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She didn’t understand what he meant, but for some bizarre reason she trusted him. She slipped down onto her knees with little decorum.
“You must discover what the gods have in store for you without our help,” Felix said swiftly. “Now continue with the sponge, back and forth. That’s it. Good girl.”
On her knees in a bed of straw with her bottom raised high and her pussy open for them to see, she agitated the little organ that remained a mystery to her. It responded with such a delightful sensation, she ignored all of her shameful thoughts amassing in her mind. She was entertaining two gladiators once again, just like the previous day.
Her breasts swung as she rocked, and the water trickled down her thighs onto the straw. She seemed close to some kind of climax and she held her breath until it peaked. With an uncontrollable cry, she released the tension in her shoulders and legs and ceased agitating the now tender bud. The ripples of spasms she’d unleashed spun out into her belly and down into her curling toes. They hardened her nipples into painful stones and caused her heartbeats to thunder behind her breastbone. Her hand cramped around the sponge and she shook.
“Magnificent,” Rufus exclaimed.
“She is a beauty,” Felix said with simplicity. “Stand, Bethan, and face us.”
She drew her energised body upright.
“Hands to your sides. There is no reason to be shy.”
She dropped the sponge into the bucket and stood with her head bowed, eyes downcast. It was hard not to feel humiliated. She’d no idea what she’d experienced and if it was anything to do with the presence of the two men.
“I’m guessing that was your first orgasm.” Felix rose to his feet. “It won’t be your last.” He stood a few feet away from her. “Once we are at my villa, you will cleanse yourself like this three times a day with water blessed by the gods. Failure to do so will result in punishment. Do you understand?”
Three times a day! Would he watch each one? Would Rufus too?
Felix tipped up her chin and smiled. “This is hardly a terrible ordeal, is it, Bethan?”
Terrible wasn’t a word that came to mind. Quite the contrary, she’d many indecent words tumbling around her head. “No, Master. I shall do as you ask. With the sponge?” She looked at the bucket of cold water.
“At my villa, there shall be warm water in the bathhouse. You are to be brought to the altar of Ceres and presented to the fertility goddesses as a gift. I shall have you orgasm in many times to please them. And me.”
“Altar? Gift?” Her jaw hung lower. This wasn’t quite how she imagined bedding him. Snuggled alongside him in a cot was more what she had in mind.
“The goddesses are demanding. Which means I shall have to be too.” Felix stroked her flushed face with the back of his hands. In full view of his companion, he lowered his lips and kissed her mouth. She sighed as he continued to kiss her. Abruptly, he released her.
She raised her eyebrows quizzically.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
“When?” She couldn’t decide whom she desired more: Rufus with his bronze beard or Felix, the dark-eyed Briton. Both were equally stern and formidable, and also inviting with their manly ways, especially their physical manifestations, which she saw clearly through their clothing.
“Soon. Sweet girl, you must understand what it is the goddesses of fertility require. In Rome, I approached the best priest and he spoke of an empty land, lying neglected, needing plenty of seed. That emptiness is your vessel, which I shall fill, time and time again, until the land is fertile.”
Bethan’s mouth gaped as she listened. He wanted her for some ritual, a sacrifice of her body for the greatness of his goddesses.
“I must be filled?” she stuttered.
He nodded. “Aye. But also, and you must be brave, sweet slave of mine, when the rain washes away the land or the sun bakes it to a crisp, you will need to be punished.”
“Me! Why?” Now her lower lip was trembling.
Rufus stroked his hand down her arm to settle her. “Sh, don’t be afraid.”
“But if the land suffers, why must I?” she asked, boldly jutting her chin forward.
“You are all that is the land, to its dark depths and beyond, you are the bringer of salvation. Punishing you should not incur your suffering, only your lust for my seed and my pleasure. When I spank you, or have you come hard on my cock, this will please the goddesses and replenish the land. It is what the priest told me.”
“Come on your cock?” she repeated in awe—that would be the reward she sought. She wouldn’t be able to resist that cocktail of delicious sensations and the rush of energy it released.
“As you did just now, but with me buried balls deep in your cunny.”
He spoke about the vulgarity of sex with total confidence. She liked the sound of that steadfast approach—it was so much better than what her deceased husband said when he groped her.
