I am presented to the few hundred people in the amphitheater with pomp and grandiosity both as General and God of War. The latter, of course, collected way more respects and tributes. I am seated and the performance begins.
To spice up the crowd, the show opens with gladiatorial battles. I always disliked gladiators for their utter inability to fight in real combat. Please! Most of the slaves are as good fighters as those actors, who will undoubtedly take the stage after these clowns are finished slaughtering each other. And watching them fight is about as boring as listening to those actors.
But now fighting on stage were barbarians, whom we captured today. It sure was a lot of fun watching my enemies have to kill each other. I cheered and applauded the sight loudly and the crowd followed me.
But as I predicted, a bunch of boring actors took the stage after the gladiators. Utterly failing to understand what they were saying, or even care enough for it, I proceed to look the crowd over instead.
And would you look at this. Directly behind me was a pretty girl with long black hair framing her cute face and small perky breasts barely hidden under her toga. They must look even better without that toga.
Suddenly, I recollect the promise I made earlier. I’m not supposed to let customs hold my feelings back. Well, a promise must be kept. And right now my feelings tell me to squeeze those cute tits and suck them real good.
I turn around on my bench facing the girl. She looks at me, and smiles totally unaware of my plans. My hands lay on her small shoulders. Then I slowly slide the white toga down her tanned torso, gradually revealing the hot body all the way down to her waist. The corner of my eye catches her smiling approvingly at my actions, but most of my attention is preoccupied with two firm, perky mounds of flesh that end in perfect brown nipples, about as thick as an index finger.
I run my hands up grabbing a breast in each of them. I feel their firmness, softness of the skin. I squeeze them and feel the flesh give slightly, but push back softly, but determinedly. I catch a nipple between my big and index fingers and pinch the hard thing lightly. I rub it between my fingers thoroughly and then put my lips over it. I keep kissing and sucking her sensitive nipple, while my left hand takes care of her other breast. The girl is moaning softly, rolling her dark eyes in pleasure.
It sure is good to follow feelings! Even though Mars is actually doing it, General is getting quite a thrill out of this too. Playing with these delicious breasts made my dick is rock-hard by now. Or is it Mars’? Aw, who cares?
Few spectators are watching the stage. By now most heads are turned at us attracted by her moans.
The priests, who accompanied me, must also have been watching the scene for a while. As I take my mouth off the girl’s perky breast to pay equal attention to the second one, the head priest catches the moment and speaks to me.
“Great Mars, you seem to be in the loving mood. Would you like to honor Venus with your attention?”
Again, I’m puzzled, having never encountered such rituals before. But the priest awaits my answer. Maybe I should just insist on doing this hot chick. Doesn’t look like she’ll mind the least. Then again, Venus is the Goddess of Love and Mars’ lover. “Honoring her” couldn’t be that bad. |