Given to the Gladiator: The Villa Bundle (Historical Interracial Erotica Bundle)

by Circe Ridley

  She gulped and was about to get up, when the massive man reached out a hand and cupper her delicate chin in his fingers. He tipped her head upwards a bit and then slowly leant into her, keeping his assuring gaze on her for a moment that seemed to go on forever for Mira. When their lips touched, Mira’s stomach contracted, her muscles tensing. It was the first kiss she had ever had, and there was no fighting it. His touch was measured and caring and his lips discovered her slowly. She didn’t even notice when she started kissing him back and raised up from her haunches a little to get closer to him. Her tongue slipped in between their lips and dipped into his mouth, making the girl moan as she tasted the mouth of a man for the first time.

  His powerful hands slid around her waist and he pulled her up to him with one smooth move, planting the girl on his lap. He was only wearing a simple loincloth and as their skin touched the girl let out a gasp. She could feel each muscle on his body so clearly, the chiseled form welcoming to her touch. He rested his hands on her lower back as they continued kissing, passion flowing between them and mixing them in a web of desire. Her former fears were immediately abandoned as her fingers danced over his tight muscles.

  He is no brute, if he were then how could he touch me so gently, she thought as her hands pressed against his wide chest. She felt incredibly small in his arms, like he could hide her from all the bad things in the world just by cradling her. The sensation of being wanted and protected by this silent, stoic man made her head spin.

  Mira could feel herself getting wet, the heat at the pit of her stomach expanding and twisting wildly. She crawled closer to him and he squeezed her ass with his strong hands. She gasped and then smiled slightly, returning his kisses with ever growing enthusiasm. His hands roamed over her now, having given the frail girl enough time to accept his need. His cock was hardening and pressing against her stomach through her flowing gown and without thinking about it she rubbed herself against it. It was large and thick and she couldn’t imagine it fitting in her, but the virgin girl knew she wanted nothing more than to try. She kissed his neck and licked at it, surprised but confident in her longing. This man had found something in her that she hadn’t known was there. The simple act of kissing and touching him had been enough to light a fire much larger than the one warming the room and she couldn’t wait to go further.

  One of his wide hands brushed her dark hair off her dark-skinned shoulder and then opened the clasp holding the gown with surprising deftness. She instinctively tried to cover herself as the fabric slipped down and revealed her young, perky breasts, but he stopped her by taking hold of her wrist. Doran looked at her, the reassurance she had seen there before burning even brighter now. Her brow furrowed slightly, but she allowed her hand to fall limp and he pushed it down on her lap. The white gown rolled off her chest completely and he took the sight of her in, the faintest smile appearing on his lips. She was blushing heavily, but it was only partially the surprise of being naked in such a way in front of a man for the first time. Most of it was her longing for him and the hard cock rubbing up between her thighs.

  He leant down and kissed her neck with slow, deliberate moves. Her back arched as he moved downward and she couldn’t help but shudder, the experienced, strong man controlling the naïve olive-skinned virgin completely. She saw the fire cast shadows on their skin as their breaths grew heavier and as he went lower down her chest. Finally, he sucked one of her nipples in his mouth and she couldn’t help but let out a long groan. He pulled at the nipple hard, swirling his tongue on it in long circular motions and making the girl squirm in his lap. The pain was delicious and Mira felt like she would soon drown in her own juices.

  She had only pleasured herself a few times, mostly after seeing orgies and having to tend to the patrons basking in the afterglow. She hadn’t quite found the blossom within herself yet, but it seemed very certain that this man would teach her things that she had seen but never thought she would enjoy experiencing. As he continued toying with her breasts, his hands shifted lower and slinked under Mira’s dress. She exhaled sharply as those rough hands caressed her thighs, moving closer to her heat. Her body was on edge and she kept pushing herself into him more, even though there had not been any space between them for a while now. Her fingers dug into his hair as he finally dipped between her legs, his fingers carefully feeling her warm, wet slit.

  She thought she would collapse in ecstasy right there and then, but he had other plans for her. He raised her up by her thighs and brushed aside his loincloth, which had still covered his cock. When she caught sight of it, her heart skipped a beat. It was large and veiny, the head dark and ready to enter the delicate virgin. She whimpered at the size of it, her stomach contracting in shock, but her body was no less willing than before. He shifted on the chair a bit, his back firmly against the wall. The smell of their sweat and the oils rubbed into her skin was starting to mix into the air, filling her nostrils with a musky scent.

  Doran’s strong hands moved her into place, the girl on her knees and hovering above his throbbing shaft. She bit her lip as he pushed her dress out of the way and grasped her around her waist. A hint of worry glinted on her gaze, but his soothing eyes left her no question that she was in good hands. She took a deep breath as he slowly lowered her down, the wide head forcing into her unsullied slit. Mira gasped as soon as his cock started splitting her, digging deep into her. She tensed up and her nails dug into his shoulders, but Doran kept pushing her down.

  Mira screamed out as the head entered her completely, feeling like she couldn’t fit any more of him. He wouldn’t budge, but allowed her move higher a bit before pressing into her again, her juices coating his cock. His hands were stern but understanding as she struggled to allow him inside of her, her small frame shivering and goose bumps dotting her skin. Doran repeated the motion a few more times, each attempt followed by another whimper from the virgin, who was so willing to let him take her. Finally, he reached up and pulled her head to his chest and then, with one sharp move, he pressed her down onto his massive cock,

  Her scream was muffled by his wide chest and she bit into his flesh in pain. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she could feel something warm trickle between her legs. She knew it must be blood, her purity now roughly taken by this wordless white warrior. Her chest heaved in sobs as he bucked into her slowly now, giving her time to get over the initial shock. He moved her just enough to keep her from not concentrating too much on any one sensation, carefully working his way deeper into her delicate heat.

  Bit by bit his thrusts started growing in force and to her surprise Mira found herself moving against him. Even though she still had tears in her eyes, the pain was becoming bearable and it didn’t take long until the warming heat at the pit of her stomach took flame again and she was shaken from her pain and surprise. She raised herself up off of his lap almost completely and then plunged back in, enjoying the tension and ecstasy that it sent flying through her. With each movement, she felt more alive, the huge cock digging into her soft flesh and taking her as its own.

  She kissed his chest and neck where she had bitten him, deep bite marks evident on him. Mira had even drawn a bit of blood, but he had paid it no heed. He let her grind on him as she pleased for a while, learning the intricacies of taking a man’s shaft in her and enjoying it. She could see him watching her, admiring her lithe form as she bounced up and down on the cock that was much too big for her. The softness was still in his gaze, but she could see a hunger now, something much more familiar to her. It made her spirit swell, knowing that this caring, gentle beast of a man wanted her and desired her enough to take her as he did, without forcing her more than she could handle.

  She had expected something much gruffer. The pain had been worse than she could have ever imagined, but the desire for him and for his dick to fill her was something she couldn’t have seen happening even in her wildest daydreams. This monster, hated by the Gods and feared by Romans, had taken her and cradled her with care, filling her with jo
y and confidence. She thought that if the Gods were angry at this man then they had not looked into his soul. There could be nothing evil or worthy of hate in a man like that, who was forced to do what he had done for fear of losing his life.

  Suddenly, she felt strong arms clasp around her and the man stood up, the girl as if no weight at all. She kissed his face and lips as he carried her over to the bed and gently lowered her down. Mira was on her back, staring up at the tall man as he took off his loin cloth. She could see that some of his wounds had cracked loose and were oozing dark blood, but he didn’t seem to care. The girl took a deep breath as he got on his knees in front of her and then leant down, kissing her deeply. She returned his hunger as he parted her legs and settled in between them, both of the two shimmering with sweat and the heavy dust that was sticking to their skin now.

  Mira cried out as he pushed himself into her again, her slit still completely wet but the girl sore. The pain quickly subsided as he started thrusting into her. First, his movements were slow and didn’t push further in her than what she had allowed before, but soon his desire could be held back no longer. His strokes became deeper, plowing into her with more force and need. The girl moaned and whimpered as he hammered into her heat, her legs clutched around his hips and her hands clawing at his arms and chest. She didn’t want him to stop and the pain and pleasure made for a delicious combination.

  His large chest was heaving and she could see his face twist in concentration. Her breasts bounded up and down with each thrust. She grabbed them with her hands and squeezed them, now knowing how much she enjoyed having them touched. Her innocence already felt like a distant memory, something that had happened so long ago that it wasn’t worth remembering. Mira had been welcomed into a new state of existence, one that allowed her to be used by a great gladiator and to have dark needs fulfilled that she did not even know she had. She felt like he could do anything he wanted to her, so strong was his hold over her as both her heart and mind swirled with excitement. Her muscles were beginning to contract under his rough pounding, his throbbing shaft hitting her so deep and hard that it was impossible to ignore the fire wanting to burst forth in her.

  As he struck into her as deep as he could, she couldn’t control herself anymore. Her body shook in rolling waves of delight, her whole being as if filled with lightning under his commanding touch. She let out an ear-piercing scream and made sounds she never knew she could make but it all didn’t matter. Mira had tasted the first hints of earthly pleasures and she knew she wanted more.

  Her body relaxed slowly just as Doran was reaching his peak. Driven by the girl’s delicious orgasm, his thrusts had become more fervent until he suddenly pulled out of her and grabbed his cock. Thick white strings of cum flew on her flat stomach, mixing with the droplets of their combined sweat. He roared, each muscle tense. Doran was an impressive sight to behold and Mira studied him meekly as she was being covered with his seed.

  What a mighty man, she thought as the last droplets fell on her olive skin.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  They had spent several hours in each other’s arms on Doran’s bed. Mira had drifted asleep soon after he took her in his arms and slept soundly, completely at ease against his strong body. When she had finally stirred, she was reluctant to open her eyes for fear that it had all been a dream. Earlier in the day, when it became clear that she would be the one offered to Doran she had experienced true fear and devastation. Now, she could imagine nothing better than to stay by his side, cradled and kept in his protective embrace.

  Later, she had cleaned his wounds and dressed the ones that had ripped as a result of their passionate exchange. She used her lightest of touch, not wishing any harm on the man that had taken her so completely. He had been awarded her virginity for a deed that was both great and horrifying and she couldn’t be more thankful that it was he who she had been given to. It almost pained her to think that many Romans saw him as a dreadful beast that had angered the Gods.

  When it came time to leave, he had kissed her deeply. She pressed herself against his wide body and clung to him, wishing to never leave his side. Yet she knew that she had to go before it was time to start work around the villa. Some things could not be argued with, even if every fiber of one’s being desired something different. They embraced and he opened the door for her, the fire now down to a few scant embers and the hallways almost completely dark. Mira smiled as she stepped out, meeting his gaze one last time.

  “I will see you soon,” he said, his voice deep and rich. Her breath caught in her chest as he said those words and closed the door behind her, the first words he had uttered to her.

  Mira’s heart sang as she almost ran through the hallways and towards the guard station. She skipped up the long winding stairs that led to the courtyard and the main rooms, feeling light and without worries. Mira was sore and needed hours more of sleep, but it all seemed so unimportant next to the experience she had just had.

  As she pushed open the heavy door separating her from the courtyard, she had to cover her eyes with her hand. Bright sunlight flooded the stairwell and the girl stepped out and into a calm, beautiful morning. The sun was already crawling high and brighter than she had seen in a long time. Not a single cloud hung in the sky. She stood in place, dumbfounded for a moment before she grinned wide.

  The Gods must truly bless our union.

  GIVEN TO THE GLADIATOR: TAKEN BY THE ROMANS

  HISTORICAL INTERRACIAL EROTICA

  BY

  CIRCE RIDLEY

  CHAPTER ONE

  The sun was shining high up in the sky and the weather was perfect. There was a slight breeze blowing across the lush, fertile lands and birds were singing a merry summery tune. The locals couldn’t remember when they had last seen weather this good. In fact, it had been so mild and pleasant for such a long time now, that it could not be a mere coincidence. No, the council of elders, or the senate had had long, arduous discussions over this. They had consulted far seers, wise men and the temple keepers, it all pointed in one direction. The Gods must have decided to look favorably upon the outcome of the last munera, which had caused quite an uproar at the time.

  A few months ago, the city of Alexandria had held a grand spectacle, gladiator tournaments that lasted for more than two weeks. All manner of dastardly things had taken place in the heat of battle. Some results were lauded and expected, while the others came as shock not only to the losing men on the field, but to the entire populace and the lanistas who owned the men. In the world of gladiators and the houses that dealt with training the men for battle, the ludi, there were certain expectations that were rarely altered.

  Chosen men lived and died by their sword or mallet, but almost never too early or against a subpar foe. No, these events were planned with the utmost care and if the outcome of a match did not adhere with the expected, then there was usually either foul play at hand or the Gods were playing tricks on the organizers. After the very last battle of the very last match of the games, the formerly rather unknown lanista Gaius Julius, of ludus Julianicus, had found himself quite unexpectedly shoved into the limelight. It was a position he took hesitantly at first, but it seemed to have grown on him exponentially.

  One of his men, a gladiator named Doran, had been pitted against one of the greatest men in Rome. He was Sennicus, a mighty fighter and a feared warrior in every corner of the land. His fight had been the crown jewel of the games, the beastly man expected to mow down three rivals all at once. Instead, something quite different had happened. Sennicus had overpowered two of his unworthy adversaries with ease, bashing their skulls and ripping them from nose to gut, but his third opponent had proven himself to be a man of worth. Doran had stood opposed to the beloved gladiator, he himself having won a few fights in his days, but being of little importance and having been sent to be mere meat for the grinder. He would have none of it.

  With a fair bit of luck and determination, he had opposed the large lug of a man, and defeated him in heated battle
. The cheering crowds had fallen completely silent and fled the arena, the esteemed patron, the senator, having been the first off the grounds. It had not been the sacrifice that they had meant for the Gods, not at all the great show of appreciation and respect. Doran had been ushered away into a small cell and Alexandria had been in a buzz for days after the shocking events. Finally, after weeks of welcome sunshine and a lack of any notable plague or pestilence falling upon them, the town had agreed that perhaps it had been exactly as the Gods had wished it.

  From there on, Doran and of course Gaius Julius, had been popular men in Alexandria. The latter took to it with glee and eagerness, doors opening for him that would have otherwise been closed for him until an unforeseen fortune landed on his lap. The former, however, did not enjoy the sudden interest in his personal being at all. The people called him the Bringer of Sun for the good fortune his deeds had brought upon Alexandria. Doran seemed would have preferred just being left to his lonesome, with the slight exception of a certain dark-haired maiden that had stolen his heart.