A Little Seduction [Reserved]

[Silver Lining]

Abelia could hear the whispers of the other sirens, the beautiful young women voicing their opinions on the given matter. She had been chosen as a gift for the triumphant Gladiator of their time, Vance. He was a noble man now, known for his strength and determination against all other foes placed in front of him. Those that were offered to lay with the victor were known as the prestigious temptresses that were often favored by Caesar himself. Abelia, being one of them.

She was a supple, tender young woman of the mere age of eighteen. The youngest one present, she was also the most sought after. Having been graced with the curvaceous frame of her mother, and pale flesh. It was as soft as silk, barely any hair present upon her body except for the voluptuous curls adorning the top of her head. Falling in golden tresses to the small of her back, brilliant eyes of cerulean sparkled beneath the intimate lighting of the room.

From the elegant slope of her nose, to the luscious petals that made up her lips, it was apparent why Abelia was under the protection of Caesar at such a young age. Having been brought into his legion of women when but a child, she was trained to be polite and respect men as they were gazed upon as Gods themselves. Keen on the footsteps outside the door, fingers wound themselves within the layers of transparent fabric that adorned her. Sparkling beneath the fiery illumination, she looked to be a present, secured with a bow.

Now, did she object to sleeping with men she did not know? Of course not, this was her life...how she was raised, and it was all she knew. Women were envious and men looked to her with ravenous lust, her life was covered in gems and expensive treasures. She was given an opportunity not many had, and this, was what she did for a living. Worshipped by the mouths, hands and cocks of men that throbbed in wanting for her and only her. Abelia licked along her lower lip, anticipating the excitement that flowed through her veins, such akin to a drug.

It was exhilarating, being handled by a warrior. A man that was blood thirsty and frustrated, someone who would use her, thrust deep inside until she was marked with his scent inside and out. Gods, the thought had her toes curling against the marble floor. Unable to contain herself, she saddled up against the edge of the bed, pillows and sheets mounted atop to give them a comfortable padding.

It was almost time, her racing heart thumping within her ears like a wild drum. Untamed, eager and awaiting for this newfound partner, her young body ached for attention. She hadn't lain with anyone but Caesar himself for months, and his touch was growing tiring, useless...and without taste. Of course, she praised him day in and day out, ruffled his feathers to give him the ego he was capable of carrying. This man, however...Vance...sounded like he'd give her quite her full after tonight.

 

[Million]

Through many years as a farmer, Vance managed to take good care of his body and also grow many various crops. However, one day the Empire of Rome demanded his land and in his resistance, was captured.

He was thrown into the gladiator pit to fight lions in amusement of the Empire lead under Caesar whom barely could stand the sight on Vance. However, the gods of war had other plans for Vance. They filled him with the berserker rage, a gift considered as the greatest gift a warrior could receive. With the berserker rage, he went on a rampage and slaughtered several lions before falling unconscious on the ground due the blood loss of all the small cuts upwards his arms.

As the time went, Vance met many different types of challengers within the ring and he grew slowly but surely more respected amongst the other slaves and within the citizens of Rome. However, this final day, he had slain the greatest champion of Rome and was rewarded greatly in both gold and power. But the biggest prize for Vance was a woman, so beautiful that even the starriest night would look like dirt in comparison to her. He hadn't seen her before, but he was told a lot of things about her.

With the golden helmet under his left arm, he made his way through a chamber of women laying on pillows and banisters, all in service of Caesar for his needs. His golden sturdy boots made a clacking sounds which echoed the room faintly, almost enough to silence the scraping his thighs made because of his golden reinforced leggings. On his chest, he had the picture a dragon engraved within the golden surface. He brushed his long black hair to the side and gave the women a grin while making his way through them. Enviousness was all one could see in their eyes as they all knew who Vance had come to see. A few women even stopped him and asked as seducing as they could. "Hey there, handsome... Why don't you forget all about that little girl and have some fun with me instead?". They were all winking and pleading for him to stay when he finally stopped. They did realize that they had been declined when he gave them a little huff and moved on.

He stood now before the door that separated him from his woman. He sighed softly for a moment, wondering what she looked like. If she would be the beauty they all spoke of. He had always wanted to be with a woman as the only closure he had felt the past years was foes he met in the arena and the sociality of the other slaves in the dungeon.
He placed the helmet on a small pillar just next to him before opening the door, stepping inside to the dark, yet see-able room that had a soothing fragrance lingering in the air. He peered around before seeing a silhouette on the bed.

 

[Silver Lining]

The doors creaked open, and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Abelia turned her head, eyes calculating every movement the man made. From his silhouette, she could see that he was very tall, and very muscular. He had to be everything those women whispered him to be, and to have him all to herself? Abelia dared to grin like a spoiled nymph before pushing herself off of the bed, her gown falling around her feet in a silken pool. Pushing aside the drapery that hung from the golden bars surrounding the divan, she peeked her head around the corner teasingly. Her hair matched this playfulness, falling around her face to create a shadow amongst most of her features.

"Good evening," she murmured, her voice tedious in its calm demeanor. She sounded as beautiful as she looked, finally emerging to close the distance between them within a few glides, yet she kept a few paces lingering. Abelia pushed aside her stubborn hair, revealing to him an expression that could only be described as needy. Her core was practically throbbing for attention now and thus, she was holding herself back from pleading for him to take her then and now. This was his night of victory, his present...and she would do absolutely anything he asked of her.

He was handsome, and forced her young mouth to salivate with hunger. It was a blessing to be given the privilege of worshipping a warrior's body. They worked, through blood and sweat until they killed or were killed. Vance was looking to her as if she were an outlet, an escape from reality where it was only them...locked within each other in an entanglement of limbs. Abelia took much pride in her duties, and it showed in the way she lifted her hand delicately, each movement precise with grace.

"I've been eager to meet you," she whispered, pushing down one sleeve of her dressing, forcing the material to fall beneath the swell of her left breast. Firm and plump, her nipple was a beautiful shade of pink, the hardened pucker illuminated by the candles surrounding them. Soon the other sleeve followed and the cloth caught upon her hips, her upper body exposed in all its glory. Under long lashes, her eyes narrowed upon him and she smirked, reaching out to beckon him with a taunting curl of her index finger. "Won't you feast on your prize, Vance?"

 

[Million]

Never before had he seen such a beauty in his life. Even though the light was dim, her gracefulness shone up the room in a sensual, yet divine way that made him blink several time. Vance took one step closer and felt the sweet fragrance of softness sweep against his face that had only seen brute executions the past years. When she came closer to him, he could now see why she'd put the stars to shame. His eyes went from the bottom of her dress and slowly upwards her legs, seeing a hint of her curves inside. His eyes fixated slowly on her waist only to see her slender waist bone bulge slightly to the sides before continuing his journey with his eyes upwards to her belly. After pulling a little smirk across his face when he had eyed her breasts, he let his eyes ascend towards her face.

"Good evening, Indeed." was all he managed to reply for now as he was lost into her eyes which sparkled like diamonds that instant. He felt how an urge for her build up in his body as he looked at her. His crude yet soft lips parted slightly as he was utterly lost in her beauty. She had the voice of a siren and the sight that only the goddess Aphrodite herself might perhaps match. He felt how his warrior-heart pound harder than his killing blows as she filled him with sensual lust.

Vance took another step towards her when she said she had been eager to meet him. Her whispers hit his cerebellum soothingly and almost slipped him off into a sensation one would ever feel as if laying on a soft cloud.
He blinked a couple of times and snapped out of it. He couldn't doze off into dream worlds now, even though his situation was very much alike one. He had won over his challengers and knew that this woman only lived to please and serve him for this moment. With light grips, he pulled off his golden gloves and threw them lightly to each side of him, only to reveal his large and brutish hands that still had a touch of tenderness within them. His eyes fixated on her sleeves as she pulled the thin fabric to reveal her left breast for him. Becoming all seduced, he felt a glee scoop forth which made him grin a bit. She followed by pulling on her other sleeve and reveal her naked upper body before him.

Her soft breasts fitted nicely on her chest, perked towards him as he eyed her nipples. Finding them almost as beautiful as her face, he licked his lips slowly with his tongue, leaving his lips slightly glistening in the dim light of the flickering candles. He breathed through his nose as he looked up at her again, arching an eyebrow and winked at her. "I have been eager to meet you to... All my challenges seems to pay off for real right now." He took some steps closer as she beckoned him over. The heavy steps of his plate armor surely made the room echo lightly but was quickly put to silence. He was merely a half meter away from her as he took off his chestplate and placing it to his left, revealing his well trained and muscular chest before her.

With lustful eyes, he peered into hers, hoping this night would last forever.

 

[Silver Lining]

She had lain with only a handful of men, such warriors being a rarity it seemed these days. From his expression, Abelia could tell that he enjoyed looking at her. She was quite the treat for his eyes, of course, but...something was different. Every man that had seen her in such light wore the same expression, nonetheless, with him it came off as far more genuine. It wasn't completely unbridled and untamed, yet she felt as if the man standing before her was actually admiring every detail she bore to him. Abelia's heart fluttered when he began to step closer to her, forcing her knees to grow weak with every inch crushed. Oh, this man was going to make her scream up towards the heaven tonight, she could feel it blister within her very gut.

Smiling at his words, her vision was filled with an expanse of hardened, naked flesh that made up his chest. "Are you now? Am I everything you hoped I would be," she asked gently, lifting her hand. Fingertips trailed along the fighter's skin, tracing every muscle and indent she could find. He was gorgeous, even though his arms were littered with scars and his hands were calloused due to his life of working. Abelia could respect a man when she saw one, and Vance was the prime example of such a beast.

Though, she figured it was time for him to know the true touch of a woman.

Leaning in, her eyes cast upwards as to meet his vision with a challenge, her lips stroked along his collarbone. To be able to reach, she was already on her tippy toes, paying careful attention to the spots that a regular woman would think not to caress on a man. She kissed and cooed her way along his chest, her hands having met his, giving them a reassuring squeeze. He felt wonderful against her, the warmth radiating off of his form nearly melting her into a puddle of goo then and there. When was the last time she felt this enraptured within a Gladiator? She couldn't remember and she truly hadn't the mind to try to. Instead, she allowed her lips to part and for a slick pink tongue to sneak out.

Licking down the middle of his upper body, she stopped, her cheek nestled up against where his heart drummed wildly, sending a vibration throughout her skull. "Touch me," Abelia begged in the softest of whispers, her fingers now rung through his, bringing them evermore closer. "I'm yours for the evening...take me however you please," she alleged, turning her vision back up towards her personal combatant.

 

[Million]

Vance knew now how much she needed him. While looking into her needy eyes, he couldn't help but stroke her gentle soft hands with his large crude ones as she closed in on him. He enjoyed very much the feeling of her firm lips caress his collarbone. Since Vance never had been touched by a woman that way before, he let go of her hands and placed them on her waist, stroking her softly before pushing her lightly to him so he could feel her perky and lusted nipples grind lightly against his chest.

It was a pure joy to feel the two hard yet tender knobs grin against his muscles. He was strong and had a strong mentality, but something about her made him weak in a sensual way. He let his hands slowly glide over to her rear and back again. Vance grinned softly to himself when he felt her playful little tongue slipped forth her delightful lips and licked his chest. It was a feeling that sent shivers running down his spine while he felt something else going on in the lower part of his body.

With a gentle grip, he embraced her in his large strong arms, holding her as one would do with a very fragile and expensive porcelain vase. He held her closely to him and of her needy words, released one hand to wander over her body like a pilgrim before his palm smoothly swept over her belly. After making a little circle around her bellybutton with his hand, he moved it slowly upwards to her breasts, only to tease her. As he reached her soft and tender breasts, he grope the right one softly, giving it slowly a good squeeze before massaging it slightly. He kept his grin as he felt how her hardened knob grind against his rough hand as he touched her.

Everything was quiet in the room beside their breathing. His was slow and deep while her was light and manipulated through his touching on her chest. He noticed how her breath changed and gave the nipple a little pinch before letting go of her breast. Vance stroked lightly down her right side before doing the same on her left with his other hand. He peered down at her into her eyes before he leaned in and closed his eyes. His crude lips touched hers, nibbling softly on her lower lip for only a moment before giving her a passionate kiss. One would think that a brute like himself wouldn't know how to kiss a woman like that, but at that moment, it was the perfect kiss to receive. He enjoyed the feeling of her innocent and soft lips push against his as he parted them lightly with his, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth to firmly stroke against hers for just a moment.

 

[Silver Lining]

It sent a ripple of excitement up the entirety of her spine, a gentle gasp pushing between her lips to hang heavily in the air. He hadn't even touched her sensually, yet instead merely held her close to his body, the difference in height and general size near comical, but also strangely endearing. Abelia hadn't felt like this ever, or at least, that's what she thought. Her young body was being put on a whirlwind of sensations, her head already swimming in a muck of what she could only describe as bliss.

Was this how sex always felt? Even that word, sex, couldn't quite describe the act that they were about to commit. Instead of wracking her currently feeble mind for a proper answer, she opted for giving completely in, growing faintly weak within his grip whilst she whimpered her appreciation.

As if it couldn't get any better, or at least she thought, he dared to touch the sensitive nub that was perked with wantonness. It felt brilliant, allowing for the young woman to thrust her head back, neck arched and flesh bared in all its glory. By Gods, he was going to drive her crazy with just a few caresses. Determined not to fall beneath herself just yet, small hands clutched at firm shoulders, allowing for her to remain upright and steady.

"Oohh...please," she breathed out in a plead, "...don't stop..."

Abelia was certain that if he did stop, she would probably faint out of sheer frustration. Before she could voice out anything else however, her mouth was occupied with his own. The tender touching of lips, closely accompanied by a curious tongue eased her worried mind into a numbed state of toxicity. "Mmm..." Moaning with pleased exclamations, she returned each nip in full, her own tongue slipping across the length of his. He acquired a musky taste, one that sank into her taste buds and dared to consume her entire mouth with one stroke. Gasping, she pressed into him, up into torturous hands and firm muscles. More, all Abelia could make out was that she wanted more. No...indeed, she needed more.

 

[Million]

Their kiss grew steadily and rather quickly heated and as passionate he kissed her, the more intense it all became. He felt a warm sensation wash through his body as he held her in his arms. The moon shone into the rooms just in the middle of the curtains that hang heavily in front of the window. The moonlight illuminated them both.

Vance peered into her eyes, sparkling and shining up due the moon for a moment before breaking the kiss. He remained silent for a little moment, not saying or doing anything before he spread his legs lightly. He then pushed her backwards, falling back onto the bed with her. He spread his arms and supported himself to be able to look down at her. Since he had spread his legs at the forehand, he was now fully able to rest his knees on the mattress as he eyed her eyes. He leaned in again slowly to place a gentle kiss on her plump lips before kissing her cheek softly, trailing his way down to her neck.

The kisses made on her neck were slowly directed to her collarbone and from there downwards. His wet lips touched the edge of her left breast, making it wiggle ever so slightly as he were putting a bit of suckling into each kiss. He trailed around on the breast like a little child wanting the nipple for milk there he laid above her, only teasing her.

"Such a tender body... Deserves tender behavior... " He looked up at her and gave her a wink. "...for now."
He grinned at her before placing another round of kisses around her other breast, teasing her even more as he enjoyed hearing her voice pleading for more and feel her body do the same.

 

[Silver Lining]

Before she could take notice of them being so close to the edge of the bed, she was whisked off of her feet and her back made contact with the soft pillows below. The sudden fall was startling, but she was quickly soothed when she looked up to witness Vance peering from above her. Now in a considerably vulnerable position, she was able to stretch out and make use of all these outlandish materials that would aid them in sleeping here tonight. She had to admit, the silk felt marvelous against her heated flesh while it was somewhat cool to the touch. Abelia felt her lips twist at the corners, a smile forming until their mouths parted and she was left to suck in some much needed air.

Lightheaded, aching and inevitably turned on, the young woman kept her hands settled on the warrior's shoulders, not willing to let go of him just yet. She knew now why the older women were so envious of her, because they must have known from the very beginning, what he would be like in bed. It wasn't just the act of physical attraction or him being quite the powerhouse, but instead, he knew what he was doing. There was another side to him, one that had to be rarely seen and yet Abelia was witnessing such three times over. Was she suppose to? Was this...some sort of reward she had earned?

It felt like it, and she couldn't help but practically glow in happiness. "Hnn..." Every kiss to her chest was marvelous and had her toes curling out of favor for his teasing ministrations. Digging the heels of her bare feet into the mountains of cloth then, she dared to giggle when he brushed up against a particularly sensitive spot on her side. "For...now? That...t-that implies that you'll...you won't be tender..." Abelia's statement was broken in a whine, her hand shooting up to tangle slender fingers within the thick tresses decorating Vance's scalp. "I don't want you to be tender...even now," she admitted, eyes lit up with a fiery passion. It was true, however delicate she was, she enjoyed the roughened use of a lustful man more than anything.

 

[Million]

"I noticed from the very first moment I saw you that you wouldn't like me to be tender... But rough with you."
He said, looking at her with a look only a gentleman would have. However, he had other thoughts in mind than being gentle all the way. He placed a soft kiss on each of her perky nipples and nibbled for just a moment on them both to tease her even more. He pulled a bit back and eyed the sight of her laying there, looking at him. Vance's eyes then narrowed down towards her breasts. Her perky nubs were lightly glistening in the moonlight due his saliva.

Vance stood up on the floor again, looking at her. One could almost believe that he was to turn again, not wanting her or being pleased with what she had to offer, but it was all her imagination if she was to think so. He leaned forwards and grabbed the clothing around her waist and pulled the remaining clothes off her, only to reveal her naked body before him. He placed the silken soft clothes of hers against his waist before slipping out of his golden leggings along with her clothes as well, revealing only a thin pair of underpants with a large bulge on up front.

"To start this properly off... I would need to be soft with you at first."

He gave her a little smile as he stood there looking down at her before slowly leaning over again, crawling onto all four to get over her body again. He kissed your forehead gently while he let his left hand stroke upwards her right leg, slowly yet surely closing her highs.

 

[Silver Lining]

How did he know? Abelia watched him carefully, trying to figure him out but soon her hopes were dashed the moment his mouth made contact with her nipples. They were beyond sensitive and always had been, her back arching to further press into his attention, yearning for more. It was excruciating, the way her nerves sparked to life and tingled, all the way down to her core, where she throbbed mercilessly in between her thighs. If he kept that up, certainly he'd be able to make her come then and there, without any contact to her sensitive womanhood. Oh, what would he do down there? The possibilities were endless, and just thinking about it forced her body to squirm in rearing anticipation.

As fast as that pleasure came, it was gone and so was he.

Abelia whimpered, daring to reach out towards him and paw at the air, wanting him back. Where was he going? Did she not please him enough? Her eyes shone with confusion, lips parting and breath still ragged. No...he was merely undressing her, until she was blissfully bare to him. She had been previously bathed and shaven, so her skin glowed like the flickering flames surrounding them. He was a beautiful specimen, already growing firm within his undergarments, she carefully noted. Licking away the lingering saliva that painted her lips, she gazed upon the man in hunger. How much longer must she wait...

"I don't mind," she whispered, knowing she would have to be patient, at least for a little while. It would be worth it, of course. Good things always seemed to come to those who waited and Abelia was remaining true to her personal vendetta. This was his night, solely for him and she would do as he willed her to. Even if that meant she had to lay here for hours, enduring his torturous kisses and snide strokes of fingertips. Already driven close to the brink of insanity, the temptress waited with bated breath. "Hn, it feels wonderful..."