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The Time Riders: Part 10
The Time Riders: Part 10
Egyptian Acheology, In Real Time.
Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that
she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't
come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her.
"Silly," she giggled, still
smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is
scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the
personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess."
Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the
linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She
looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt
to cover her nudity.
"You're a slave," she remarked, noting his
attire. "What compelled you to hide in my room?"
What was the point in lying?
"I was hoping to fuck a Vestal," he
confessed, shrugging and turning his palms to her in a gesture of honesty.
"That's the simple truth."
She raised an eyebrow. "That's brazen of you. You
know we're all virgins on purpose, right? We took a sacred vow."
Mark shrugged again. "Everyone has needs and urges,
even sacred virgins."
Aemelia giggled. "I suppose that's true. But why
would; excuse me, I don't know your name, slave."
"Bonosus."
"Well, then, Bonosus," she intoned, setting
her arm on the edge of the basin and then resting her head against two fingers
while she observed him, more than a little intrigued. "What makes you
think a sacred virgin of mighty Rome would want to fuck a slave, if she were
indeed subject to such base desires as you describe?"
"Well, you wouldn't need to take a vow if you
weren't subject to them, would you?" he reasoned. "And as to
why;”
He slowly slipped off his ragged tunic, leaving him naked.
Aemelia's eyes widened slightly as his cock came into view.
"Woof," she muttered to herself as she
fixated on his limp cock. "Your father, is he Bacchus, or a satyr?
Because only a god or a creature of sin should be lavished with a prong like
that."
"Interested?" he asked, smirking back at
her. "Because if you're not, maybe Marcia or Licinia would be willing
to make use of me if you're not’
"Hold on, now," the blonde interrupted in a
quiet but calm voice, holding up her hand. "I didn't say that. All I
asked was what you had to offer that a sacred virgin would be willing to
compromise her vows for. And that thing makes up for a lot of sacred vows;”
She rose slowly, the water cascading down her body. Not
surprisingly, as a sacred virgin, her cunt was unshaved, but her wet hairs were
rather light and sparse, the same color as her honey hair.
"Um, you're eighteen, right?" Mark asked,
wondering for a moment.
Aemelia gave him a wry look, her hands moving up to her
tits. "I am. A little more, in fact. Is that a problem? Am I too old
for you to want to fuck me?"
"No, I'm perfectly okay with you being eighteen,"
he assured her. "Kinda counting on it, in fact."
"Well, that is good to hear," she said,
allowing her hands to fall away from her tits and exposing herself again. She
seemed strangely shameless, which was no doubt quite a trick to hide in these
environs. "It'd be one thing for me to reject you, but it would be
unthinkable for me to be rejected by a mere slave. And if you were indeed
intent on someone younger, I would have to summon Lucia or Domi’
"Nope, I'm intent on you, if you're willing,"
Mark said firmly, smiling as she watched his cock swelling slowly. He wasn't
getting hard, but he was getting aroused, and it had the desired effect on his
potential partner. Aemelia bit her lip as she watched his cock grow.
"Normally, I just pleasure myself in the bathing
basin, since it is easy to hide," she said as she stepped out of the
water and walked over toward the linens he was standing in front of, drawing
close to him and smiling rather saucily. "But to be fucked in the
bathing basin would create too much noise, I fear. No, base slave, if you
intend to have your way with me, it must be quick and dirty, and allow me to
conceal any evidence after. You do not want to know what happens to a sacred
virgin who has broken her vows of chastity."
"I can only imagine," Mark said as he took
one of the linens hanging on a peg and knelt down on one knee, beginning to dry
her off. She seemed amused by his attentiveness, and put one foot on his thigh,
allowing him to continue. "So, what, I should probably fuck you
somewhere in here, since it's farthest from the door and least chance to be
heard, right?"
Aemelia nodded and pointed at the bed. "But you
cannot have me on my bed either, slave, as there will be evidence of my
activities. No, I fear you will simply have to push me up against a wall and
fuck me, like a common whore."
"Probably all we have time for," he pointed
out, leering as he stood, towering over her and pulling her body to his and
beginning to fondle her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he groped her tit
and ran his other hand down her back to caress her ass.
"Uh, my first man," she whispered, not at
all flinching from his touch. If anything, she parted her legs slightly, which
she reached down to stroke his hardening cock with one hand. "Not only
breaking my vows to my goddess, but the sheer indignity of losing my chastity
to a lowly slave;”
He could tell she was getting really turned on. His hand
found her cunt and he slipped two fingers inside, making Aemelia moan. She was
already very wet, and he couldn't find a hymen, so he would have no problem
fucking her.
"You are feeling around; for my chastity,"
she breathed, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him while he fingered
her. "It was broken many years ago, while I was riding atop of a horse
to a ceremony. It was determined to be an accident, and not a symbol of the
goddess' disfavor, so I was permitted to continue serving her. Now, my chaste
cunt will serve you, slave. You may fuck me. But first;”
She pulled away from him and went over to the far wall, then
took hold of a small wooden peg and tapped on the wall three times in a certain
rhythm, then three more. She put the peg down and then walked back to him, her
eyes glinting with excitement.
"You may fuck me against the wall right there,
slave;” she whispered breathily, clearly getting eager. She stopped in front
of him and waited for something. Then he heard three faint taps in a certain
rhythm, which seemed to come from the wall she'd just tapped on. Without any
further hesitation, she led him over to the wall she'd indicated and bent
forward, exposing her ass to him while steadying herself against the wall.
Mark didn't wait, but simply placed his hands on her ass
cheeks while standing behind her. He teased his hard cock against her wet twat
before sliding the head inside. He felt her stiffen, her back arching, and then
she was murmuring to herself.
"I am disgraced; I am disgraced;”
Mark smiled evilly and pushed deep inside her with one long,
slow stroke. Aemelia shuddered and choked, fighting the urge to cry out as he
violated her. She hissed as he bottomed out in her, pushing back on her hands
to take him in further. She was silent now, just trembling as she felt his cock
pinning her to him. Mark then began to stroke back and forth slowly, letting
her adjust to the sensation. She was indeed tight, and he was inclined to
believe her claim that she was still a virgin, even if she had no hymen.
"Bonosus;” she said in a quiet voice somewhere
between a gasp and a whisper. She pushed back against him again, starting to
grind her ass in circles, reveling in the sensation of a man deep inside her,
committing such an extreme blasphemy against Mother Rome.
The two were thinking the same thing: Fuck Mother Rome.
Mark started moving faster, knowing they didn't have a lot
of time. His hips began smacking against her ass, and he watched as his cock
glistened, sliding back and forth in her slippery cunt.
"Uh, less noise, less noise!" she rasped,
waving almost frantically with one hand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do
you want us to both be executed?"
Mark kept pumping back and forth strongly, but refrained
from slamming against her. He was still more than deep enough to send her into
convulsions, though, and the priestess hissed lustily, looking back at him with
glazed hazel eyes.
"Make me cum," she panted, working herself
against him rather inexpertly, but with amazing enthusiasm. "Disgrace
my body, my temple, with your cum, slave!"
Mark moved faster, and felt her cunt rippling and
contracting around him greedily, indicating she was not far off from orgasm.
His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her and she bit her knuckle
and keened. Covered in sweat, her arm flashed out to the side, pointing at the
linens hanging next to them.
"A linen!" she gasped, her breath catching
in her throat. "Give me a linen before I scream!"
Mark reached out and grabbed one of the long linen swaths
off a peg and handed it to Aemelia, who hastily shoved as much as she could
into her mouth, right before her body contorted and was wracked by orgasm. She
screamed in ecstasy, the linen muffling the otherwise piercing sound
magnificently. Her cunt clutched his cock fiendishly, and Mark stifled a loud
groan as he began to cum deep inside her.
They ground and squirmed against one another heatedly as he
filled her with his pearly essence, and he could feel her cum slathering his
thighs. Finally, she sagged, leaning against the wall to keep herself up while
removing the linen from her mouth so she could breathe heavily. Some moments
later, she eased herself forward, off his throbbing cock, gasping as it popped
out of her. She turned around, leaning back against the wall and pulled Mark to
her, pressing her mouth against his and kissing him deeply. She may have been a
virgin, but she certainly knew how to kiss.
Then again, if it was just her and a few other young women
living here, that was probably to be expected.
"This, slave," she whispered breathily,
looking up into his eyes while she reached down and massaged his sticky, still
oozing cock. "This has now been in the most sacred of cunts, a sacred
temple, defiled by your base desires. Do you know what an honor you've had?"
"I can guess," Mark replied, using his body
to pin her to the wall and pushing back inside her again. Aemelia shuddered and
groaned, going up on her toes and clasping him. "You glad I defiled
your temple?"
"Yes, but we need to get you out of here,"
she managed to say, gently pushing him back so that he fell out of her. She
knelt and kissed his cock while picking up the linen she'd stuffed into her
mouth, and cleaned him off with it. She then hurried over to the pegs on
another wall and slipped on a simple white robe, tying it shut. She was
flushed, but obviously jubilant. She helped him get back into his slave tunic.
"Well, I can strike that off my bucket list," Mark
mused to himself in English, smirking.
"What did you say?" Aemelia asked, looking
up at him as she tied the cord around his waist.
"Oh, I was just thinking that at least I can count
on you to not brag about this," he said somewhat hastily. "Probably
not many people you wanna tell."
"True, there's really only Licinia and Marcia I
would tell, because they are like-minded to myself. I would tell Domitia, since
I suspect she has at least as licentious a heart as any of us, but dare not,
because she is impulsive, and not prone to subtlety."
"No shit;” Mark muttered as she finished helping him
dress. "So now what? How do we get me out of here?"
"There's a secret passage you can use at the end of
this hallway. It'll take you down to the basement level again, and out though a
garden. Be vigilant, but you should be safe. Take a sack of supplies out into
the streets, so that it looks like you're on an errand. It'll help you avoid
scrutiny."
She led him through her apartment and opened the door to
poke her head out into the hall, looking both ways. She then took his hand and
pulled him out, hurrying down to the end of the hall and then pointing at a
large plaster lavabo that dominated the wall. He used his fingers to pry it
open like a door, which led into a dark stairwell.
He was about to step into the stairwell when she took him by
the hem of his tunic and pulled him back to her, kissing him deeply and
passionately for several seconds before pushing him back through the aperture
and then closing the door behind him.
Aemelia leaned back against the ornate plaster lavabo and
sighed, looking at the ceiling. She laid and hand on her tit, stood up,
straightened her robe out, and then walked down the hall, attempting to look
dignified. Thankfully, servants and the priestess' minders rarely came to this
floor except at designated hours. She stopped in front of the door of the
apartment next to hers, which had a plaque that red 'Licinia' and rapped on the
door softly.
The door opened and she was pulled inside by her wrist. The
door had barely closed before she and another, younger priestess were kissing
one another feverishly, hands wandering over each other's bodies.
"Thank you for letting me watch," Licinia
murmured as her tongue tangled with Aemelia's. "I am so jealous that
you got to fuck first, even if it was just a slave. But what a cock he had on
him."
"I know, and it was everything we had hoped it would
be, sister," Aemelia breathed, breaking the kiss and pulling her
sister-priestess' bedchamber robe off. "If only it could have lasted longer.
But for now;”
She shed her own robe and leaned back against the wall,
tilting her hips forward and using two fingers to spread her thick cuntlips
wide. "You need to suck his cum out of my cunt while you can;”
Mark's back was getting slightly sore from carting around
sacks in order to get places without being stopped and questioned. He humped
several cords of wood into the rear entrance of the Trajan Baths, sighing
heavily as he dumped them down near other piles meant to heat the pools, and
then went in search of Becky and Nanu.
He heard them before he saw them, not surprisingly; he
followed the telltale noises toward a smaller, more private bath chamber away
from the main rooms. He paused in the door of the room, grinning and leaning
against the entranceway while he just watched.
In the shallow water, Becky and Nanu were sitting facing
into one another, legs scissored and pussies pressed together. They panted and
moaned as they slithered and ground against each other, resting back on one
hand in the cool water, and gripping each other's arms with the second.
They strained against one another, backs arching and their
behinds out of the water, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. They both
keened loudly before the dam broke. Sighing and moaning shamelessly, they
squirmed and writhed, bathing each other's cunt in frothy cum. They girl-fucked
one another hard, cumming for a long period before finally relaxing and
settling into a squishy embrace, tits and pussies pressed together as they
kissed lovingly.
Mark finally came into the room, noticing that two young
attendants were waiting in corners, linens ready. He shed his tunic and stepped
down into the shallow pool, joining them. Becky broke the kiss to smile at him
lewdly.
"Well, hey, handsome," she purred, reaching over
to stroke his cock, noticing it was recently used. "What did you get up to
while Nanu and I were enjoying ourselves?"
He was kneeling next to them, rotating his neck.
"Might've used our loop to get revenge on the city for trying to kill me
next week," he mentioned. "Found a certain temple, might've fucked a
priestess;”
Becky shook her head. "I swear, you're terrible at time
theory, unless it involves doing something heinous, Mark. You are a
menace."
"Yeah, but you love it," he pointed out, grinning
and reaching into caress one of her tits, his other hand fondling Nanu's.
"Admit it."
"I admit to nothing, young man," she purred,
loving how his hand felt on her while she continued to stroke his cock.
"Nanu asked if we could visit her family, see if they're okay. She hasn't
seen them for a decade now."
"I'm all right with that," Mark answered,
shrugging. "We should give 'em money, too, improve their lot in life.
Sounds like Egyptian peasants in the Roman era don't have a lot goin' for
'em."
Becky smiled slyly. "Now that you mention it;”
Akhmim, in a corner of the former Lower Kingdom.
It was the time of year where the mighty Iteru was to
have overflowed its banks and then receded, leaving the land gloriously fertile,
and ready for the people to grow their crops and sell their goods to the
merchants in the cities. But this year, the great god Hap'i had withheld his
bounty, and the river had barely breached its banks. The land was dry, and
crops scarce. People had been bringing muddy water from the edges of the river
in buckets in a desperate attempt to fertilize their fields.
Kiya sighed glumly as she tilled a shallow trench in the
woefully dry soil on their farm. A wind blew across the field, and she was
depressed to see that it carried reddish dust with it. She was the youngest
remaining child, and she did the least skilled work as a result. She despaired
of ever being married, since her parents could not afford to lose her.
Years ago, they had sold their youngest daughter, in the
hopes of getting enough money to improve the farm, with new tools and maybe
some irrigation equipment, but they'd been had, and the materials and tools
they'd bought were junk. It had cost them all the money they'd made in selling
their child, and now they had less than ever. They barely subsisted even in the
bountiful years, and during droughts like this, it could be deadly. Other farms
were empty, due to death or abandonment.
She stopped for a moment and leaned on the rickety hoe she was
using, squeezing her eyes shut and stifling a sob. She missed her little
sister. Yes, Nanu had only been a year younger than her, but she'd been a joy
in Kiya's young life, and they were very close to one another. Kiya loved
little Nanu, and then one day, she was gone.
As she opened her eyes and looked out over the dusty field
at the long, thin rows of trenches, she wondered if Hap'i was punishing them
for selling her little sister. Kiya wouldn't have blamed the god; she
remembered being angry too, and she hadn't talked to her parents for days. Her
older siblings, especially Aneksi and Joba, her eldest sister and brother, had
loudly declared that it was a good thing to do, since it was one less mouth to
feed, and Nanu had been useless for chores anyway.
She was six years old when we sold her! Kiya thought
angrily to herself as she glared at the barren field. What did you think she
was going to be able to do?
She heard a horn call and looked down at the distant river
dully; she could see an ornate boat sailing downstream, being punted by
dark-skinned Nubian slaves, the huffer standing at the bow waving for less
important ships to move aside.
Nobles, she grumbled to herself sourly. Probably
on their way to Memphis to eat splendid food, and meet with their Roman
friends.
Splendid food. She'd almost forgotten what anything other
than bread or little bits of fish tasted like. And the drought made even bread
scarce, while fish were dangerous to try to catch, because of the hippos and
crocodiles that crowded the river. In years like this, the crocodile demons
were especially aggressive.
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Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that
she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't
come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her.
"Silly," she giggled, still
smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is
scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the
personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess."
Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the
linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She
looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt
to cover her nudity.
"You're a slave," she remarked, noting his
attire. "What compelled you to hide in my room?"
What was the point in lying?
"I was hoping to fuck a Vestal," he
confessed, shrugging and turning his palms to her in a gesture of honesty.
"That's the simple truth."
She raised an eyebrow. "That's brazen of you. You
know we're all virgins on purpose, right? We took a sacred vow."
Mark shrugged again. "Everyone has needs and urges,
even sacred virgins."
Aemelia giggled. "I suppose that's true. But why
would; excuse me, I don't know your name, slave."
"Bonosus."
"Well, then, Bonosus," she intoned, setting
her arm on the edge of the basin and then resting her head against two fingers
while she observed him, more than a little intrigued. "What makes you
think a sacred virgin of mighty Rome would want to fuck a slave, if she were
indeed subject to such base desires as you describe?"
"Well, you wouldn't need to take a vow if you
weren't subject to them, would you?" he reasoned. "And as to
why;”
He slowly slipped off his ragged tunic, leaving him naked.
Aemelia's eyes widened slightly as his cock came into view.
"Woof," she muttered to herself as she
fixated on his limp cock. "Your father, is he Bacchus, or a satyr?
Because only a god or a creature of sin should be lavished with a prong like
that."
"Interested?" he asked, smirking back at
her. "Because if you're not, maybe Marcia or Licinia would be willing
to make use of me if you're not’
"Hold on, now," the blonde interrupted in a
quiet but calm voice, holding up her hand. "I didn't say that. All I
asked was what you had to offer that a sacred virgin would be willing to
compromise her vows for. And that thing makes up for a lot of sacred vows;”
She rose slowly, the water cascading down her body. Not
surprisingly, as a sacred virgin, her cunt was unshaved, but her wet hairs were
rather light and sparse, the same color as her honey hair.
"Um, you're eighteen, right?" Mark asked,
wondering for a moment.
Aemelia gave him a wry look, her hands moving up to her
tits. "I am. A little more, in fact. Is that a problem? Am I too old
for you to want to fuck me?"
"No, I'm perfectly okay with you being eighteen,"
he assured her. "Kinda counting on it, in fact."
"Well, that is good to hear," she said,
allowing her hands to fall away from her tits and exposing herself again. She
seemed strangely shameless, which was no doubt quite a trick to hide in these
environs. "It'd be one thing for me to reject you, but it would be
unthinkable for me to be rejected by a mere slave. And if you were indeed
intent on someone younger, I would have to summon Lucia or Domi’
"Nope, I'm intent on you, if you're willing,"
Mark said firmly, smiling as she watched his cock swelling slowly. He wasn't
getting hard, but he was getting aroused, and it had the desired effect on his
potential partner. Aemelia bit her lip as she watched his cock grow.
"Normally, I just pleasure myself in the bathing
basin, since it is easy to hide," she said as she stepped out of the
water and walked over toward the linens he was standing in front of, drawing
close to him and smiling rather saucily. "But to be fucked in the
bathing basin would create too much noise, I fear. No, base slave, if you
intend to have your way with me, it must be quick and dirty, and allow me to
conceal any evidence after. You do not want to know what happens to a sacred
virgin who has broken her vows of chastity."
"I can only imagine," Mark said as he took
one of the linens hanging on a peg and knelt down on one knee, beginning to dry
her off. She seemed amused by his attentiveness, and put one foot on his thigh,
allowing him to continue. "So, what, I should probably fuck you
somewhere in here, since it's farthest from the door and least chance to be
heard, right?"
Aemelia nodded and pointed at the bed. "But you
cannot have me on my bed either, slave, as there will be evidence of my
activities. No, I fear you will simply have to push me up against a wall and
fuck me, like a common whore."
"Probably all we have time for," he pointed
out, leering as he stood, towering over her and pulling her body to his and
beginning to fondle her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he groped her tit
and ran his other hand down her back to caress her ass.
"Uh, my first man," she whispered, not at
all flinching from his touch. If anything, she parted her legs slightly, which
she reached down to stroke his hardening cock with one hand. "Not only
breaking my vows to my goddess, but the sheer indignity of losing my chastity
to a lowly slave;”
He could tell she was getting really turned on. His hand
found her cunt and he slipped two fingers inside, making Aemelia moan. She was
already very wet, and he couldn't find a hymen, so he would have no problem
fucking her.
"You are feeling around; for my chastity,"
she breathed, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him while he fingered
her. "It was broken many years ago, while I was riding atop of a horse
to a ceremony. It was determined to be an accident, and not a symbol of the
goddess' disfavor, so I was permitted to continue serving her. Now, my chaste
cunt will serve you, slave. You may fuck me. But first;”
She pulled away from him and went over to the far wall, then
took hold of a small wooden peg and tapped on the wall three times in a certain
rhythm, then three more. She put the peg down and then walked back to him, her
eyes glinting with excitement.
"You may fuck me against the wall right there,
slave;” she whispered breathily, clearly getting eager. She stopped in front
of him and waited for something. Then he heard three faint taps in a certain
rhythm, which seemed to come from the wall she'd just tapped on. Without any
further hesitation, she led him over to the wall she'd indicated and bent
forward, exposing her ass to him while steadying herself against the wall.
Mark didn't wait, but simply placed his hands on her ass
cheeks while standing behind her. He teased his hard cock against her wet twat
before sliding the head inside. He felt her stiffen, her back arching, and then
she was murmuring to herself.
"I am disgraced; I am disgraced;”
Mark smiled evilly and pushed deep inside her with one long,
slow stroke. Aemelia shuddered and choked, fighting the urge to cry out as he
violated her. She hissed as he bottomed out in her, pushing back on her hands
to take him in further. She was silent now, just trembling as she felt his cock
pinning her to him. Mark then began to stroke back and forth slowly, letting
her adjust to the sensation. She was indeed tight, and he was inclined to
believe her claim that she was still a virgin, even if she had no hymen.
"Bonosus;” she said in a quiet voice somewhere
between a gasp and a whisper. She pushed back against him again, starting to
grind her ass in circles, reveling in the sensation of a man deep inside her,
committing such an extreme blasphemy against Mother Rome.
The two were thinking the same thing: Fuck Mother Rome.
Mark started moving faster, knowing they didn't have a lot
of time. His hips began smacking against her ass, and he watched as his cock
glistened, sliding back and forth in her slippery cunt.
"Uh, less noise, less noise!" she rasped,
waving almost frantically with one hand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do
you want us to both be executed?"
Mark kept pumping back and forth strongly, but refrained
from slamming against her. He was still more than deep enough to send her into
convulsions, though, and the priestess hissed lustily, looking back at him with
glazed hazel eyes.
"Make me cum," she panted, working herself
against him rather inexpertly, but with amazing enthusiasm. "Disgrace
my body, my temple, with your cum, slave!"
Mark moved faster, and felt her cunt rippling and
contracting around him greedily, indicating she was not far off from orgasm.
His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her and she bit her knuckle
and keened. Covered in sweat, her arm flashed out to the side, pointing at the
linens hanging next to them.
"A linen!" she gasped, her breath catching
in her throat. "Give me a linen before I scream!"
Mark reached out and grabbed one of the long linen swaths
off a peg and handed it to Aemelia, who hastily shoved as much as she could
into her mouth, right before her body contorted and was wracked by orgasm. She
screamed in ecstasy, the linen muffling the otherwise piercing sound
magnificently. Her cunt clutched his cock fiendishly, and Mark stifled a loud
groan as he began to cum deep inside her.
They ground and squirmed against one another heatedly as he
filled her with his pearly essence, and he could feel her cum slathering his
thighs. Finally, she sagged, leaning against the wall to keep herself up while
removing the linen from her mouth so she could breathe heavily. Some moments
later, she eased herself forward, off his throbbing cock, gasping as it popped
out of her. She turned around, leaning back against the wall and pulled Mark to
her, pressing her mouth against his and kissing him deeply. She may have been a
virgin, but she certainly knew how to kiss.
Then again, if it was just her and a few other young women
living here, that was probably to be expected.
"This, slave," she whispered breathily,
looking up into his eyes while she reached down and massaged his sticky, still
oozing cock. "This has now been in the most sacred of cunts, a sacred
temple, defiled by your base desires. Do you know what an honor you've had?"
"I can guess," Mark replied, using his body
to pin her to the wall and pushing back inside her again. Aemelia shuddered and
groaned, going up on her toes and clasping him. "You glad I defiled
your temple?"
"Yes, but we need to get you out of here,"
she managed to say, gently pushing him back so that he fell out of her. She
knelt and kissed his cock while picking up the linen she'd stuffed into her
mouth, and cleaned him off with it. She then hurried over to the pegs on
another wall and slipped on a simple white robe, tying it shut. She was
flushed, but obviously jubilant. She helped him get back into his slave tunic.
"Well, I can strike that off my bucket list," Mark
mused to himself in English, smirking.
"What did you say?" Aemelia asked, looking
up at him as she tied the cord around his waist.
"Oh, I was just thinking that at least I can count
on you to not brag about this," he said somewhat hastily. "Probably
not many people you wanna tell."
"True, there's really only Licinia and Marcia I
would tell, because they are like-minded to myself. I would tell Domitia, since
I suspect she has at least as licentious a heart as any of us, but dare not,
because she is impulsive, and not prone to subtlety."
"No shit;” Mark muttered as she finished helping him
dress. "So now what? How do we get me out of here?"
"There's a secret passage you can use at the end of
this hallway. It'll take you down to the basement level again, and out though a
garden. Be vigilant, but you should be safe. Take a sack of supplies out into
the streets, so that it looks like you're on an errand. It'll help you avoid
scrutiny."
She led him through her apartment and opened the door to
poke her head out into the hall, looking both ways. She then took his hand and
pulled him out, hurrying down to the end of the hall and then pointing at a
large plaster lavabo that dominated the wall. He used his fingers to pry it
open like a door, which led into a dark stairwell.
He was about to step into the stairwell when she took him by
the hem of his tunic and pulled him back to her, kissing him deeply and
passionately for several seconds before pushing him back through the aperture
and then closing the door behind him.
Aemelia leaned back against the ornate plaster lavabo and
sighed, looking at the ceiling. She laid and hand on her tit, stood up,
straightened her robe out, and then walked down the hall, attempting to look
dignified. Thankfully, servants and the priestess' minders rarely came to this
floor except at designated hours. She stopped in front of the door of the
apartment next to hers, which had a plaque that red 'Licinia' and rapped on the
door softly.
The door opened and she was pulled inside by her wrist. The
door had barely closed before she and another, younger priestess were kissing
one another feverishly, hands wandering over each other's bodies.
"Thank you for letting me watch," Licinia
murmured as her tongue tangled with Aemelia's. "I am so jealous that
you got to fuck first, even if it was just a slave. But what a cock he had on
him."
"I know, and it was everything we had hoped it would
be, sister," Aemelia breathed, breaking the kiss and pulling her
sister-priestess' bedchamber robe off. "If only it could have lasted longer.
But for now;”
She shed her own robe and leaned back against the wall,
tilting her hips forward and using two fingers to spread her thick cuntlips
wide. "You need to suck his cum out of my cunt while you can;”
Mark's back was getting slightly sore from carting around
sacks in order to get places without being stopped and questioned. He humped
several cords of wood into the rear entrance of the Trajan Baths, sighing
heavily as he dumped them down near other piles meant to heat the pools, and
then went in search of Becky and Nanu.
He heard them before he saw them, not surprisingly; he
followed the telltale noises toward a smaller, more private bath chamber away
from the main rooms. He paused in the door of the room, grinning and leaning
against the entranceway while he just watched.
In the shallow water, Becky and Nanu were sitting facing
into one another, legs scissored and pussies pressed together. They panted and
moaned as they slithered and ground against each other, resting back on one
hand in the cool water, and gripping each other's arms with the second.
They strained against one another, backs arching and their
behinds out of the water, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. They both
keened loudly before the dam broke. Sighing and moaning shamelessly, they
squirmed and writhed, bathing each other's cunt in frothy cum. They girl-fucked
one another hard, cumming for a long period before finally relaxing and
settling into a squishy embrace, tits and pussies pressed together as they
kissed lovingly.
Mark finally came into the room, noticing that two young
attendants were waiting in corners, linens ready. He shed his tunic and stepped
down into the shallow pool, joining them. Becky broke the kiss to smile at him
lewdly.
"Well, hey, handsome," she purred, reaching over
to stroke his cock, noticing it was recently used. "What did you get up to
while Nanu and I were enjoying ourselves?"
He was kneeling next to them, rotating his neck.
"Might've used our loop to get revenge on the city for trying to kill me
next week," he mentioned. "Found a certain temple, might've fucked a
priestess;”
Becky shook her head. "I swear, you're terrible at time
theory, unless it involves doing something heinous, Mark. You are a
menace."
"Yeah, but you love it," he pointed out, grinning
and reaching into caress one of her tits, his other hand fondling Nanu's.
"Admit it."
"I admit to nothing, young man," she purred,
loving how his hand felt on her while she continued to stroke his cock.
"Nanu asked if we could visit her family, see if they're okay. She hasn't
seen them for a decade now."
"I'm all right with that," Mark answered,
shrugging. "We should give 'em money, too, improve their lot in life.
Sounds like Egyptian peasants in the Roman era don't have a lot goin' for
'em."
Becky smiled slyly. "Now that you mention it;”
Akhmim, in a corner of the former Lower Kingdom.
It was the time of year where the mighty Iteru was to
have overflowed its banks and then receded, leaving the land gloriously fertile,
and ready for the people to grow their crops and sell their goods to the
merchants in the cities. But this year, the great god Hap'i had withheld his
bounty, and the river had barely breached its banks. The land was dry, and
crops scarce. People had been bringing muddy water from the edges of the river
in buckets in a desperate attempt to fertilize their fields.
Kiya sighed glumly as she tilled a shallow trench in the
woefully dry soil on their farm. A wind blew across the field, and she was
depressed to see that it carried reddish dust with it. She was the youngest
remaining child, and she did the least skilled work as a result. She despaired
of ever being married, since her parents could not afford to lose her.
Years ago, they had sold their youngest daughter, in the
hopes of getting enough money to improve the farm, with new tools and maybe
some irrigation equipment, but they'd been had, and the materials and tools
they'd bought were junk. It had cost them all the money they'd made in selling
their child, and now they had less than ever. They barely subsisted even in the
bountiful years, and during droughts like this, it could be deadly. Other farms
were empty, due to death or abandonment.
She stopped for a moment and leaned on the rickety hoe she was
using, squeezing her eyes shut and stifling a sob. She missed her little
sister. Yes, Nanu had only been a year younger than her, but she'd been a joy
in Kiya's young life, and they were very close to one another. Kiya loved
little Nanu, and then one day, she was gone.
As she opened her eyes and looked out over the dusty field
at the long, thin rows of trenches, she wondered if Hap'i was punishing them
for selling her little sister. Kiya wouldn't have blamed the god; she
remembered being angry too, and she hadn't talked to her parents for days. Her
older siblings, especially Aneksi and Joba, her eldest sister and brother, had
loudly declared that it was a good thing to do, since it was one less mouth to
feed, and Nanu had been useless for chores anyway.
She was six years old when we sold her! Kiya thought
angrily to herself as she glared at the barren field. What did you think she
was going to be able to do?
She heard a horn call and looked down at the distant river
dully; she could see an ornate boat sailing downstream, being punted by
dark-skinned Nubian slaves, the huffer standing at the bow waving for less
important ships to move aside.
Nobles, she grumbled to herself sourly. Probably
on their way to Memphis to eat splendid food, and meet with their Roman
friends.
Splendid food. She'd almost forgotten what anything other
than bread or little bits of fish tasted like. And the drought made even bread
scarce, while fish were dangerous to try to catch, because of the hippos and
crocodiles that crowded the river. In years like this, the crocodile demons
were especially aggressive.