Erotic Fiction: The Gladiator

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Stepping off of the media via and into my room, I reached to grab the swath of linen draped over my chair the moment I shut the door behind me. Instead, my hand touched flesh, drawing my gaze instantly to a naked woman lounging against the wicker seat, my cloth draped over her forearm. 

“Are you looking for this, Sirius?” She reached out to pass it to me, daintily dropping it into my hand. I took the cloth and rubbed it across my face, using it to wipe away the blood and sweat that came to cake my face during tonight’s combat against Felix. Perhaps this delicate creature was the Emperor’s thank you for instead heeding the request of the crowd that evening, despite his desire to have my fellow gladiator killed. The people stretched their closed fists with two fingers extended into the air, the women wildly waving their handkerchiefs as the crowd cried, “Let him go!” and “Mercy for Felix!” In a show of solidarity with the audience who so loved me, I threw my opponent down to shamefully scramble away for his life.

The woman, who introduced herself as Thana, complimented me at every opportunity. From where she watched in the uppermost gallery of the amphitheatre, she claimed she could see every flex of muscle, the darting of my eyes as I calculated my next move. I knew this was impossible, lest she have the vision of an eagle, but it nonetheless made me all the more intrigued by her. 

“Who sent you?” I asked casually. Thana skirted around the question as cleverly as a senator might, though her distraction techniques were not entirely so political in nature.

She rose from her place on the chair, placing her hands flat against my bare chest and running her thumbs gently over the dirtied skin. Then, slowly, she began to remove each piece of armour from me. The manicae wrapping each arm, my shoulder guard, sword belt, the padding over my legs, and, finally, the cassis from my head, which had already been open to clear my vision after descending below the arena. Metal and leather clattered to the floor, and Thana circled me like a lion stalking its prey.

I pulled off the last bits of clothing left on me, freeing my cock for her to see. She grinned devilishly, pushing me onto the wicker seat roughly before climbing on top of me and immediately sinking me into her. I gripped her by her rounded hips, guiding her as she bounced up and down on me with her head thrown back. The moans bubbling out from her could undoubtedly be heard from beyond my closed door, drawing attention to how the best gladiators in the Roman Empire were rewarded for their skill. She rode me until I was on the verge of releasing inside of her, then slid off of me and gripped my cock firmly in her hand. I eased back down, breath slowing to a normal rhythm despite my heart continuing to beat wildly. 

Thana was quick to move where I guided her when I bent her over the chair, to enter her from behind. She rocked forward with each thrust, her cunnus tight around me as I buried myself deeper and deeper into her. Her hand reached up to grasp the top of the chair for support, pushing out her ass to me to angle herself better. It didn’t take much for me to release this time, my body stiffening as it flowed out from my body and into hers.

She swayed her hips from side to side, pulling out after a moment and looking at me under hooded eyes. Thana disappeared behind the chair, running her hand seductively along it. She took a step towards me — step after graceful step — with her hands clasped in feigned innocence behind her back. She instructed me to lie down on the ground, and I obeyed instantly, bending my knees upward and widening my hips for her to mount me yet again. She laid flat against me, the mounds of her breasts pressing against the muscles of my chest. Thana didn’t even seem to care that there was dried blood remaining from my fight not long before. 

“I wanted you to go out happy,” she murmured into my ear, her voice low and raspy. In that moment, it all made sense. The moment her dagger sunk into my flesh and blood began to flow, warm and thick, from my chest. “No mercy for Felix and no mercy for you, Sirius.”