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Even after so many centuries together, Rome could still never quite predict when Graecia and Aegyptus would decide to play their games with him.
If he could, he probably wouldn’t find himself in the situation he did now.
Pressed against the wall of his Curia, being kissed like his lips held the elixir of life.
Having recently returned from a successful campaign in Gaul, the day saw him dressed in his finest toga to discuss the victory with his senators and generals. Now, the heavy and precious cloth was being lifted and cast aside as if it was nothing more than the skirts of a street whore. Aegyptus ground against him and he couldn’t help but to whimper. The campaign had taken longer than he would have liked. Months without their touch had left him wanting, waking up in the barracks amongst his soldiers with an ache between his legs.
Human lovers no longer satisfied him, and his own hand was a poor substitute.
So who could blame him for surrendering so easily to Aegyptus’ touch? Especially when her fingers, skilled as they were, travelled from his chest and down his stomach to cup him where he was wanting most.
She hummed and moved to mouth against his ear, Romulus had never heard a sound so wicked in his life.
“Why do you have this, I wonder,” she said, rubbing circles into the swollen flesh in such a way that made his eyes roll back. “When you know that you will have no use for it.”
It was impossible for Romulus to ignore the implicit command behind those words.
Changing when one was already so aroused was always a strange experience. Not unpleasant by any means, but it was odd to feel the pulse of want shift downwards, become smaller and more concentrated, to feel wetness gather between his legs.
He didn’t change completely, his chest was still flat and hair still decorated his face—he still had to face his generals at the banquette after all—but it was enough for Aegyptus’, who smiled against his skin and pressed deft fingers under the wool of his tunic to glide them through the wetness of his cunt.
It was enough to make him moan long and low, hips bucking wantonly against her touch.
She shushed him and held him still. He barely had time to protest before something blunt and smooth was being pressed against his mouth.
“Make yourself useful,” Aegyptus purred, “and get this wet.”
He opened his mouth without needing further command. The wood of the toy was smooth, and he could taste hints of the olive oil used on it as he laved at it with his tongue. The shape was too awkward to fit in his mouth properly and he was glad that she did not force him.
When she was satisfied, she pulled it away from his lips and pressed it into where he was wet and open. She pressed it in slowly, teasing him with it until sweat dotted his brow and his legs shook with the effort of standing upright against such pleasure. Finally, after what felt like hours, she took mercy on him and finally slid it in until the flared base sat nicely against his mound.
Aegyptus’ delight at seeing him so debauched was evident in the way her already dark eyes seemed like the deepest of night skies when he looked into them. He waits, shivering in anticipation, for her next instructions but finds himself instead shushed and the discarded toga picked up and once again draped around his body in the proper manner.
“W-what, what are you—“
“Hurry now darling, the sun has already fallen. The banquet shall start soon.” Her smile was so wicked that it could rival that of the worst beasts from the underworld. As if Romulus needed further proof of that fact, she took her fingers, shining with the proof of his want, and slowly licked them clean one by one, holding his gaze for the duration of it. “You are not to touch yourself until we command you too. Graecia and I will be waiting. Do try and compose yourself before then.”
And with that, she saw herself out, leaving the empire weak and trembling against the marble wall.
The rest of the evening passed in what Rome could only describe as torture.
He was seated next to some of his senators and highest ranking generals. The food was exquisite and plentiful and the music as sweet as the wine. Rome hardly tasted or heard any of it. Every minute shift has the plug inside of him grinding against his soft walls, the sheer act alone of sitting there amongst his noble men while he leaked slick against his fine garments brought his arousal to even greater heights. He barely processed the effort the men went through to try and impress him, sharing tales of their exploits or declaring expressions of eternal loyalty to the empire. Usually such peacocking amused him but the rubbing of his swollen clitoris against the wool of his tunic was quickly draining all coherent thought from his brain and it’s all he could do to not outright whimper.
It was when the last course of the evening was being served that he realized he could take it no longer, if he did not find his relief he would most likely burst into flames. He had started fantasizing about the lengths hidden under his general’s togas, achieving nothing except for frustrating himself further and risking saying something stupid the next time he opened his mouth.
He glanced across the room to the other table, the one occupied by all the immortals under his ward. They had sat down to eat after the first half of the evening when their duties had been concluded, the rest of the food preparation being left to the human servants and slaves. He saw no point in treating the immortals of the lands conquered by his peoples’ cruelly, saw no point in making them despise him. While it was traditional to have the conquered land work in your household, there was no rule stating it had to be done with cruelty. Gaul wouldn’t even look in his direction for a couple of days but that was to be expected. Romulus paid no mind to him as his eyes drifted to the beautiful Aegyptus and Graecia. They sat at the very center of the couches, and were the only two amongst the others that did not carry out household or mercantile tasks. They had been appointed to his personal aids, assisting him in the runnings of his provinces and commanded the respect of all his men. Romulus would never make mere servants or merchants out of his oldest and most precious friends.
Despite the respect he carried for them and their age and wisdom, right now they were also the source of his endless frustration. He could feel their gazes bore into him every time they passed his way, making sure he behaved. He just needed a moment where he was sure they would be distracted, it would take so little for him to reach his peak, wanting as he was. The thought of it alone was enough to feel himself throb.
The chatter and music stopped as a woman walked into the center of the room. Romulus recognized her, her fame as a musician having spread quickly throughout the empire. Romulus couldn’t remember which of the noblemen had boasted about securing her talents for the evening's entertainment, all he cared about in that moment was the fact that all eyes in the room were on her and none on him.
This was his chance.
The lamps had been allowed to burn low to create atmosphere as the woman began to strum her lyre. Romulus shifted on his pillowed seating, crossing one leg so that the heel of his foot could press in between his legs. The first roll of his hips caught the base of the plug against his heel, forcing it to grind up against his walls and he had to bite his lip to stop from shouting. After so long with so little this alone felt heavenly. He knew he had to be quick, there was no telling how long the song would last. He only hoped that the rocking of his hips was being confused for his swaying to the music as many of the other guests were. Gods, he’s so close. He could feel how slick he was beneath his clothing and could only pray it hadn’t leaked through. Graecia and Aegyptus would know his shameful actions immediately. The thought of what they would do to him if he were to be found out sent shivers up his spine, made his hips stutter in their endless chasing of his release. Before he could stop himself he brought his hand down between his legs and rubbed the swell of his clit through this toga.
The wave of instant relief as he came was akin to the first sip of cool water after hours of marching under the Sicilian sun. His thighs shook and his cunt pulsed and he’s positive that his eyes must have rolled back but he could not bring himself to care. Once the last drop of pleasure had been rung and his muscles stopped spasming he relaxed back into his seat. Clapping lazily as the song ended, he enjoyed the feeling of his cunt continuously clenching around the plug. There would be some hours more to the festivities, finally perhaps he may partake in the conversation instead of fighting to hold back moans.
He glanced back towards Graecia and Aegyptus and found them focused on the performer, laughing and talking amongst themselves. It seemed like he managed to stay hidden. He sighed in satisfaction and called for the servant boy to pour more wine. The evening continued as planned. After the final guests left and the last servants exited to their quarters, Graecia and Aegyptus cornered Romulus as he stepped into his room to press him against the wall and kiss him fiercely. Graecia slipped a hand between his legs to firmly rub his clit and he moaned, pushing towards her hand. While the orgasm had helped in calming his need, he had still spent many more hours with that wicked toy inside him, that alongside the thought of what was in store for him after the banquet was more than enough to see his arousal steadily growing again as the evening went on.
“Hmm,” Graecia’s breath tickled his ear. “Wanting thing, aren’t you?”
Romulus only whimpered. She clicked her tongue and moved her hand away much to his dismay.
“I asked you a question. I expect you to use your words, beloved.”
Aegyptus slid the toga from his frame as Graecia continued to tease him, her fingers drawing feather light circles over him. Aegyptus loosened his tunic to ease her hands under the fabric to run along his tan skin, stopping briefly to press her nails into the buds of his nipples.
“I’ll ask you again. Wanting thing, aren’t you?”
Romulus threw his head back against Aegyptus’ shoulder, trying desperately to gain more stimulation.
“Yes! Yes I want it.”
He could feel their smiles against his skin.
“What do you want dearest?”
“You,” He babbled, tongue quickly growing clumsy in his mouth when both Graecia’s and Aegyptus’ fingers slid under his tunic to rub between his folds. He could not tell who’s fingers found his swollen nub and who’s started rocking the toy in and out but he could not bring himself to care. “I want you both. To touch me. Like that, yes, oh Gods, yes.”
They both sped up their ministrations, one grinding the plug in deep while the other stroked his clit in firm circles, making him mewl as his thighs shook.
“Oh I’m close, Gods, please.”
“Do you want to come?” Aegyptus whispered in his ear and now he could tell it was her hand rubbing him so. “Were you good tonight?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Romulus chanted. He could not have stopped the movement of his hips if he tried, bucking desperately against them as he neared his peak.
And wicked as they were, Aegyptus and Graecia allowed him to believe that he would reach it. It was only at the last possible moment, once Romulus had been reduced to a lax, whimpering creature who could think no more than of that release, only then did they both suddenly remove their hands from him. Leaving him to thrash in frustration.
“No, no. Why have you done that? Please I need it I need it I—“
His pleading was interrupted by Aegyptus shoving her fingers stained with his want past his lips. He could not help the sound that escaped his throat.
“I see, you are not only a liar, but greedy as well.”
Ice filled Romulus’s veins. “W-what—?”
But they did not allow him to continue, instead using their combined strength to throw him onto his bed before climbing on themselves and ripping off what was left of his tunic. Aegyptus situated herself against his back while taking both his legs and holding them open. Forcing him to accommodate Graecia in between them and leaving his overheated arousal on display. Like this, Romulus could feel the coolness of the air against his swollen flesh and couldn’t help but to shiver as the slick mess on his thighs was chilled.
He had little time to be distracted by that however, because Graecia removed the wooden toy with little gentleness and replaced them with three of her own fingers. Romulus, still shaking from the release he was just denied, dropped his mouth open in a desperate moan and threw his head back against Aegyptus’ shoulder.
“Did you think that we would not see you?” She whispered in his ear. “Filthy, filthy boy. Unable to follow the most simple of instructions. Oh, yes, we watched the whole time during the song as you fucked yourself. Mmm it must have felt good, you were panting so. It is a wonder that your generals did not notice your want and ravished you right there on the couches. You are irresistible when desperate, beloved.”
Romulus’ flush deepened, both at the compliment and at her words. It only worsened when Graecia opened her mouth to speak.
“Darling, I believe that even if we hadn’t watched him, we would have been able to tell,” she cooed, gently running her fingers through his folds. “He is so swollen.”
Romulus cannot take both their words and their teasing. Thighs quivering in Aegyptus’ hold, he shouts, “Gods! Gods please let me come. Please Graecia please I— Ah!”
Graecia did not heed his cries. This time when she pulled her hand away, she only let him quiver in denial for a moment before bringing it back. Not to sooth his arousal, but to hit him hard, her hand coming down fast against where he was wanting. Romulus’ eyes rolled up into his head.
“Did you already forget?” smack “You lied to us.”
Each hard smack of her hand against him left him trembling. It hurt, Gods, it hurt. But the ache bled into sinful pleasure. They had forced him to come like this, once. He could not remember what he had done to deserve such treatment, only that they had held him down and took turns abusing his cunt until he finally reached his peak, screaming and crying and begging for mercy. They had brought him a mirror afterwards so he could see himself, from the far away gaze and tear stained cheeks, to his swollen and throbbing sex, red with abuse and arousal. He could not help but moan wantonly at the memory, arching towards Graecia’s hand, desperate for the next hit.
Graecia tsked at him, and instead of hitting him again she gripped his thigh hard enough to bruise. “It is useless to punish you like this. You are enjoying it too much.”
Romulus whined in disappointment. Aegyptus laughed. “Oh I do believe that is our own fault darling. We trained him too well.”
“Hmm, I suppose you are right. We will have to try something else.”
Romulus was so strung up, so taut with want that he shook, unable to think about anything else other than the liquid heat in his abdomen or the throbbing between his legs. He felt their eyes watching him, studying him, wordlessly deciding the most perfect way to make him fall apart and there’s nothing Romulus could do but throw his head back and beg for their touch.
Finally, Aegyptus let one of her hands stray from where it held him open and moved to trace teasing lines across the plains of his toned body, stopping for a moment to trace around one of his nipples, making him hiss.
“I have an idea. Here’s what we will do, baby.”
She beckoned Graecia closer to whisper something in her ear and the smile that spread across her face sent both arousal and fear shooting down his spine. Distracted as he was, he didn’t notice Graecia moving until Aegyptus grabbed both his knees again and Graecia had three of her fingers stuffed in his hole and started fucking him with little abandon. Romulus howled, thrashing like a wild beast. The slick sounds of his wet cunt made him shiver in embarrassment.
“Me and Graecia are going to touch you,” Aegyptus continued, “and play with you until we are satisfied that you have learned your lesson. And you will take it and if you want our cocks fucking you then you will prove that you can be good and not come until we decide that you have earned it.”
Romulus could only respond with a guttural wail. He already felt ruined, pulsing and wet around Graecia’s fingers, unable to hold any sane thought in his mind other than how badly he wants.
He grabbed desperately at the hands holding him open, then at the sheets, then at Graecia’s beautiful hair when she leaned down to lick a long, slow stripe up his throbbing clit. As a result of the incomplete transformation, it was thicker than a human woman’s, maybe the size of a thumb, and swollen and flush with arousal. She let him believe for a moment that he could push her mouth onto him, letting her tongue drag against him once, twice, before pulling back and yanking his hand from her hair, letting it drop back uselessly against the bed. Her fingers slowed now, focusing on pushing up into that horribly sensitive spot, making his eyes roll back.
“Her mouth feels good doesn’t it?” Aegyptus’ breath tickled his ear. “If only you had behaved during dinner, you could have had her between your legs, sucking on you until you screamed. Maybe you would have had the both of us, would you have liked that? My mouth on your clit and her tongue in your hole. Fucking you sensless.”
Romulus could only curse the shortsightedness of his past self. If only he hadn’t been such a slave to his lust he wouldn’t be in this situation right down, being teased to the point of insanity.
“Is this what you thought about while you were away with your armies? Did you lie there amongst your men awake, desperate and wanting, while they slept on none the wiser to your desires?”
Romulus hadn’t believed that he could flush any deeper, but somehow he did. Aegyptus of course, noticed his change in demeanour and let a cunning smile spread across her lips.
“Oh? Do you like the thought of that darling? Hold yourself open.” He wretched his hands out of the ruined sheets to take hold of his knees. With her hands now free she let them roam across his chest, punching and twisting his nipples until they ached. “Do you like the thought of touching yourself next to your soldiers? Would you bite your lip to keep quiet? Or would you be loud, hoping for them to wake up and see what a wretched thing you are?” She laughed at his shaking head. “Of course baby, how could I forget? A single lover isn’t enough to satisfy a needy thing such as yourself, let alone a human one! Perhaps you could relieve the poor women of the area of having to deal with your rutting soldiers and provide relief to them yourself. Bend over and let your armies fuck you full to bursting.”
He moaned low and wanton at the thought, clenching around Graecia’s fingers. Aegyptus nibbled under his ear, making him shiver. “Mmh but you’re too proud to let your men fuck you, even when you’re aching for it. Perhaps if you showed them your women form? I do not believe anyone outside of your emperor has seen it. Yes, you could pretend to be just another young girl looking to service the Roman armies. They would have never seen a woman as beautiful as yourself, they could never resist such an offer. You would bend over and offer your cunt to your men and they’d fuck you full until the sun rose and never realize that it was their empire that they had on her knees for them.”
Romulus panted at the thought, the image so wicked in his mind. He knew what long periods away at war did to men, could picture so clearly how they would grab at him desperately and hold him open. How they would play with his tits while spearing open his cunt. How they would feel fucking him one after the other. Maybe they would take him two, three at a time. As desperate and pent up as Romulus himself would be. One in his mouth and one in his ass and one in his cunt. Bouncing him between them, grabbing at his tits and waist, forcing him to take it until there was nothing he could do other than moan and mewl and come, come come-
He realised too late that his furious fantasies had taken him right to the edge of orgasm. He was too weakened by pleasure to stop it, mind and body edged for so long that he had little will left to fight against the oncoming release. But the sheer terror that flooded through him when he thought of what his lovers might do to him if he disobeyed them again-
Romulus dropped his legs, planted one of his feet against Graecia’s shoulder, and gathered all remaining strength he had and kicked her hard enough to make her yelp in surprise and fall backwards, pulling her hand out but it was too late, he realised with dismay, and his orgasm began to overtake him.
It felt like a dirty back alley punch to the gut, his entire body going taut as he arched his back, legs kicking out uselessly at the feeling of his cunt clenching and drooling around nothing. No relief came, and he gripped Aegyptus’ arms to resist the urge to reach down and rub himself to completion, while his pussy begged for his attention.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he dropped back down onto the bed, eyes wrenched shut as he choked through a sob, body quaking in frustration at the ruin. He didn’t want to look at his lovers, afraid that his efforts had been useless and that he was already in more trouble.
He felt hands massaging his quivering muscles, gentle voices coaxing him to relax and to open his eyes. When he finally did, he saw both Greacia and Aegyptus looming over him, faces adorned with an expression that made him shiver with anticipation.
They looked like they want to eat him alive.
“Aegyptus,” Graecia finally spoke, sounding breathless. “I do believe that it’s time.”
“Yes, yes hurry darling.”
Romulus was gifted with the sight of Graecia finally disrobing, revealing her swollen, dripping cock to his hungry eyes. He didn’t have to want for long, for she grabbed him by the hips and lifted him out of Aegyptus’ hold, pulling his back flush to her chest and guiding her cock into his soaked hole.
Romulus mewled, so loose and open that she slid right in, stretching him out so perfectly. He couldn’t stop moaning, begging for more even as she grabbed hold of his waist and wasted no time setting a brutal pace. If not for those hands on him he would have fallen face first onto the bed, all the strength in his limbs had been snapped away by the relentless pleasure. If his generals could see him now they would scoff and sneer at him and the thought made him buck harder against the cock filling him. Suddenly, one of the hands on his waist went to his face, grabbing it and forcing him to look up towards where Aegyptus still sat in front of him.
“Look,” Graecia growled in his ear. “Look at her. Look at what you’re doing to her.”
Romulus has no choice but to open his eyes and the sight that greets him makes him clench tight around Graecia. Aegyptus had also discarded her clothing, leaving her perfect body on display for him. One of her hands was wrapped around her cock, stroking herself to the sight of him so debauched. The other was playing with her breast, kneading it and pinching her nipple. The display was so erotic that Romulus felt hypnotised by it, as if it were a siren song. He couldn't tear his eyes away from how her thumb rubs over the swollen head, precum making is slick and glossy and Romulus wants it in his mouth so badly.
He sobbed, bouncing up and down Graecia’s cock desperately, so close to the edge he could taste it, feel his clit throbbing in time with his pulse every time she filled him. Babbling out an endlessly litany of please, unable to stop begging for relief.
“Please Gods I need it. I was good, I was so good. Come, please need it, need to come please let me please please please please!-“
Graecia’s close too, he could feel it in the way her pace started to falter and how she panted in his ear. If she came without letting him, he'd die. He’d just die. When the hand holding up his face dropped down to gatter slickness around his stretched cunt and used it to rub the tip of his clit, he shrieked at the sudden pleasure.
“You were such a good boy, taking your punishment so well, ruining your own orgasm for us. Come, come now darling let me feel you.”
And he did, bucking senselessly against her hand like an animal in heat, wailing at the rush of heat and pressure that coursed through his veins. Cunt clenching around the cock inside of him so tightly Graecia laughed and stopped trusting, pulling him all the way down into his lap and rubbing his clit all throughout his orgasm. Dragging it out until he’s crying and shaking in over sensitivity. She thrusted into his prone body one, two, three times before groaning long and low in his ear and Romulus felt her cock pulse inside of him as she came, filling up to the brim with warmth. It felt like it went on forever until finally it stopped and Graecia pulled out unceremoniously, leaving him to drop bonelessly onto the bed.
Romulus hardly had a moment to breathe before he’s being hauled up again, this time by Aegyptus’ capable hands. She flipped him over onto his stomach, pulling up his hips to give his ass a sharp smack that made him jump. He didn’t bother trying to hold himself up with his arms, letting himself lay face down against the sheets. Aegyptus turned his head to the side so that she could see his expression when she slid her fingers through the cum leaking from his hole, smiling wickedly as he moaned and weakly bucked his hips.
“You should see yourself darling.” She hummed. “You look absolutely pathetic.”
When she slid into him, he could only moan and take it, letting her rock his body however she saw fit, reduced to nothing but a doll for her pleasure. This was how Aegyptus liked to fuck him, never first, always after he’s already fucked dumb. Pliant and open to use however she wanted. She leaned over him, her soft breasts pressing against his back.
“Gods, look at you.” He hardly heard her over the sounds of skin against skin and his own mewling. “You look so stupid. No better than a street whore.”
Romulus can only imagine. Eyes rolled back, drooling and sobbing, making an absolute mess of himself. He can feel Graecia’s cum leaking out of him with every thrust of Aegyptus’ hips and he couldn’t help but to clench to try and keep it all in. Aegyptus laughed at him, and he squealed when she pinched his oversensitive clit, uselessly trying to move away from her hand.
“You were so good coming for Graecia. Won’t you come for me too baby?”
Romulus was helpless to resist her, coming with a garbled cry that might have at some point been her name. His body quivered as she fucked him through it until finally she stilled, moaning beautifully in his ear as filled him. She pulled out slowly, making sure he felt every inch, teasing him by grinding forward again just to feel him shiver before finally slipping out and turning him over to prop him up against the headboard. He’s panting like he just finished marching, his heart beat loud in his ears. Graecia crawled up to Aegyptus, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her fiercely. She traced down her body with her lips, stopping to lick at her nipples before burying her face between her legs. Aegyptus’ softening cock lay against her thigh, covered in Romulus’ own wetness and both hers and Graecia’s cum. Graecia licked her lips before leaning down to take the soft cock into her mouth, cleaning it. Romulus couldn't tear his eyes away from the display, watching with rapt attention as Graecia pulled off with an obscene pop and pulled Aegyptus down to kiss her again.
When they finally pulled away from each other, they turned their gazes to Romulus and he had the sudden urge to beg for mercy. They grabbed at his already bruised thighs, pulling him towards them so that his stuffed and leaking hole was revealed to their greedy eyes. Before Romulus could even begin to protest, their tongues were licking hot stripes through his folds and up his poor, sore clit and Romulus couldn’t help it. He shrieked and tried to move away but their hands held him still. He could feel Graecia greedily sticking her tongue inside him, emptying him out while Aegyptus mouthed at his swollen clit. Just as she had promised earlier.
“No, no more no more please It’s too much it hurts please—“
“You beg for us to stop yet you’re rubbing against us so greedily darling.” The mirth in Graecia’s voice was obvious and Romulus mewled pathetically because she’s right. He bucked against them, eager for more of that sinful pleasure even though his body ached from overstimulation. He’s crying real tears now, hiccuping long sobs mixed with moans as one of their hands gripped his ass hard enough to bruise.
“One more, one more for us baby and then you’re done. Come for us one more time, sweet boy.”
Romulus must have blacked out, because the last thing he remembered is screaming his release, hands grabbing desperately at Aegyptus’ and Graecia’s hair as he rode it out. When he opened his eyes again, there was a wet cloth cleaning his thighs and he was being cradled against Graecia’s chest.
“There’s our good boy.” She hummed at him, kissing his cheek. Romulus only snuggled against her neck, high and floaty on pleasure and satisfaction. Aegyptus crawled over to him to give him a kiss of her own, caressing his face.
“You were so beautiful darling, making such a mess.”
Romulus was confused for a moment before Aegyptus led his gaze to the bedsheets where he found what can only be described as a puddle where he had lain not long ago. Flushing in embarrassment, he buried his face back against Graecia’s breasts as they giggled and held him between them, falling asleep as the first bird song sounded outside.