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Dragon's Tale 51
🕑 Added 2021-08-14 08:59:29 +0000 UTCTwo beauties, a redhead and a blonde, on either side of me, watching me face-fuck a sexy brunette merciless while a number of other women watched us, their self-pleasuring activities getting even more intense under my animalistic magnetism, assisted by my aura.
However, even with the pleasure, I hadn’t forgotten one important detail. I was still a slave in their eyes. An expensive, attractive slave with more initiative than might have expected, but a slave nonetheless. I could only push the situation because of the perverted shine in Olivia’s eyes, who was the heiress of a Patrician house.
So, I made sure to keep my gaze mostly on Olivia even when some of the onlookers started to shed their clothes —not that their silk dresses covered a lot in the first place— and started sharing kisses and touches, creating an enticing sight.
Not to mention, it was her who I needed to entertain to get an opportunity to sneak into the library to get a better idea about what was going on with my body. It was getting more difficult to suppress the scales of my arms with each passing day, and whenever I let it grow, it covered more distance. Luckily, the daily increase wasn’t significant.
Unless something changed, my remaining time until something irreversible happens wasn’t measured in weeks, but certainly wasn’t measured in years as well —or I wouldn’t have taken the risk of being a slave, which, even with my powers, was a dicey issue.
Even as I was considering the next steps, my hands still grabbing Cera’s beautiful head, pressing down to violate her throat thoroughly, her gags and gasps mixing with the moans of the onlookers, creating a beautiful musical tapestry. With that combination, I soon exploded into her mouth.
However, with my endurance, it was not an end, but just a beginning. I was already getting hard once more when I pulled out of her mouth, my shaft was already getting harder once more. I looked directly into Olivia’s eyes, trying to understand what she wanted.
“This is getting too ridiculous, Olivia, we need to stop it,” her blonde friend started, but she stayed in her seat despite our proximity even when I stopped holding her waist. The sight of a growing lesbian orgy around us meant that leaving her seat wouldn’t significantly improve her situation.
“She’s a bit of a prude, isn’t she?” I commented mockingly, taking a slight risk, but Olivia’s giggle proved it wasn’t a miss. I decided to push my luck. “Do you want me to solve that?” I asked Olivia even as I put my hand on her thigh, squeezing gently.
“You can’t touch me!” exclaimed the blonde immediately, panicked.
Olivia sighed, clearly unhappy with her friend not joining the fun. “I would have liked to, but if she doesn’t want you touching her…”
“Not a problem,” I said even as I grabbed Cera’s hair once more and pushed, this time pushing her head under the dress of the blonde. “Lick,” I ordered, making her use her tongue and lips to tease the blonde.
Lips that were still stained with my cum.
The blonde’s eyes widened in shock at the sudden change, but Olivia spoke before her. “You can’t complain now, can you, Atia,” Olivia said, followed by gleeful laughter, even reaching over me to grab her shoulder when Atia tried to stand up.
With her knees still on the other side, it was difficult for Olivia to actually put proper pressure on the shoulder of her friend, so I decided to help her, while also testing her limits. “Let me assist,” I said even as I grabbed her waist, easily lifting her as I pulled her closer to my naked chest, her hips passing close to my lap.
Unfortunately, under my fingers, I felt her body tense, meaning she wasn’t willing to do that, so without ever stopping her, I continued to move her, and dropped her on Atia’s other side.
Luckily, even with Olivia unwilling to push more, and with Cera and Atia occupied, I still had a lot of entertainment around the room.
“You, come here,” I said as I pointed at another brunette that was currently being licked by a blonde, her amazing curves setting her off in a room where most nobles had predominantly lithe bodies. It was a daring move as I distinctly remembered she was married, her husband one of the boys I had drunk under the table earlier.
“M-me,” she stammered, her eyes wide as the excitement of the proposition hit her, along with the risks. Fidelity was not a particularly hard-defended concept in Rome, but there was a huge distinction between having an illicit affair behind closed doors, away from everyone, and having one with a slave in the middle of a crowded room filled with her noble peers while her husband lay just several feet away, unconscious.
“Yes, you,” I said, growling intimidatingly to lean even harder on my barbarian disguise, and she jumped up to her feet, her bountiful assets jiggling. It was ironic, I, a temporary slave, could order a gaggle of noble ladies to serve my needs, while a slightly mistimed flirting from their male peers would have caused a feud.
Seeing that my new target made absolutely no mode, I stood up —after glancing carefully at Olivia to make sure she was not scandalized by the sudden increase of my aggressiveness— and walked toward her, while other onlookers shivered in excitement.
“Y-you dare, with my husband here,” the busty brunette gasped even as her blonde friend pulled back, but the way her legs stayed wide open suggested that with her mind addled with pleasure, she might not be as against to the idea as her words suggested.
“Your husband isn’t as scary as a Chimera,” I said with a dismissive laugh even as I took a step forward, hovering over her as she got a perfect view of my glistening cock. She didn’t answer as I crouched down to occupy the delicious position between her legs. But I didn’t plunge immediately, stretching the moment. Not to give her a chance to pull back, as her expression told me that it was the last thing she wanted, but to let all the other ladies properly appreciate what I was about to do…
As I put my hands on her waist, the other women watched me with rapt attention, some scandalized, some aroused. The only exceptions were Cera, still buried between Atia’s legs, and Atia, too deep in the unfamiliar waters of pleasure to actually pay attention to everyone else.
Since the attention was on me, I decided to push the situation even more. “Are you ready for the first proper fucking of your life, you big-titted whore,” I said as I slapped her breast, hard enough to leave a mark as it jiggled.
She said nothing, but her moan conveyed her feelings perfectly, not to mention her legs, widening even further. I pressed the crown of my cock against her entrance, letting her horny anticipation build up. Meanwhile, I slid my hands down to her hips, squeezing hard enough to leave a mark of my ownership on her plump yet firm flesh.
The anticipatory silence in her room was intense. Fucking Cera was one thing. She was clearly at the bottom of the totem pole in the political hierarchy, and her unmarried status limited the implications quite a bit. The same clearly didn’t apply to the married whore in front of me.
I could have played around to exert my dominance a while more as the busty bitch in front of me started to get desperate, but considering the number of sexy ladies around, some clearly receptive to the idea of having their turn after seeing their second peer about to go through the same process.
After all, it couldn’t be a scandal if everyone participated.
I tightened my grip around her hips and pushed deeper, until my full length was snugly inside her, ignoring her desperate moans begging for me to go slower. I put my hands on her shoulder as I started moving my hips, the repeated slams exploding beautifully on her skin, the sound cutting through the erotic tension that filled the room, her cries filling the empty space.
I could have just impaled her in the same position until she turned into a slobbering mess, overwhelmed by the pressure, but there was one important thing. I was giving a show, and such a show deserved proper audience participation. So, I suddenly leaned down enough for our chests to press together, grabbed her ass tightly, and stood up with my shaft still firmly lodged in her entrance.
She wrapped her legs around my body in shock reflexively even as I started walking around, leading her performance like a taskmaster. I forced her to raise her hips, only to pull her down even harder, making her eyes roll back as the pleasure hit her like a rabid monster while my cock invaded depths that were clearly never touched by her limp-dicked husband.
As I walked around the room while fucking her, giving every single onlooker an amazing view of what was going on, it was like I was the owner, and they were my slaves. My plump companion didn’t seem to care that fact as her moans continued to explode. Soon, her legs tightened around even further as she used the leverage to add an extra push to her movement, moving higher to slam even harder, possessed by pleasure.
Since the rest were more than happy with the show, I decided to push things even further. While passing next to a beauty that was currently on her feet, I grabbed her hair without even bothering to ask, and slammed my lips against hers, my tongue ravaging her mouth mercilessly.
She was dazed at first, but her daze didn’t take long to morph into a moan as I slipped three fingers inside her wet lips, pumping furiously. I didn’t keep that part long, wanting to leave her halfway, curious whether she would show any initiative after I finished with my plump beauty.
As I started walking once more, she moaned with desperation, forcing her to sink even deeper, my cock knocking at her womb repeatedly like a ram, unaware that this time I had another destination.
“Look who’s there,” I said even as I let her lay on the floor while continuing to tease her. I was planning to tease her with the unconscious presence of her husband, but unfortunately, all that earned was a disinterested gaze to the side before she turned to face me, her hips dancing with an arousing dance.
It was the price of success, I thought with amusement. She was too far gone in pleasure to make that teasing have any effect, however minimal. Since it was like that, I decided not to tell back once more, filling her insides with my seed after making sure she wouldn’t get pregnant…
As much as I was tempted to leave my mark in a high and mighty noble family, I didn’t want to leave bastards around. From experience, I knew just how difficult that life might be. However, rather than focus on such dark thoughts, I focused on the way my cock was throbbing and twitching, filling her insides to the brim.
I pulled out a while later, leaving the plump brunette collapsed on the floor, next to her husband, cum flowing down her thighs…
Then, I turned around, looking for my next target in a room full of noble beauties, each more enthusiastic than to last to get a taste of my barbarian cock…
Comments
Pedro Sousa
Umu~ More Roman decadence wouldn’t hurt.
Dirk Grey
Also, quick question. What would you guys prefer, should I extend the orgy for a few more chapters to display some proper Roman decadence, or fade the black in a more plot-focused manner.
