Chapter 72 GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 4
I sat there laughing, coated and sore in the best way, the rush of it all better than any history lesson. Rome felt like my playground now, gladiators just the beginning.
As night crept in slow and steady, the torches around the Colosseum burst to life one by one. Their flames danced high, casting long shadows and turning the massive stone arena into a place of flickering magic for the evening fights. The air smelled of smoke and sweat, mixed with the distant roars from the crowds gathering below. I had just finished rinsing off in a rough stone fountain nearby.
The cold water hit my skin like a slap, shocking away the heat from my earlier adventures. It made my nipples harden and sent chills down my back. I shook off the drops and pulled my tunic back over my body, the fabric sticking a bit to my damp skin. Deep inside, my pussy throbbed with a dull ache, and my ass felt sore in the best way—a sweet reminder of all the rough fun I'd had that day. But I wasn't done yet. My body buzzed with leftover energy, hungry for one more round.
I scanned the area, my eyes catching on a lone gladiator practicing off to the side. He swung his sword in smooth, powerful arcs under the warm glow of the nearest torch. His movements were precise, like he'd been born with a blade in his hand. His body looked strong and lean, muscles rippling under tanned skin from years of hard training in the sands. A few scars marked his arms and chest, not too many, showing he was still young in the games but already a fighter. His dark hair was tied back, sweat glistening on his brow. Something about his focus pulled me in. I decided to make my move.
I walked over casual, my bare feet padding soft on the stone path. He noticed me right away and lowered his sword, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. Up close, he was even better—sharp jaw, bright eyes full of curiosity. We started talking by the fire, the heat from the torch warming our faces.
He told me his name was Drusus, his voice deep but with that young edge, full of eagerness like he had stories to tell and fire in his belly. Not many marks on him yet, which meant he was fresh, hungry for glory and whatever else came his way. I laughed at his jokes, leaned in close so my arm brushed his, letting my eyes linger on his chest. Seducing him felt natural, easy as breathing. I could see the spark in his gaze, the way he shifted when I touched his shoulder.
I took his hand and led him away from the main paths, up a set of worn stone steps to a quiet balcony high above the arena floor. The spot overlooked the whole Colosseum, with the city lights twinkling far below like scattered stars on the ground. The night sky stretched wide overhead, dotted with real stars and a sliver of moon. A cool breeze blew in, carrying sounds from the crowds—murmurs, laughs, the clank of armor. It was private enough, hidden in the shadows, but the thrill of being so exposed added to the heat building between us.
Once we were alone, I turned to him with a smile and dropped slow to my knees on the cool, rough stone. The chill seeped through my tunic, but it only made my skin tingle more. Drusus stood there, breathing heavy, his eyes locked on me. I reached for the cloth wrapped around his waist—the simple loincloth all gladiators wore—and untied it with steady fingers. It fell away, and his cock sprang free, already hard and straight, thick at the base with a slight curve. The skin was smooth, veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed dark and ready. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling it pulse warm in my grip, then leaned in and took him into my mouth.
I started slow, my lips sliding over the tip, tongue swirling around to taste the salt of his skin. He groaned low, his hands hovering unsure at first.
I pulled back just enough to guide him—'Hold my head,' I said, my voice husky. 'Push in slow, let me feel you.'
His fingers tangled in my hair, gentle at the start, and he rocked his hips forward. His cock filled my mouth, stretching my jaws as I sucked deeper, taking more of him with each bob of my head. I used my hand to stroke what I couldn't fit, twisting light at the base. He learned quick, thrusting a bit firmer, his breaths coming faster.
At first, his movements stayed gentle, hips rocking soft and steady, letting me set the pace. I hummed around him, the vibration making him gasp. But soon, that young fire took over. His grip tightened in my hair, and he started fucking my mouth with real need, pushing deeper until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I relaxed and let him, gagging just a little for the thrill, saliva dripping down my chin. His legs shook as he held back, muscles tensing in his thighs. I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing his face twist with pleasure, eyes half-closed. The torchlight flickered across his body, highlighting the sweat starting to bead on his abs.
I could feel him getting close, his cock swelling thicker in my mouth, thrusts turning erratic. But I wanted more. I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us for a second, and stood up on wobbly legs. Turning around, I bent over the stone railing, gripping the edge tight. The cool metal—no, stone—pressed into my palms, and below us, the arena buzzed with life, crowds cheering for some unseen fight. The height made my stomach flip, but in a good way, like we could fall into the chaos at any moment. I hiked up my tunic, exposing my ass and pussy to the night air. My folds were still slick and tender from before, lips swollen, but aching for him.
Drusus stepped up behind me without a word, his hands sliding over my hips. He cupped my breasts through the thin fabric, squeezing firm, thumbs brushing my hard nipples. I arched back against him, feeling his cock nudge between my thighs, hot and insistent. He lined up and slid into my pussy in one smooth push, filling me deep. I was wet enough that he went in easy, but the stretch made me moan loud, echoing off the stones. His hands moved to my waist, holding me steady as he started thrusting.
At first, he kept it controlled, pulling out slow and driving back in, letting me adjust to his size. Each stroke hit just right, rubbing against my inner walls, chasing away the soreness with fresh heat. I pushed back to meet him, our bodies slapping together soft. But Drusus was eager, and it didn't take long for his pace to pick up. His thrusts grew strong and fast, hips snapping forward with power from all that training. Sweat beaded on his chest, rolling down in drops that landed hot on my back. I could feel every inch of him—thick, hard, pounding into me without mercy.
The railing dug into my stomach, but I didn't care. The breeze cooled my flushed skin, contrasting the fire where we joined. His balls slapped against me with each thrust, and I reached down to touch my clit, circling fast to build my own release. Drusus leaned over me, his breath hot on my neck, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipple hard.
'You feel so good,' he grunted, voice rough. I clenched around him in response, milking his cock, drawing out his groans.
We moved like that for what felt like forever—him slamming deep, me grinding back, the world below fading into noise. My legs trembled, pleasure coiling tight in my belly. He reached around to rub my clit with rough fingers, and that pushed me over. I came hard, pussy squeezing him in waves, cries spilling from my lips.
Drusus followed right after, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed, cum flooding hot inside me, spilling out around his shaft with each final thrust.
We stayed locked like that, panting, bodies slick and spent, the ancient city spread out before us like a living painting. The torches below winked like eyes watching our secret. It was the perfect end to a wild, insane day full of sweat and screams.
Finally, I straightened up, his cock slipping out with a wet sound, cum trickling down my thigh. Drusus pulled me into a quick kiss, tasting of salt and victory. I smiled, already thinking ahead. My fingers found the time device hidden in my tunic pocket—a small, smooth gadget that hummed faint under my touch.
I twisted the knob, feeling the familiar pull of time bending. Ready to jump to another era, with these erotic memories burned deep into
my mind. Time travel for smut? Yeah, hands down, the best invention out there.