Smut Book

The victorious warrior

Gladiator x Roman Lady

Warnings: none

My doom arrived when an army of men attacked my village. My father died, as did my mother. Many of us were kidnapped, but not me. I collected the rest of men I had, and we attacked their camp. I wanted revenge. But Teutates was not on our side. Most of my men were killed and the rest put in chains. I was one of them. They dragged us through wastelands, forests, and cities. And then we finally reached a city, so big my entire clan and those around us would've fitted into it and still have room. The streets were buzzling and noisy with people. We were put onto a stage and people bid for us. Most of my men were taken away by farmers or high nobles, but I understood my predicament when I was dragged to a huge round building. I was put in a cell and waited. And then began a few hellish years. It was maddening how I was given the choice of dying now or killing others that were just as imprisoned as me. But I still had hope. I still believed in saving my comrades and escaping from here. It was easy at the beginning. I just imagined myself killing those roman soldiers, but then the roars of the crowd, cheering for me, it was driving me mad. How could they cheer for this, for me killing someone who was far more weaker than me? How could they enjoy this? It was dishonorable. I grew more and more numb to all this until I had accepted the cheerful roar of the crowd, the blood on my hands and the nobles, who came and paid me for a few show games at their mansions. I had many sponsors, and a few promised me my freedom if I continued to bring them more money. It was the height of summer when an older man came into my quarters. He announced that me and a few others would attend a grand party and do whatever was ordered us. We had no say in it nor did we know where we would be brought. The day we were leaving, we were bathed and got new armor. Only our weapons were changed to a nightstick.

It was warm and dark. The huge mansion we were led to was lit with candles and loud conversations carried out into the streets. A servant, dressed in the finest cloth a man from his standing could wear, approached us. The guards accompanying us were addressed and everything was talked over. We had wrist chains put on us and led inside and what met us were drunken romans. Especially young ones. As soon as we entered, a hoard of young girls surrounded us. They giggled, clearly intoxicated. Some touched our muscles and tried to flirt with us. Some gladiators immediately took to the attention and were soon pulled by their chains somewhere else. But some of us stayed behind. To my surprise we were offered wine and food. We were led to a few benches to the sides. We had to stay here until someone ordered us to move, but we were allowed to talk to guests and even ask for more service. The mansion was truly marvelous. My clan lived in huge wooden houses, while these people-built houses, big enough to let my entire family and ancestors live in it, al made of stone. But they were all still weak. Their soldiers wore armor everywhere on their bodies. And they enjoyed watching people kill each other, but would quiver in fear, crying for mercy if they were in the arena with us. A few hours had gone by, my mind was buzzing with the good wine. There I saw her. A woman, tall, dazzling long hair, bright eyes, and an intoxicating smile. She was dressed in the finest fabrics and golden accessories. She was a beauty, even for my people. She pranced around the room, soft voice and laughter bringing smiles to everyone she interacted with. And then her gaze found me. I could not look away. Slowly, like a wolf stalking sheep, she moved in my direction. Against my normal behavior, I rose and stared down at her. She took me in, gently traced over my muscles and the fur coat I had to wear. "I saw you in the arena. You are from the German barbarian lands, no? A real Germanic warrior." She blinked at me, her luscious eyelashes making it look seductive. I didn't answer her. A floral scent penetrated my nose as she leaned in more. I was rendered speechless, and she knew. Before I could get myself to answer her, she twirled around and left. My comrade, who had watched us with wide eyes, now started to laugh. My dizziness grew to annoyance. "Be quiet you moron! What is so funny?" I waved at a servant, and they brought me another wine. "You were bewitched! Hahaha! Like a small child!" I was getting more and more angry. "Who is she anyway?" I gulped down the wine and took another one. "You have heard of her. The guards talk about her and her festivities all the time. That was Y/N Hadrianus. They said that she is from the family of an emperor that was called Hadrian. That lady was married off to an old senator when she was very young. He died after 5 years but made her the head of the family and household. She never married again and celebrates nearly every 2 weeks. And apparently, she likes you." Before I could ask him what he meant by that, a servant told me to follow him. My comrade slapped my shoulder enthusiastically and wished me luck. I had heard from other gladiators that some warriors were sent to such parties and then they pleasured the guests. My way led me through small corridors and the stairs and then I was locked in a bedroom. I was about to slam on the door to be let out, when a soft laugh rang in my ears. I whirled around ready to fight when my body betrayed me. On the bed laid the goddess like woman, Y/N Hadrianus. She was only wearing a thin robe and was splayed on the bed. "Come to me Germanic. Show me how your people love the body of another." It had been years since I had laid with a woman. My cock hardened at the thought. Her eyes glinted with lust as she beckoned me forward. Her servants had locked us together in here. She wanted to be alone with me. I may be a ruthless warrior, but I would not hurt a woman who has done nothing to me. I threw my clothes on the floor and went for the bed. She leaned against the headboard, eyeing my length. Slowly she slipped the fabric of her shoulders. It fell and gradually slipped nearly down her breasts. My cock twitched and I obliged my growing need. I fisted my dick, hissing from the pleasure and sensitive tip. A moan left her. "What do you want me to do?" our eyes met, and she smiled. "Pleasure my body and if you do a good job, you can even relief yourself." With that she slipped her robe off and spread her legs. She was beautiful. With great care I slipped between her legs and inhaled. What a divine scent. I breathed on her pussy, and she shivered. Tentatively I licked her clit. Her hands flew onto my head and gripped my hair. Soft nibbles and licks turned into sucking and penetrating with my fingers quite quickly. She quivered and shook beneath m me, overflowing with ecstasy. I was close to coming myself. This lady tastes divine. She screamed when I curled my fingers inside of her. She was clamping down on my fingers. I knew she was close. My length was painfully twitching against my stomach. I needed relieve. So, I circled her clit and hurried my pace with my fingers, fucking her cunt. With a gasp she climaxed. She rode my fingers through her high, raveling in me sucking her clit. She laid back and sighed. I was ready to finish myself off, but when she saw me palming my tip, she ordered me to stop. "I said if you did well, you could relieve yourself. But I didn't say like that. Your job is still not done." She spread her legs wider. "Pleasure me more, Germanic warrior." My heart hammered. I crawled over her and pushed myself in. It was warm and tight. I groaned at the velvety feel of her cunt around me. But I didn't know how far I could go. Could I do as I pleased? Soft hands cupped my bearded cheek. "Fuck me like you do with your women. Relieve yourself! Now!" And so, I did. My hunger for pleasure had grown over my head. I slammed myself into her. My cock buried in her to the hilt. I was rough and fast. I worried I might bruise her with my grip on her. She was so soft and light. I lifted her up, pressing her to me. This new angle made me reach into her even better. She bobbed up and down on me, moaning and mewling. I was sweating and I felt so hot. I wanted her so badly, this beautiful goddess. With a growl I pulled myself from her pussy, just in time before I spilled my seed onto her belly and her legs. I sighed in relief, the need I felt subsiding slowly. "My, what a gentleman." She giggled and laughed, then pulled me back. We landed on the bed. She pushed me onto may back and laid herself next to me. She cuddled up to me and soon fell asleep. I too dosed off but was awaken by loud banging at the door. The guards took me away, the lady smiling when she waved goodbye.

The arena was cheering as I had another victory. I was about to leave for the catacombs when the speaker announced something. "Dear guests, dear senators, and great emperor, we have sadly to announce, that our champion will leave us today. He has earned the favor of the crowd but also from his sponsor, who has paid his last few coins. We have to say our goodbyes now." Groans of disappointment rang through the arena. I was surprised. Would I finally be free from this hellhole? I was led to my cell and ordered to pack everything I owned. I was brought to the mansion I had met the godlike lady. There she stood, bathing in the warm sunlight. I bowed to her and thanked her for buying me free. "It was not only out of the goodness of my heart. You will be mine. I will keep you as my Germanic warrior. For as long as we both live." Then she leaned over and whispered: "And you'll pleasure me however much I want too. This is your reason to live. Now come my victorious warrior. I have missed your warmth for far too long."