“Please! More!” I squealed, grabbing him by the head, running my fingers through his hair and crushing his face into my pussy. My hole spasmed around his tongue and I gasped as I felt a long, thick finger slide into my tight back hole.
“Not there,” I whimpered as he pressed his digit into my ass. That was a common way, I knew, to prevent pregnancy and it was something my Nubian teacher had shown me before. I knew, too, that it was something Quintus enjoyed but I was afraid to try it…
“Why not?” growled Ursinus. I gasped as his finger drifted in deeper and deeper, digging into my tight back hole, well slicked by my abundant juices.
“Because… Because…” I whimpered.
“Your father would have me killed if I put a baby in that little noble girl belly of yours,” Ursinus continued. “So I think I’ll have to make sure I don’t. Don’t you agree?”
“He’ll have you killed anyone if he finds out…”
“Aye, he will…” Ursinus mused, and he pressed another finger into my tight hole. “But if you give birth to a babe all covered in hair with sharp teeth, it’ll be obvious, won’t it, who’s to blame?”
I couldn’t disagree with that, I supposed, but as I came down from the heights of my ecstasy, I had an idea.
“Please,” I said quickly, inching away from him and trying to slide his fingers out of my ass. “Let me use my mouth. I’ve practiced that before.”
Ursinus’s handsome face perked up when I mentioned this.
“Practiced, eh?”
“Yes! My father hires a courtesan to teach me the ways of pleasuring men. She…” I found myself blushing as I explained it, though what was there to be embarrassed of? Ursinus had already seen my most private parts, already brought me to orgasm and violated me… “She has me use my mouth on a wooden baton and she critiques my performance. Sometimes, she even wears it, pretends she’s a man, and orders me to get on my knees and pleasure her ‘cock’…”
“You Roman girls,” Ursinus sighed, sitting back on his haunches, a look of amazement on his face. “And you think we’re the barbarians.”
I didn’t have anything to say to that. Ursinus stood tall and I knelt before him, his massive, magnificent cock directly in front of my face. It was far larger than the wooden baton I had practiced on and I found myself gulping nervously. How would this ever fit in my mouth, let alone my cunt or even my ass? I couldn’t believe that Ursinus was this big but there, there he was, his cock veiny and thick, twitching in excitement, a clear drop of juice sitting on the tip of his cock. I took it slowly in my hands, feeling his warm, excited flesh melt between my fingers as I began to stroke it, sliding the flesh of his shaft over his hardness.
“Mmm… You’ve got quite nice hands,” he said with a smile. I couldn’t help but blush at this. I jacked him off slowly, as I knew men often like, but I was quite aware that he expected me to go further. Slowly, I pressed my lips to the fat cockhead before me, tasting his meaty, warm flesh.
“That’s a good girl,” Ursinus whispered. I began to slide my tongue along his shaft, teasing his warm flesh. He was surprisingly soft, despite being so hard, as if he had a huge rod of iron covered in soft flesh. I allowed his cock to slide into my mouth now, swirling my tongue around his meat as I began to bob my head, letting my teeth only barely graze his flesh. I bobbed my head faster and faster, grunting as his cock hit the back of my throat. God, he was so big. I had never had anything this big in my mouth. I had practiced taking a baton deep into my throat and I could do it without too much trouble, but this was far too big.
To make things even more intense, Ursinus gripped me by the hair, forcing my face further onto his cock and pressing my nose into his crotch. I gurgled and sputtered on his cock as the huge head disappeared down my throat. I felt like I was choking, like I couldn’t breathe, but somehow, I kept it together. He began to thrust into my mouth, using my face like a toy to pleasure his cock. I squeezed my eyes shut, just focusing all my efforts on pleasuring his cock, on making him cum. I wanted him to cum, I realized. I wanted to taste that thick, manly, bearish cum filling my throat, sliding over my tongue. I was hungry for his cum and I was hungry for him to make me his by filling my mouth with his hot seed.
“Ugh, gods,” Ursinus muttered. He began to slide his cock all the way out of my mouth before slamming it all the way in, driving it as deep as he could. I gagged and I felt tears come to my eyes but, damnation, I was a proud Roman girl and I wasn’t going to let this barbarian from the north break me, even if he was using my mouth like a peasant girl’s backside. I did my best to hold my composure, squeezing my eyes shut so he couldn’t see them glistening and swirling my tongue as best I could around that massive, bearish rod buried in my throat.
Suddenly, I felt his thick cock begin to twitch, the veins lining his shaft swelling. My eyes widened. What could this be? Oh, I knew—I knew all right. Within moments, the first hot spurt of bear cum invaded my throat, splattering into my mouth.
“Gods be praised…” Ursinus growled, gripping me hard by the hair as his cock spasmed in my mouth, emptying his hot bear load into me. I could only close my eyes and accept his cum, salty and sour, drinking it down obediently as he filled me with his seed. I could only imagine what might happen if he were to unleash that load in my puss—a baby, a little werebear man baby—would be growing in my formerly virgin belly, swelling my gut until… I didn’t want to think about it, even though, truth be told, it excited me to no end.
And then, just like that, he slid his tool out of my mouth. I gasped, my fingers clutching his strong flesh. Gods, but what a man… What a bear man…
His cock was wet and flaccid now and I was sure he must be done. No man would be ready for another go around after that—my first real time pleasuring a man and it seems I had done quite well.
But I was in for quite a surprise, for just as I thought we were finished, Ursinus grasped me around the waist and plucked me off the bed. A quick glance at his cock saw that it was growing harder again, the thick veins bulging once again.
“You’re not done yet, darling,” he said, his voice husky and smooth, like wine before it’s been watered down. He bent me over and there I was, on my hands and knees, my most private parts spread out before him. I felt him slide my ass cheeks open and I burned with shame as he admired my wet holes.
“Don’t you dare put a baby in me,” I blurted out. Ursinus let out a low, growling laugh.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling. I’m going to put this somewhere else.”
Back to that, I realized. I closed my eyes and braced myself as I felt the tip of his huge cock against my asshole. It began to press in, sliding in without too much difficulty. I was already relaxed, I suppose and what was more, his cock was covered in my saliva and his cum. Still, I felt like he was ripping me apart, only in a more pleasurable way that I truly expected.
“It’s too deep, Ursinus…” I whined as I felt the swollen base of his cock—his knot, like a dog’s—start to slide into my tight ass.
“Not deep enough, darling,” growled Ursinus as he allowed his cock to disappear deeper and deeper into my noble bowels. I shuddered, my muscles involuntarily tensing and clenching around his rod as he sodomized me. It was the most shameful thing for a Roman girl—what would my father think if he caught me now, receiving the inhuman cock of one of his gladiators into my most private, my most tender parts?
But I gritted my teeth and took his cock, trying to enjoy it. Before long, I realized I was—I loved the way it spread me open, the way it tore at my ass, and stretched my muscles deliciously, eliciting a deep ache beginning deep within my body that spread out along my nerves. I whimpered with each profound thrust of that magnificent tool, grunting like an animal when he embedded himself full inside of me.
“Well, that’s a pretty picture, isn’t it…” Ursinus growled and I could only imagine how lewd my pretty pink asshole must have looked, spread around his thick, throbbing bearhood.
Before I coul
d reply, he began to thrust and gods, was that ever intense. I could only hang my head and bite my pillow to keep from screaming bloody murder as he pounded his rod deeper and deeper into my tightness, drilling me and slamming me. He had made me his, there was no doubt about it, and with each subsequent thrust, I felt myself melting further and further into him. I felt as though I were losing my identity, as though I were being subsumed into Ursinus himself. I disappeared into his scent, his grunts, the feeling of his sweaty, hairy skin pressed against my own flesh, warm and wet, as he bore down on me, driving his length into my most tender of spots.
And then, he was cumming. I could feel the thick, hot streams of cum spurting out of his cock, filling up my tight hole and my gut. He emptied himself into me and impossibly, it seemed as though he were cumming even more than he had before. What kind of man could possibly do that? I found myself wonder, though of course, I had my answer grunting atop me…
He pulled out of my ass with a slow, sickly satisfying pop. I gasped as my cavity suddenly closed. I had even realized how used to it, how comfortable I had gotten with his cock up my ass… I felt his cum dribbling out of my tortured, abused hole. My entire body trembled and when he got out of the bed, I desperately wanted him back.
“Now, my dear, I’ll bid you good night… You were very good about staying quiet, and for that, I thank you…” Ursinus said, wiping his cock with my sheets. I blushed, my eyes taking in his muscular, sweaty form.
“When will you be back?” I whispered, afraid to hear the answer. What answer did I want? Tomorrow night, perhaps, or never?
“Whenever I damned well feel like it, little one,” Ursinus growled with a grin. But I wasn’t done with him. I spread my legs wide, showing him my pink puss, spreading it wide with my fingers.
“You could die tomorrow,” I whispered. “My father might have you killed or you might die while training or you might die this Saturday if the emperor decides to set a hundred Spartan prisoners against you. Do you want to die and leave me a virgin?”
I saw the wheels working in Ursinus’s head. With a grin, he loped back over to the bed and mounted me, pulling my legs up onto his shoulders so that I was completely at his mercy. His cock was hard again in an instant and even though he had just torn my ass apart, he was more than ready to do the same to my pink, virginal wetness.
I gasped as I felt him press against me. Of course, I had experienced some penetration before but never anything this large. I squeezed my eyes shut as Ursinus’s massive bear cock disappeared into my pussy. I was already so wet, so sloppy and sopping that my body put up no resistance. I whimpered and cooed for the bear warrior as he drove his blade to the hilt, pressing deep into my sheath.
“And now, little one, you’re a virgin no longer.”
I smiled weakly as he began to thrust into me. My fingers did what they could to grip him, digging my nails into his strong flesh as he pumped into me, driving into my wetness over and over as he pounded me, riding me like I was his bitch. And really, I was… I was little more than his bitch, ready to be fucked and used whenever he so pleased, as long as he could corner me in my room late at night.
His cock, driving in and out of my tight hole, pressed deliciously against my clit as he worked the bearish mass into my pussy, spreading me wide, forcing my hole to gape over lewdly around his meaty shaft. I held him tight around the neck and his hungry lips claimed mine over and over as he held me by the ass. Each thrust was agony for my punished ass, since it stretched my flesh and pressed me into the bed but no matter. The pain only heightened the impossible pleasure of being fucked, of being absolutely claimed by this bear man from the north… He may have been my father’s property but I could feel, now, that I was his.
As he began to suckle my nipples and dig his sharp teeth into my tender flesh, I felt my body give up. No longer could I keep it together: my hips began to buck and shake beneath him and I was cumming, waves of warm pleasure flowing outward from my crotch, spilling over my body as I shuddered and bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out. In return, I felt his cock start to cum, spilling stream after stream of hot cum into my waiting womb. As he came in me, I knew his seed would quicken and take root. There was no way around it. I felt his body spill out into me and I knew, I just knew that he had put a baby in me.
With another final, conquering kiss, he pulled himself out of me. I sighed as I felt his essence drain out of me.
“Until tomorrow night, Abeba,” Ursinus whispered. I watched as he transformed: first, his snout grew and his hair became thicker, more matted. His eyes changed, starting to glow in the evening moonlight as his legs shrunk and a furry tail shot out of his lower back. In moments, he was a bear again… Though to be honest, you would be hard pressed to convince me that he was ever anything but.
He turned to me one last time, eyes shining in the darkness, before leaping onto the rail of my balcony and then disappearing into the night, leaving me with only the dull ache in my sex as a reminder that he had ever been there…
Morning
I awoke with my head dizzy, my body aching, my limbs feeling like lead… Gods, had that really happened?
Had the werebear taken me in the night, taken my virginity, like some common street whore?
It hadn’t been a dream. No, the physical reminders were still present. There was no way it had been a dream. Rather, he really had invaded my room, made love to me by force, forced me to love what he did to me, drew moans from my lips…
Claudia, another of my slave serving girls, peaked into my room from around the corner of the door, her young eyes wide and frightened.
“Mistress… Are you… All right?”
“I… Yes, of course I am. Why? What’s wrong? Are you all right?” I replied brusquely, gathering up the blankets on my bed in a lame attempt to hide my nakedness. Claudia appeared from behind the door, her eyes marked by a lack of sleep with huge, bruise-like smudges.
“I’m fine, mistress. It’s just that… I heard the most amazing things last night…”
“Did anyone else hear?” I demanded.
Claudia shrugged. “I imagine not, mistress. Your father was at a banquet until early in the morning and only just now returned home. There was no one to hear but us.” Us, of course, referred to the slaves and the servants. In other words, people who didn’t matter.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way,” I muttered, rising from my bed, letting the covers drop away from my naked body. Claudia gasped to see me: after all, I was covered in bruises from the werebear’s rough loving.
“I’ve known a man, Claudia…” I whispered, looking at her seriously. “And not just any man… But Ursinus, the werebear gladiator. And let me tell you, he is far more than any man around here…”
“But mistress! You’re not even married!”
“Other noblewomen take gladiators into their beds to be satisfied by them… By their strength… Why shouldn’t I?” I demanded, looking fiercely at Claudia. “My father was out whoring until only a few hours ago—why shouldn’t I keep in the family tradition?”
Of course, Claudia had nothing to reply to that. She just looked at the floor.
“I was frightened for you, mistress. That beast… The beast who came to you in the night… I do not trust him.”
“You needn’t worry about me, dear. I can take care of myself. All I need from you is for you to keep my secret. My father must not know of this.”
“Yes, mistress. Of course.”
“Good. Now, run me a bath, will you?”
“Of course, mistress. Right away.”
Claudia disappeared into the other room to begin heating perfumed water for a bath. As I listened to the relaxing sounds of water being poured, I found myself admiring my body in the mirror: my ebony skin, glowing with bruises and bites from my lover… Was this a woman’s body now?
Yes. Yes, it most certainly was…
Revelation
Breakfast was served late, owing to my father’s excesses the ni
ght before. We gathered in the courtyard for a meal of roasted pheasant, olives, and fruits while a few slave boys entertained us with lyres. I picked at the olives, unable to shake the image of Ursinus’s massive, powerful body from my mind…
“Tomorrow I’ll be fighting that so-called bear,” my father announced suddenly. “You’ll come to watch, won’t you?”
“The bear?” I asked, feigning disinterest, even though in my heart of hearts, I was terrified on Ursinus’s behalf. “What’s that?”
“Don’t you remember? The huge slave I purchased just the other day—the man who can transform into a bear—supposedly.”
“Oh, yes…” I murmured absently. “What was his name? Something rather ridiculous?”
“Ursinus,” my father said with a grin stretching over his fat, fleshy face. “Unconquered. A truly ridiculous name for a slave if I ever heard one.”
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