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ing footsteps. The evening light became moonlight and still Rufus and Felix hadn’t returned from visiting the Decurion.
The night watchmen began their patrols, calling out the hour of the curfew. She closed the shutters and curled up on the bed. Perhaps they’d tried to find out about Ceadda and having failed, decided to stay and drink with their Roman host. She expected them to stagger back drunk on mead.
A noise disturbed her and she jumped to her feet. She heard footfalls outside the door and when it swung open, Felix entered the room followed by a red-cheeked Rufus, whom seemed to be panting.
“Varius,” he declared as he shut the door behind him.
She frowned; they were drunk. “Varius?”
Felix answered. “Varius is Ceadda’s new master. He has lands a day’s ride from my farm. Your brother is closer to us than we thought.” Felix dragged off his heavy cloak and just as he let go of it, Bethan ran into his arms.
“Oh, thank you, Master.” Overwhelmed with gratitude, she pressed her lips to his cheek.
Felix laughed and patted her back. “Did you doubt my storytelling?”
She leaned toward the nearby Rufus and he bent to kiss her lips. “Oh… no… of course not,” she mumbled.
Rufus feinted a perfect gasp of horror. “She doubted us!” He seated himself on a stool and she hastily undid the laces of his sandals.
Felix removed his leather straps and battle skirt. “I admit, the Decurion was much taken by my valiant combats.” He heaved the tunic over his head to reveal his scarred chest and the taut muscles of his lithe abdomen. The back of her neck prickled with goose bumps. She blinked and tried to avert her eyes from his loins. He had an erection beneath the cloth. She hurried to his side and knelt to undo his laces.
Above her Felix sighed. Was he too tired to bed her? She sizzled with excitement at both their news and the opportunity to celebrate in the best way she knew how—lie with them.
Rufus scratched his beard. “He drank as greedily as a fish in the ocean. Felix had to weave a merry tale about his search for a young man with magical eyes whom the gods had decreed must fight in the arena.”
Bethan gasped. “Ceadda?” Rufus jested, surely?
Felix chuckled. “Fear not, Bethan. It was a ruse. The Decurion, believing we were slavers sent to comb Britannia for new gladiators, identified Ceadda from his records and gave us the name Varius and where his land lies.”
“Oh.” She grinned at the trickery. “You did indeed tell grand tales.” She couldn’t imagine Ceadda fighting anyone. He was too kind-hearted.
Felix reached down and lifted her bodily off the floor. She whooped as he embraced her with his strong arms coiled around her thighs and waist. His eyes caught the light from the oil lamp and sparkled. She snatched a breath. He wasn’t drunk. Felix was hungry for her. She felt the heat rise across her neck and bosom, then down into her lower belly, where her pussy clenched. With an unnecessary display of protest, she wriggled in his arms. It wasn’t as if she was planning on running away.
“Tis late, lord, I should—”
He covered her mouth with his and kissed her lips hard.
“Hush,” he muttered between kisses. “There’s nothing magical about your brother, but there is something almost irrepressible in you. Almost.”
Felix lowered her to her feet. Behind her, Rufus had finished undressing and unlike Felix, he was happy to display his nude erection. Clasping his hands around her waist, she was swiftly sandwiched by the two burly men. Rufus’s hard cock stretched the fabric of her stola in search of the parting between her arse cheeks, while Felix’s manhood nudged against her belly.
In response, a storm of flutters erupted in the pit of her stomach and seemed momentarily to consume her. She hadn’t the wits or inclination to push them away. Rufus and Felix rained kisses on her neck and face, while their hands wrestled with her stola, which they lifted sufficiently high enough to access her naked breasts. Four hands hunted for her softest flesh, taking it in turns to roll their fingers around her nipples or massage her breasts with the palms of their hands. She tilted her head back until she rested it on Rufus’s shoulder and her mouth formed a perfect circle.
The confident exploration by two eager men contrasted her own frenzied clawing at Felix’s chest and shoulders as he leaned over to kiss her neck. His upright cock, which had forced aside the loincloth, rose between them and its heat seem to scorch her navel as he rubbed it up and down.
Rufus squeezed her breasts and toyed with her tender nipples. “We want you,” he rasped in her ear.
Felix’s hands descended to below her waist and dove between her thighs. She squirmed as he sought out her pussy.
“Wet and plump,” he remarked gleefully.
The stola was ripped down one seam and then the other, exposing her nakedness completely. Felix cupped her arse cheeks and drew her closer to his rod with its smooth bulb and vein-ribbed shaft, which was poised upright and ready to penetrate. But how would he take her?
The answer came from Rufus. He hoisted her up and supported her weight as she opened her legs and straddled them around Felix’s hips until her feet met on the other side of his muscular rump. Raised high, she clung onto Felix’s neck as Rufus impaled her wet pussy on the colossal cock.
She squealed, then nearly bit her lower lip when she tried to seal her mouth shut—what would their neighbours think if she were to scream? The two men worked her up and down on his shaft, and she bounced in time to their exertions.
It was just the start of their amorous adventure into the night time. Felix’s appetite for her was unrelenting and Rufus, undaunted by his friend’s lust, aided Felix with equal passion.
