorway. Master grinned, flashing bright white teeth. “Ahh, there they are. Come on in, let him get a good look at you. Gaius, this is Marcus Domitius and Valeria Domitia.” He introduced, gesturing each of the twins as they entered the room fully. “These two are twins from the very finest stock. You’re looking at two hundred years of very careful breeding. Their line is a hundred generations of the finest bitches and the biggest studs from all across Terranova. I’ve got records all the way back, even before first contact. And all of it leads you to these two.” He boasted, proudly, then glanced to the two slaves standing by the chair. “Of course, they’re not quite as impressive as your pair…” He conceded.
“Oh, no need to concede at all.” The guest, Gaius, spoke, his voice soft and melodic as his grey eyes looked over the two, appraising their value. “These two are quite promising indeed. Prime stock, if you will. I believe they might even be more impressive than mine were, when I first acquired them.” He continued, elaborating, his voice still soft and casual as he inspected the siblings. “Have them strip.” He added, finally, not looking to Master as he spoke.
Master didn’t need to be addressed to jump at the order, turning to his slaves. “You heard him. Strip.” Master commanded, gesturing for them to go ahead.
The siblings glanced to one-another for a moment, unsure of what was going on, exactly, but neither could offer the other an alternative. They reached for their belts and unfastened them. The slaves against the wall shifted for the first time, focusing their attention entirely on the twins as they undressed, eyeing the two of them with cold eyes, their expressions almost… hungry. Like wolves staring down prey. The look made the siblings a bit uneasy, but something about it was… exciting.
Valeria got hers off first, pulling the house garb off over her head, revealing the full glory of her naked body to three appraising sets of eyes. Her figure was perfect, 36-22-36, the ideal body, with a pair of full E-cup breasts that sat high and proud on her chest, like ripe grapefruit ready to be picked. Her breasts softly rose and fell with her breath, their surface faintly lighter than the rest of her flawless olive-bronze skin, capped with suckable milk chocolate nipples. Her hips were generous bearing a thick, perfectly-shaped backside. Between her thighs, her hairless slit glistened faintly with lingering arousal, the need she hadn’t been able to satisfy since the fields.
Marcus’ house garb swiftly followed suit, once more revealing his powerful frame. Every inch of his body was layered in slabs of oaken muscle, from his massive biceps, to his rippling eight-pack abs, to his powerful pecs. Between his thighs swung his cock, almost eight inches long soft, swaying hypnotically in front of heavy, apple-sized balls, churning with pent-up seed.
Gaius’ gray eyes looked the twins over carefully, his soft lips quirking up into a more notable grin as he gave an approving nod. “They appear to be in good condition. Well-fed, fit… gifted.” He commented, his gaze lingering on Marcus’ member and Valeria’s breasts. “Perhaps a bit shy, but that’s a simple fix. Still, body is not all they would need. I would like to see their skill… If I may, I would have my slaves test yours.” He added, looking to Master.
The master cradled his chin in his fingers, scratching through the dark, curly hair of his trimmed beard. “Well, as long as yours don’t wreck mine, it’s fine with me.” He conceded, shrugging.
“Excellent.” Gaius muttered, looking back to his prospective purchases. “Primum.” He called, snapping his fingers.
The male slave, Primum, apparently, shifted, pushing off from the wall, a playful, confident smirk on his lips. He didn’t say anything as he undid the belt holding his robe in place, letting it fall off his shoulders to reveal the body beneath it. If Marcus was incredible, then Primum was an awe-inspiring spectacle of masculinity. Every inch of his body was hard as granite, like a statue sculpted and carved with almost obsessive devotion to the ideal of manliness, his every muscle seemed emphasized. His broad, barrel chest bore immense, slab-like pecs, like armor plating on a war machine. His eight-pack abs were flanked by the rippling power throughout his core. His every movement made his thick, muscular limbs flex and shift. Between his legs swung a slumbering python, almost a foot of meaty cock, laying limp atop a pair of balls like goose eggs. As he strode across the room toward Valeria, he flicked his head, his shoulder-length copper hair floating effortlessly back into place as he shot her a cocky smile, baring his gleaming white, perfect teeth.
Gaius’s eyes never left Valeria. “Your test is simple. Stroke his cock and make him cum.” He spoke, his voice soft, but his command unquestionably solid.
Val’s heart was pounding in her breast as Primum drew close, her eyes fixed in awe on the beast between his thighs. Her brother was huge, but this was… enormous. It didn’t seem possible. Just how big would it get when it was hard? She hesitated in place as Gaius issued his command, dazed by the sight of the behemoth. Could she? She took a deep breath, steeling herself. If this was a test, she wasn’t going to fail. Sure he was big… and strong… and hung like an elephant… But he wasn’t counting on her competitive nature. She didn’t lose easily. Not to anyone.
She strode forward, confidently, giving him her best sultry look as she pressed her body against his, her full, soft breasts flattening against his broad, muscular chest as she looked up at him with her glittering baby-blues. This close, the full foot of height he had on her was all the more obvious. Her hands descended, wrapping around his limp cock and exploring his length, fingers sliding up and down the length of his shaft. It was too thick to close her hand around already, and she could feel it pulse under her touch, growing slowly as she explored it. One hand went past his cock and found the massive seed-tanks between his thighs, weighing each heavy nut and rolling the goose eggs around her palm. As his cock throbbed again in her hand, growing notably longer, she grinned. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as difficult as she’d thought. But something about the easy confidence in his eyes continued to unsettle her.
Her second hand joined the first on his length, the two working together to close their grip around the growing shaft and stroke it in earnest, the swelling member pinned between her body and his. Her nipples grew harder with arousal, the stiff buds poking into Primum's granite chest. His monstrous cock grew and grew, surpassing Marcus in size and still growing, longer, thicker, harder and harder. Her hands pumped faster as his body reacted, the force of her eager stroking making her bounce subtly on her heels, the movement amplified by her soft breasts, her ample tiflesh liggling against his chest with her movements.
Soon, Primum's titanic cock pulsed against the soft, smooth skin of her toned abs, reaching its full size, the swollen tip just inches from the bottom of her jiggling melons. The monster had to be nearly a foot and a half long! The heat of his pulsing shaft radiated through her core, her body reacting with instinctive desire. She bit down on her plush lower lip. This was a test. She couldn’t get distracted. She had a mission. Just as the thought crossed her mind, Primum groaned with pleasure, his cock giving a forceful throb as it spat a grape-sized dollop of clear, slick, sticky precum. The slick cockjuice rolled down his length, running in rivulets over his bulging veins until it met her hands. It was exactly what she needed. She gathered the slick cream in her palm and smeared it all around his cock, gathering up each fresh dollop and spreading it out, using his own lube to coat his shaft. Soon her hands were flying up and down the length, gliding on the slick juices as she stroked faster and faster.
But even with his cock freely spurting precum, it seemed Primum's self-control was ironclad. Her hands pumped and twisted and stroked for what seemed like ages, but nothing she did seemed to be enough to make the massive stud cum. Her arms were starting to feel the burn from flying up and down his length, and apart from the occasional groan of pleasure, he was stoic, taking everything she could dish out and still not cumming. She bit her lip. Just what more could she do?
It seemed she didn’t have to wait long for her answer. She vaguely heard the sound of Gaius’ fingers snapping, but what she did notice was the sudden change in Primum, like a switch had been flipped. The powerful male’s arms shot forward, wrapping around her slender feminine frame, one around her waist, the other around her shoulders, and pulled her tight against his muscular body. His emerald eye took on a hungry look as she felt his hands move, one coming up to cup the back of her shaved head, the other going down, roughly grabbing a handful of her juicy rear and squeezing. The other pulled her mouth to his as he delivered a forceful, lusty, toe-curling kiss. His tongue forced her plush lips apart and ravaged her mouth, thrusting into her mouth like a cock, dominantly tongue-fucking her mouth, her own tongue too stunned to defend itself. When his lips pulled from hers almost half a minute later, he flashed her a wicked grin that made her shiver despite herself.
Primum let her loose from his grip, hands shifting to her shoulders, and pushing down with almost undeniable force. Her knees wobbled for a moment, struggling to oppose the forceful repositioning, but they soon gave way to his superior strength. He forced her to her knees, putting her at eye-level with his pulsing eighteen inch megacock, the length of the intimidating phallus glistening with a coat of precum, her hands still wrapped around the base of it. She felt her throat go dry, and swallowed reflexively as he looked down at her. “Suck.” Primum commanded, his deep voice rich with authority.
She felt herself lean forward, her hands pulling down at the base of the shaft until the angry, pulsing tip was leveled at her lips, like the barrel of a cannon. She was drawn toward the fist-sized crown, lips puckering, until she made contact, planting a wet kiss on the tip. It was an almost electric contact, the heat and softness of his tip striking her brain at the same moment she first experienced the flavor of his distinct brand of precum, a sweet, salty, mouth-watering flavor. He tasted good, too… It just didn’t seem fair.
Valeria pushed forward, lips parting to make way for her tongue as it flicked and swirled around Primum's tip, lapping up his flavor. His thickness was a challenge, but her lips stretched wider and wider without complaint, only straining slightly as she worked to engulf the fist-sized crown. As her lips popped over the ridge, her cheeks hollowed, sucking hard on the prodigious member, making him groan. Her hands began to pump, stroking the length she hadn’t yet taken. There was so much cock left… She pushed forward, lips sliding another inch down his length. She had to make him cum.
As Primum's cock pushed at the entrance to Val’s throat, her body tried to gag, but she clamped down on that instinct, forcing herself to swallow instead. Her muscular throat rolled, and the fat tip popped into place, her lips sinking another inch down his length. Again and again she swallowed, forcing her head further and further down, gulping down his seemingly endless cock until her lips reached the halfway point. His cock was so thick, it flattened her tongue against the bottom of her mouth, her throat bulging out around each new inch of cock. Even pinned, her tongue worked, teasing the fat cum-tube running down the underside of his cock as she swallowed more and more cock.
As Valeria began to struggle to take his shaft, she began to bob her head up and down. Her cheeks hollowed against his shaft as she pulled back for a breath of air before driving herself forward again, doing it over and over again, taking another inch or two each time she lunged forward. Her movements were forceful, driven, almost violent, thrusting herself forward again and again. Primum's groans grew louder and louder under her skillful sucking, but he still seemed unbreakable, resisting the urge to cum. She drove her head forward with a violent thrust, her lips finally wrapping around the root of his massive cock, her jaw beginning to ache from the strain. She flashed a triumphant look up to Primum, her resolve redoubled with the accomplishment. She forced the ache from her mind as she went into a frenzy, sucking like a machine, slamming her head up and down his cock. Primum's self-control began to weaken, groaning as he fought back release for minutes on end under the assault of pleasure.
Once again, Valeria distantly heard the snap of Gaius’ fingers, and Primum grabbed her head between his hands and pulled it back until his tip popped wetly from her sucking lips. Strands of spit snapped as his throbbing shaft, hard as steel, sprang up to smack into his rippling abs. Valeria panted for breath, hand coming up to cup her aching jaw. “That’s enough of that…” Gaius commented as Primum made his way back to the wall again, scooping up his robe and tying it closed once again, his throbbing shaft forming a notable bulge that reached all the way to his chest. The female slave shot him a teasing look as he settled back into place. As Valeria rose from her knees, thighs glistening with arousal, breasts heaving as she panted for breath, and made her way back to stand beside her brother, Gaius’ penetrating gaze shifted to Marcus. “Lucia.” He called out, snapping his fingers once again.
The female slave, Lucia, it seemed, stepped forward off the wall and shed her robe in one fluid movement. Her body was every bit as impressive as her male counterpart’s, but in a very different way. She was as tall as Marcus, and just about as muscular, with fair, soft skin, an amazonian with a sultry hourglass figure only accentuated by the hard muscle layered over her body. Her breasts stood proud, natural F-cups, like plump grapefruit, capped in peach-pink peaks, proud nipples standing out from the orbs. Her hips were widely flared, her thick thighs and juicy ass swaying with every strutting stride she took toward him, her long, dark ponytail swaying behind her like a banner.
Her eyes roamed up and down Marcus’ body as she grew close, settling onto the fourteen inch shaft proudly thrusting from his hips. He needed no help getting hard after a show like that. “Mmm… Not bad... I might just be able to have a little fun today after all…” she purred lustily, her hand coming down to wrap around as much of his thick shaft as it could, bracing her opposite shoulder against his as she began to stroke. “Now… Let’s see if you’ve got the stamina to use it properly.” She added, licking her lips and suddenly lunging forward, her free hand coming up around his back to grab the back of his neck and pull his face to hers in a furious kiss.
Just like everything about her, her kiss was aggressive, passionate, and forceful, her tongue thrusting into his mouth as her hand began to stroke faster. Her hand pumped up and down his length, faster and faster, her breasts flattening against his chest as her tongue attacked his mouth. He wasn’t going to just lay back and take it. His tongue pushed back, the two wet muscles wrestling furiously in the kiss, coiling around each other, tasting each other. She let out a pleased hum as his tongue counterattacked, her grip on his shaft tightening as she pumped his fat cock faster and faster.
She was very, very good with her hands, and his throbbing love muscle responded under her touch. It throbbed and pulsed against her palm, hot to the touch as it began to spit dollops of sweet, sticky precum. She knew exactly what to do, swiftly rubbing the slick cream over every inch of cock, her hand twisting around his shaft to cover it entirely. He groaned into their combative kiss under her masterful manipulation, the slick cock-juice lubricating her strokes, letting her pump faster and faster by the second.
Lucia was a master, but even her skillful touch wasn’t enough to break down Marcus’ iron will and get him off against his will before Gaius’ fingers snapped once more. But she wasn’t finished yet. When their kiss broke with a smack, she shot him a playful, hungry grin, and sank down his body, planting a trail of kisses as she fell to her knees. Eye to eye with his one eyed monster, she grinned, letting her mouth hang open, her tongue rolling out to lavish his granite-hard cock with a long, slow, sensual lick. As her tongue reached the tip, she swirled it around his sensitive crown, teasingly, before dipping her head down to do it again. She licked and lapped along his massive shaft, spit-polishing every inch of his member, even dipping down to taste his heaving, apple-sized cum-factories. Her tongue flicked and danced, teasing every sensitive spot on his long, gently-arcing shaft.
Once Lucia’s tongue had lavished licks over every last inch of Marcus’ cock, she wasted no more time, opening her mouth wide, her hazel eyes locked on his sapphire orbs as she impaled her throat on his massive, throbbing cock. She never hesitated, stalled, or struggled as she stuffed inch after inch of meaty cock into her hungry mouth, pushing forward slowly but steadily, smoothly swallowing around his meat. Her bulging throat rolled around him, milking his shaft for all it was worth as she passed the halfway point, still pushing forward smoothly and steadily. As her lips met the root of his massive meat-stick, he could see the triumphant smirk in her eyes, and couldn't help but let out a deep, pleasured groan at the sight and sensation of his cock swallowed with such apparent ease.
Lucia didn’t have time to waste. She’d played around with him long enough, it was time to get serious. With her lips still wrapped around the root of Marcus’ meaty shaft, she swallowed once more, her throat stuffed with his girth, and began to suck, her cheeks hollowing as she slurped on his pole. She reached up, taking hold of his hips, gripping firmly, and pushed, the suction on his cock intensifying as his cock was dragged from her throat until just the tip was left in her mouth. She paused there for a moment, keeping her eyes on his as she squeezed his hips and dragged them forward again, driving his length back into her throat to the root, face-fucking herself with all fourteen inches of his monster cock. He groaned even louder as she began to push him back one more, readying for another thrust.
Marcus’ self-control was hanging by a thread at the point. When Lucia’s hand came up to grab his wrist and plant his hand on the back of her head, it was simply too much to resist. the thread snapped as his hand closed into a fist, gripping Lucia by the ponytail. Before she could pull him in, his glutes flexed mightily, slamming his cock into her willing throat to the hilt. She moaned encouragingly, the sound muffled by a mouthful of cock, but he needed no encouragement. He was unrestrained, uncaring, unthinking, flying into a frenzy of primal rutting instinct. His hips thrust forward again and again, his fat balls smacking her chin with each almost violent drive. The teasing look of triumph in her eyes only further inflamed his furious lust as she sucked and slurped and swallowed around his rampaging cock. Her hands were on his ass, feeling the muscles tighten as he thrust, pulling him in, making him thrust harder. Wet strands of spit flew wildly as he face-fucked her in a frenzy.
It was too good to last. His heavy apple sized balls pulled tight to the root of his throbbing cock, the beastly member swelling even thicker as it pounded her throat remorselessly. His grip on her ponytail tightened, and he forced her all the way down his shaft, her eyelids fluttering as she swallowed on his cock, milking him for the prize she knew was coming. He couldn’t have stopped it even if he’d tried. Cum surged up from deep inside him, coursing along his length and blasting from the tip like a firehose, spraying his thick, rich, salty seed directly into her throat. Again and again his shaft swelled and pulsed, firing ropes of spunk into her belly over and over again, coating her throat in his flavor. She kept her lips sealed tight around the root of his cock, eagerly gulping down the hot, sweet, sticky treat. It felt like she was sucking it straight out of his balls, he just kept cumming, groaning with mindless pleasure as he dumped at least a pint of thick seed into her belly.
When Marcus’ seemingly endless climax finally came to an end, his grip on Lucia’s head loosened. She pulled her head back, slowly, keeping her lips sealed around his cock as she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, until finally, just the head was left in her mouth. She drew every last drop of his thick, sweet, salty spunk from his lengthy shaft, gathering it all in her mouth before her lips finally slipped off his member with the smack of a particularly vigorous kiss. She paused a moment, rolling his last mouthful of his spunk around on her tongue, savoring his flavor, before tipping her chin up and giving a theatrical gulp. She licked her lips as she rose from her knees, flashing Marcus a grin before turning back to make her way back to the wall, pulling her robe back on as Primum shot her a sardonic look.
Master spoke up for the first time in a while, sinking in his armchair. “So, what, they both lost? He inquired of his guest.
Gaius shook his head. “Your slaves were never expected to ‘win’. Untrained, unenhanced slaves pitted against the reigning champions of Terranova? They never stood a chance.” He explained, casually. “Pardon me a moment while I confer with my champions.” He added, rising to his feet and giving a short nod to his host before stepping over to his slaves. Primum and Lucia both loomed over Gaius’ slight figure by at least a foot, nearly two, but they stiffened noticeably as he turned his scrutiny on them. The three whispered back and forth for a long minute, the champions glancing to the slaves occasionally throughout, their owner speaking only occasionally to prompt more information.
As the conference concluded, Gaius turned to Master, the champions looking almost annoyed. “I will give you one hundred au for the pair of them.” He offered, his voice once again striking that odd duality of soft and solid at the same time.
Master put on his best expression of shock. “Robbery!” He objected, holding a hand to his chest. “Perhaps a generous sum for one, but certainly not both!”
Gaius’ expression remained perfectly calm as he looked to the siblings. “I had no idea you were so attached to these two. If they are truly worth more to you than the the price of a dozen common slaves at market, then I could hardly bear to take such treasured possessions away from you. I suppose I have no choice but to look elsewhere. I imagine your neighbors have fine stock of their own…” He replied, sighing softly with resignation as he turned to the door.
Master frowned, shaking his head. “Fine. One hundred au.” He conceded.
Gaius smirked subtly, reaching into his silken garment and pulling out a small, flat square with a divot the size of a thumb. Master did the same, pulling out his own device, the two pushing their thumbs into the squares and touching devices. A soft tone sounded, and Gaius spoke. “Offering trade of one hundred aurum, in exchange for ownership of Marcus Domitius and Valeria Domitia, and associated records and certification.”.
“Offer accepted.” Master confirmed. There was a pause, then the defives gave another tone, and the two businessmen separated, tucking the devices away securely, transaction complete. Marcus and Valeria heard a new tone sound from their collars as their ownership transferred.
Gaius, no, Master, now, turned to his latest acquisitions. “Go and collect your belongings, then return here. You will be traveling with Primum and Lucia within the hour.” He ordered.
“Yes, sir.” The siblings responded and turned for the door, scooping up their house garb along the way. Marcus hesitated in the door for a moment, turning back toward Master. “Master, if I may ask, traveling where?”
Master looked surprised for a moment, then smirked. “I suppose you weren’t here when I explained it, were you? You will be traveling to Nova Ostia for training. It’s going to be quite different than what you’re used to. You’re going to become Gladiators.” He explained.
Two threads in a tapestry suddenly veered in new direction. But where would their new course lead them? Only the fates can know.
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