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  “You must come see the gladiator I have just purchased!” he announced, beaming. “He’s… He’s truly magnificent. He’ll fight this Saturday, and every Saturday after that, I imagine.”

  I allowed myself a little smile. My mother’s death was hard on my father and I was glad, I suppose, that he had found something to take his mind off the sorrow.

  “Go collect your brother and meet me outside! You absolutely must see him!”

  I sighed as he dashed out of my room. Quintus. My poor brother. Born Kush, he took a Roman name when we came here, though his black skin proves to everyone his ancestry. He hates this brutal white man’s pastime, the gladiatorial battles. You see, he has never had any interest in the fights. I enjoy them, at least, but he hates them. He hates the sight of blood, the screaming, ruthless crowds. He hates to see anyone or anything in pain. He hates especially seeing all those handsome, beautiful men die. My brother is… Well, he is fond of what we call “Greek love.” That is, he finds men more beautiful than women. No one particularly cares but he is already fourteen and it won’t be long before he is expected to take up more manly pursuits. He’ll be expected to start whoring, to start betting on fights, to run a farm and go hunting. He’ll hate it all, of course. He would much rather write poetry with Theolon, his Egyptian slave boy and also his lover.

  I found them together, entwined as always, in my brother’s chambers. Theolon sat on Quintus’s lap, stroking his light brown curls.

  “Dear sister, salve,” said Quintus, removing his lips from Theolon’s neck. Theolon blushed and bowed his head.

  “Mistress,” he said softly. I was fond of the delicate, beautiful young Egyptian, and I hoped my father would let Quintus keep him even after he must take a wife.

  “Salve,” I replied. “Father wants us downstairs. He wants to show off his newest acquisition.”

  My brother’s face fell.

  “Oh, gods. Are we to be forced to watch another poor wretch be brutalized at the hands of other poor wretches?”

  “I’m afraid so,” I said with a shrug. I didn’t want to admit that I perhaps looked forward, if only somewhat, to the coming bloodshed…

  The three of us made our way downstairs and out to the front of the villa where the slave dealer was unloading his merchandise. There were half a dozen rather boring looking fellows, filthy and wild-looking but otherwise scrawny. They were nothing my father would get excited over. But then, I saw the man in the back of the cart, almost completely covered by his chains…

  He rose to his full height, which had to be nearly seven feet tall. He was naked except for his chains and as my eyes roamed over his hairy physique, savoring his bulging pectoral muscles, his powerful gut, his arms which looked like they had been forged from bronze, I couldn’t help but let my gaze drift lower and lower… His member was enormous, even flaccid. He had to be half-horse—not only was it massive but it looked especially strange, as if it were somehow sharp and swollen at the same time…

  “Here’s the beast!” my father roared with delight as the huge man stepped off the cart.

  His handsome, bearded face was bowed before us, a blank look obscuring his features. I glanced at my brother and I saw him fixated on the huge warrior.

  “Ursinus,” said the slaver, an oily, tubby man dressed in little more than rags despite the bulging bags of coin affixed to his belt. “An odd name for a slave, isn’t it? The bear… The great bear-man of the North! Captured by our centurions running wild in the forests of Germania. They were going to execute him when I found him, but I thought to myself, why destroy such a fierce animal when we can make some money off him first?”

  “Absolutely,” my father nodded, his face ruddy with approval. “And… He can turn into a bear?”

  “So they say!” the slaver laughed. “So they say! The centurions swear by it, claimed that he had torn the throats out of fourteen of their finest before they subdued him. I’ve not seen it myself, of course…”

  “Well, he’ll show his true form, if it’s to be seen,” my father said with a grim smile. “That, or he’ll die.”

  As they chuckled over Ursinus’s fate, I couldn’t help but feel bad for the warrior. His only hope was to win in the arena, win enough times that he could win his freedom.

  But they would never allow such a fierce, terrifying looking man such as him to continue winning. The rabble would want to see him lose, want to see him slaughtered, and so they would throw more and more warriors at him until he finally fell to their blades.

  Gloom had stricken my brother’s face and Theolon’s was impossible to read. I was suddenly very conscious of how I must look. I was wearing only the light robes I wore in the house, and they left very little to the imagination: my breasts and curves were readily apparently through the light, almost translucent toga. In fact, I realized that the slaver and Ursinus could probably see my nipples pressing against the fabric and maybe even the soft patch of dark hair between my legs… Or maybe they would focus more on my dark curls, piled atop my head in the popular style of the moment? Maybe my naturally dusky, almost rosy cheeks? Unlike so many other girls, I didn’t have to crush roses into a powder and apply it to my cheeks to give the appearance of good health. Maybe they would notice my round face, my plump, crimson lips, or my dark hazel eyes?

  But no. They seemed to notice nothing and for this, I was glad. My father continued to laugh and joke with the slaver, prodding Ursinus with a stick he had found somewhere along the dusty rode. I saw a dark look of resentment pass over the big man’s face and his upper lip curled ever so slightly, revealing a fanged canine tooth. My heart stopped when I saw that tooth, for his eyes met mine. They seemed to glow in that moment and I felt his eyes passing over my body, drinking me in. I felt like he was devouring me in that moment, hungrily nibbling at my flesh and preparing to consume me whole. I flushed. I felt warm, a warmth I had never experienced before, and one that emanated from my very core, spreading throughout my entire body…

  Night

  It was warm that night and I left the windows of my chambers open. As I fell asleep, I dreamt of the bearish man who was chained up outside our villa, probably sweating in the dust. I fantasized about going down to him, letting my toga slide off my body and standing just out of his reach, allowing those hungry eyes to devour my flesh all over again. I would tease him, frustrate him, whisper to him that I was a virgin, that no man had ever touched me before. I would work him up into a frenzy until he pulled free from his chains and took me…

  I heard a clatter on the sill of my window. Usually, I’m a heavy sleeper but for some reason, this roused me. My eyes fluttered open and I saw a huge bear, pitch black, padding along the floor of my bedroom. My mouth dropped open but I was too shocked to scream. The bear leapt into the air and landed heavily on my bed, nearly collapsing it under his weight.

  He smelled of sweat and blood and fear and I trembled as he straddled me. He growled, his gaping, toothy maw only inches from my face, saliva dripping from his fangs. His eyes seemed to glow, exactly in the same way Ursinus’s had… Could it be? I hit upon the realization with a start and as soon as I whispered the word, the change in the bear’s face told me I was right:

  “Ursinus.”

  Slowly, the beast began to transform. The snout shrunk, receding into a human face while the beast’s shoulders broadened. He grew longer and some, though not all, of the coarse animal hair receded. It only took about thirty seconds before I found myself pinned beneath a very human and very naked Longinus.

  I knew what I would see if I looked down but I couldn’t help myself. His tool was huge and erect in the moonlight, pointed directly at my womanhood. I felt my insides clench up in fear and excitement. Was this really happening? There was no way…

  “You can’t do this,” I whispered desperately. He pulled the light sheet away, leaving me only in my silk night robe.

  “If your father expects to enslave me, I might as well take some price from him,” Ursinus growled. This was
the first time I had heard him speak. I was surprised he knew Latin.

  “But… If you can escape your chains, why not run away?”

  “I could never get over those walls. Your father has sentries and besides… Being here means three meals a day, so long as I kill for your father. And it means I can take my pleasure in his daughter whenever I want, apparently.”

  I swallowed hard. The thought of being a toy, at this beast of a man’s whim, both terrified and aroused me. I felt my inner thighs growing wet and warm…

  “I’ll scream.”

  “If you do, I’ll kill you.” As if to demonstrate how easy it would be, he grasped my robe with one hand and in a single, swift motion, rent it from my chest. I gasped. My breasts were bared before him, my dark nipples erect under his gaze.

  He lowered his mouth to my right breast and his long, lupine tongue slithered out from between his lips, wrapping around my nipple. I shivered. Gods, but it felt good. He knew how to use that tongue of his, he did. He lapped at my dark nipple slowly, his glowing eyes never breaking contact with mine as he serviced me. My breasts weren’t as big as some of my friends but I was proud of their size, their shape, the way they sat high on my chest, and I hoped he noticed. I found myself hoping that he liked them… Could I ask him?

  “Do you… Do you like my body?” I whispered, fidgeting beneath his tongue. Whatever he had expected from me, it wasn’t this.

  “Your body?” the bear growled. “Do I like your body?”

  I nodded. “Do find it… Pleasing?”

  “Most certainly, my lady,” he said with mock formality. “Jupiter honors me with such a bounty.”

  I scowled and rolled my eyes.

  “No, I mean… Surely you’ve seen other girls. Am I prettier than them? Am I the prettiest you’ve ever been with?”

  Ursinus let out a short, hard laugh that was a bit too loud. He looked surprisingly sheepish as he sat back on his massive haunches, his huge cock still straining and pressing against my belly.

  “You’re a delicate flower and I look forward to plucking you.”

  “I don’t want poetry, you ass,” I hissed. “I want to know your honest opinion!”

  “You’re a saucy one. A man breaks into your room, announces he’s going to have his way with you, and all you want to know is how your body stacks up against his other conquests. I’ll never understand women.”

  “I still haven’t gotten my answer,” I said, covering my chest. “I want a sincere, honest answer. Then you can do what you will with me, but not before. I shan’t allow it.”

  Of course, I was in no position to be making demands or ultimatums. Nonetheless, I sensed he liked this game. I sensed he enjoyed this back and forth, that he enjoyed my naughtiness and cheek. And I enjoyed that he enjoyed it.

  “You’re a gorgeous one, you are. The northern girls are all brawn and boobs but you… You’re like a delicate oriental vine, one I’d like to wrap around my cock,” he whispered. His face drew close to me and I smelled the cheap wine he had probably been given with his dinner. “You’re the most beautiful girl who’s ever had me in her bed. That’s for sure.”

  “But not the most beautiful girl you’ve ever had in your bed?” I needled him. He laughed.

  “I don’t often have a bed, so it’s a moot question, as far as I’m concerned. Now, if it please the mistress of the house, might I continue to lick your little rose buds?”

  I flushed and slowly slid my arms away. He hesitated before returning to my breasts and pressed a hot, hard kiss to my lips, conquering my tongue. Our mouths dueled and he defeated me almost immediately. I was his toy and he molded me with his mouth, doing with me what he would, whatever he desired. He teased my tongue, nibbled at my lips, and I melted with him in return.

  He kissed down my neck, nibbling on my flesh and suckling as he went. I sighed in delight and wrapped my arms around his powerful shoulders. He was so large that I couldn’t even join my hands behind his back. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel once he was inside of me…

  Again, his mouth captured my nipples and I let out a delighted sigh, my hips involuntarily pressing up against him. He grunted as my cloth-clad crotch rubbed against his huge bear cock.

  “You’re getting more enthusiastic, mistress,” Ursinus growled into my breast, his teeth tearing at my hard flesh. I could only whimper in response as he tore away the rest of my toga, leaving me completely naked. He spread my legs wide, my wetness and stickiness slipping open for him. I was sure he could smell my scent, my flavor hanging in the air, and I noticed him become noticeably more excited, hungrier, as he spread me.

  But he restrained himself. I could tell his muscles were straining, demanding that he take me right then and there, that he pound into me and fuck me hard, make me scream and cry and sow his seed in my womb, but somehow, he resisted the animal urges. He kissed and nibbled down my breasts and down my sensitive belly. I shuddered and giggled as his long tongue slurped over my belly button, over my tender flesh.

  He kissed ever so slightly lower with each passing moment and my heart beat faster and faster. That magnificent bear’s tongue slid around my crotch, passing over the patch of soft dark hair crowning my sex and down into the crease between my legs and my pussy. I whimpered as he lapped and licked at my inner thighs and I pressed my hips up and into his mouth, as if urging him to bury his face in my hot sex.

  “Please, take me… Take it…” I whimpered.

  Take Me

  “Take what, my dear?” Ursinus growled with glee. I didn’t want to say it. I felt ashamed to say it but I knew that’s what he wanted.

  “My… My pussy. Devour it. Please. Please, I beg you, eat me.”

  I couldn’t believe I was using those vile words. Words that good Roman girls from upstanding families never said. Of course, those good Roman girls were never visited in their bedrooms by giant bear men bent on having their way with their virgin bodies… At least, not as far as I knew.

  His tongue slid over my hot, wet lips finally and I found myself yelping and squealing, pressing my hips forward and driving them into his face.

  “Oh, god, please!” I whined, my body shuddering. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted his tongue deep within my pussy, pressing into my snatch and exploring. I wanted him to taste and tease my clitty and make me cry and cum like a common whore for him…

  He began to lap at my hole like a bear licking its wounds, slurping up my wetness and juices as he dug his hot, long tongue into me. Each stroke dug into my wet recesses and I exhaled loudly, shuddering, my muscles clenching around his tongue as he licked me. I wanted more and more with each passing moment and there was nothing that would satisfy me. Nothing except Ursinus.

  And then, his tongue passed over my clit and I just about lost my mind. My heart was already pounding out of control and my breasts were already heaving but now, my body seemed to be exploding in ecstasy, shivers of pleasure passing up and down my spine as he swirled the tip of his tongue around the hood of my clit, placing just enough pressure on my little nub to bring me close to the peaks of pleasure without allowing me to fall off the edge.

  Finally, his tongue fell into a steady rhythm of lapping at my swollen, dusky little nub. His tongue rained attention on me and I grabbed his head, running my fingers through his coarse, fur-like hair.

  “Oh, gods, you’re an animal… You’re truly an animal…” I whined, my hips shaking along with my entire body. “Please, I’m all yours… Do as you will with me, just make me…”

  I trailed off and Ursinus pause.

  “Make you what?”

  Gods, he wanted me to say it. He wanted me to be complicit in my own whoredom.

  “Make me cum,” I whined. “Make my filthy little noble girl’s twat cum, Ursinus!”

  That was all the encouragement he needed. He went back to the task at hand (or, should I say, at tongue), slurping at my wetness and my swollen nub, teasing and tickling it and filling my body with trembling, electric pleasure.
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  Now, of course, I have been… pleasuring myself… every since I was a girl. I know of no Roman girls who don’t enjoy, now and then, a relaxing session by themselves. If anything, it is encouraged among us noble, well-off girls—less need for us to go out and find a boy in the market place or a handsome lad from another family. Even though playing with others is tolerated (my father certainly knew of Quintus’s dalliances and turned the other eye), creating an embarrassing situation for your family—being caught in a carnal embrace or, worse, ending up with a child.

  However, I had never, ever experienced anything like this. Even the Nubian girl my father brought in weekly to teach me the ways of men’s bodies had never driven me to these levels of ecstasy. My hips trembled and jerked under Ursinus’s talented tongue and I saw stars as I came.