Slave Girl 2: Chapter 53 (Patreon)

Staying to the road the moonlight is enough for Aristocles and I to make our way.  All was cool and quiet with just the whisper of a soft breeze through the fields or ripe grain to sing our way home.  When I spot my forest my pace picks up and soon we are turning off the road.

“I heard Paullus’ place was nice.”  Aristocles says as we break into the front clearing.  “I heard right I see.  You are a fortunate man Quin.”

“That I am.”

Aristocles nearly leaps into my arms as eerie screech splits the night.  “Gods save us!”

“It’s just a fox.”  I chuckle.  “Danae must be hunting.  You need to get out of the city more.”

Just then one of the shuttered windows open.  It was the room in the slave quarters that Colly had chosen.  I am surprised and pleased to see the warm glow of lantern light still burning despite the late hour.  The ladies had waited up for us.  My heart soars as I see a horned silhouette step up to be framed by the window.

“Master?”

“It’s us.”  I say.  “Aristocles came as well.”

Closing her eyes she lets out relieved sigh, her shoulders visibly relaxing.  “Oh thank the gods.”

“Mathter?”  I hear Collywaddle ask as her wide head pops into view for a second as she hops to look over the window’s edge.

“I’m here dumpling!”  Aristocles cool facade cracks as he grins from ear to ear.  “Your Master’s come for you!”

“Mathter!”

“I couldn’t sleep without you sugar pie.”

I laugh.  And he called me a romantic.

The girls hurry to the front door to let us in and in a flash we are paired off.  As I rush into my Lady’s waiting arms Aristocles falls to his knees and welcomes Colly into his arms.

“Oh Thir.”  Colly says happily as she peppers wet kisses all over his smiling face.  “We were tho worried!”

“We’re lucky to be alive.”  Aristocles says.  “We barely made it, and the battle left its mark.”

“Battle?”  Rosa looks up at me worriedly, her fingers finding my cheek to begin feeling around.

I take her delicate hand and kiss her soft palm.  “There was a fight.  It all turned out okay.”

Lifting his chin Aristocles shows Colly his throat.  “He got me here.  Almost choked me to death!”

“Ohhhh Mathter!”  Colly hugs him tight and kisses his neck.

“Death?”  Rosa says, concern rising.

“He exaggerates.”

“There was six of them.  Tough men they were too.  Hardened criminals.”  Aristocles says, undermining my reassurances to Rosa.  While I was trying to soothe worries he was trying to elicit sympathy.  “You should have seen poor Max’s face.  All scratched up.”

“Ohhh, poor Maxy.”  Colly says.  “You’re tho brave Mathter.”

“You should have seen me Colly.  I stood up to those men and said ‘No more!  This is our city!’”  He says in a much more grandiose way than how it actually happened.  “I looked their leader right in the eyes and said ‘If you got a problem with Goblins, then you got a problem with me!’.  That’s when I let him have it.”

“Ooo Mathter!  Tho brave!”

He grins.  “I took the biggest one of course.  Bigger even than Quin.”  A total fabrication as his opponent was actually the smallest.  “But for my puddin dumpling I’d have fought twenty of them.”

“Goodneth Mathter!  For me?”  She burbles happily, wriggling in his arms.  “You’re making my puthy wet.”

He nuzzles his nose into hers.  He laughs as she giggles.  “I heard that you served Quin.”

“Oh yeth Mathter.”  She titters.

“And?”

“Oh thir. He wath tho good and tho much bigg…”

“Ahem!”  Having heard enough I take my leave from the kinky couple.  “I’ve got an early morning ahead of me.  Good night you two.”

“Good night Quin.”  Aristocles says.  “Good to meet you Rosa.”

“And you.”

Colly breaks from her Master to come take my hand and give it a grip.  Looking up at me she says.  “Thank you Thir.  I won’t forget thith.”

I smile and pat her head.  I take up the lamp that had been set down.  Rosa holding to my body, my arm around her, she guides me deeper into the house.  “Are you hungry Master?”

“No.”  I say.

“Would you like me to bathe you?”

“No.”

“Let’s get you to bed then.”

We make our way through the darkened house with just the small flickering flame of the lamp to light my way.  Rosa didn’t even need that and navigates the route with ease.  She takes me into our private sanctum where she ruled her obedient boy unopposed.  The moment we cross the threshold I was Master no more.  She leads me to our bed where she has me place the lamp on a bedside table and stand tall.  From her pocket she pulls another string and bead like I wore when I bedded Collywaddle and has me bow so that she could tie it around my neck.  Without a word she stands me up and begins to undress me.

“You didn’t need to wait up.”  I whisper.

She smiles and strokes my chest.  “You know that I did.”  Removing my belt she lets it snake to the floor by my feet.  “You fought?”

“Yes.”  I say.  “Things got bad pretty quick.  It was my hot blood, again.  I didn’t even try to talk.”

“Mmm.”  She has me bend over so that she could slide my tunic up over my arms and head.

“You were right.”  I say as I stand straight again.  “I acted like I am invincible.  I was cocky and stupid.  People could have gotten hurt.”

“You are a strong man still discovering yourself.”  She says, kneeling in front of me.  Taking my left foot she places it on her thigh and begins to remove it.  “You are finding your place in the heirarchy of men.  Do not feel bad my love.”

“I was humbled tonight.”  I say.  “And I almost learned my lesson the hard way.  The man I fought, he was…different.”

“Oh?”  She removes my one sandal and moves to the other.

“He wasn’t just fighting.  He didn’t simply try to overpower me or injure me.”  I say.  “He was incredible.  Every motion had an purpose.  No movement wasted.  Everything in control.  There was an end he was pursuing with his strikes and his grappling.  He was smaller than me but he directed his strength in ways that could overcome my advantage.”  I put my foot back on the floor as the other sandal comes off.  “He lifted me from the earth and threw me down again as if I were a babe.  Had the town guard not arrived I don’t think I would have won that fight Rosa.”

“I am glad they did then.”

“He was a gladiator once.  From the North though his style Greek.  He called his fighting pankration.”

“I’ve heard of it.”  Rosa rises to untie the bind and remove my breeches.  “You sound interested.”

“A bit.  Just…I’d never seen anything like it.  Although he was a slave he carried himself with such…confidence.”

“Mmm.”  My underbreeches are pulled away leaving me standing naked before her.

Just then there comes a bellowing orgasmic groan followed by a cry from a far off room within the villa.  “OHHH MATHTERRR!!!”

We share a chuckle.  “They didn’t waste any time.”  Rosa quips.

“Those two were made for each other.”

“Yes they were.”  She smiles.  Holding her arms out to her sides she says.  “Undress me my boy.”

“Yes my Lady!”

“And tell me everything.”

“Yes my Lady.”

I remove the belt from her curved hips and start on the account of what actually happened in Grumentum that night.  As I remove her shawl from her slender shoulders I tell her about arriving and talking to Amadeus.  As I loosen her dress from her lithe body I recount the conversation Aristocles and I had.  I remove the dress from her petite frame, her shapely body in the dancing light of the small flame was every bit as elegant without clothes as with.  Carefully I take her luxurious hair in a bundle and lay it down her smooth back.

“Touch me.”

“Yes my Lady.”

Standing close behind her I run my hands down her front, the palms caressing over her small breasts and down her stomach.  In these big hands, these hard working man’s hands so capable of inflicting pain, her lean limbs and elegant neck and nubile body felt so soft and precious and fragile.  Bending down I kiss the side of her neck and whisper.  “I love you.”

“Mmm.”  Taking my arms she wraps them around her graceful figure and listens to the rest.

I tell her of meeting Max and Cal and how much I liked them.  I tell her of the figurine my uncle had commissioned.  And, of course, I tell her about the series of events that followed from the arrival of Pero and his gang concluding in their arrest.

“It seems not all city folk are corrupt after all.”

“Seems so.”  Turning around in my arms, her big cock semi-aroused as it brushes across my thighs, she take my hands in hers and whispers.  “Show me where it hurts.”

I bring her soft hands to my side just below my shoulder where the northman had thrown me to the stones.  She feels the area with gentle hands then lets out a quiet sigh.  The cooling magic of the bead crawls across my skin from my neck over my pec and through my armpit to arrive at the space beneath her hands.  A soothing cool seeps into the bruised flesh and oh so tenderly my Lady massages.

“Ohhh.”  I sigh.

“How are you Quin?  The truth.”

“I was reckless Rosa, just like I promised I wouldn’t be.  The plan was foolhardy and I…”

“No my love.”  She shakes her head.  “How do you feel?”

“I feel…good.”  I whisper.  “It felt good to stand up to those men.  It felt good to help someone.  It felt good to fight for something.  My body is sore but my heart feels…at peace.”  I say.  “I think I did the right thing.  I think…I think my father would have been proud of me today.”

“I think so too.”  She kisses my arm as she continues to work the sore flesh.  “I have a promise to keep to you my boy.”

“Yesss my Lady.”

“The hour is late, but I keep my promises.”

I smile, but bum clenches excitedly.  “Yes my Lady.”

“You are up for it?”  She asks with a nip at my shoulder.  “I shall make it brutal and swift.”

“Ohhhh!”  I swoon in her arms.  Despite the long, stressful day and the shrinking window for slumber I was MORE than ready.  “Yes my Lady.”

She releases the magic and hugs me once, hard.  A hug into which she pours all of her relief and joy at having me back.  With a kiss to my chest she looks up with a trouble-making smirk.  “So you like to wrestle, huh?”

“Wrestle?”

“Pankration, eh?”  She steps back and bares her fangs.  She grabs my forearms and takes a firm grip.  “Let’s see how you fare against me big boy.”

I grin.  Lowering my weight into a stance I grip her arms as she had mine and ready myself for another battle.  One which I was sure to lose.  Against this foe I had no defense.

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