Lagertha
Devilishly Wicked
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2014
- Location
- Conneticut
Amor Vitus had grown up in the crown jewels of gladiator houses, housing only the finest of gladiators to come through. Be it from war, from slavery, from free will, each man seemed to deem themselves a champion of the arena one way or another. Some lived, some died, but each of them had a vigor to live every moment like it was the last one they would ever get. Amor’s father and mother were widely known among Rome, and all the noble families flocked to their houses when parties ensued. Sometimes the parties were meaningless, a small tournament in a child’s favor for their birthday, a present to a general, but everyone knew their parties were grand.
She had grown up with some of the men, so thrilled to hear some of the war stories the gladiators in their home had been willing to tell with the young girl. It was her favorite thing, sitting with the gladiators listening to their stories. This also wasn’t the wisest of decisions. Sometimes the men that came through were not the happiest to come into their house, and Amor had often found times where she had rushed to the guards for safety. Though most of the gladiators in their house, breed champions, were eager to put these men in their place. For honor was everything to a Gladiator, and these men taught her so much.
Amor had taken a liking to one of the many gladiators that had come to service her family. Though she was only a girl of sixteen and only just recently able to join in the explicit parties her family threw, she had grown up with the man so to speak. Amor had been just a girl of ten when he had first came to their house, and though their age was vast, the two had clicked like puzzle pieces forming a quick friendship. She had never thought anything of it, endless conversations, enjoying his company and playing board games with him, as well as listening to him about his fights and life before the arena. Amor had also heard him speak about his worries, his regrets. They had become the best of friends over the years, and Amor had been more than pleased when she had been allowed to finally watch him fight in the pits at thirteen. There was nothing more enjoyable than cheering on the man she had grown to know as her best friend. However, she had never seen their relationship turning in the angle it had been turning to in the last year.
At ten she had been innocent to the idea of having him as a friend, of watching him grow in his fighting style every day and him watching her grow up each year. Now, the past year things between the friends had changed. Perhaps it had been the fact Amor was sixteen, at an age where her hormones seemed to be swinging with need and want. Perhaps it was the only relationships her mother flaunted in front of her from other noble women and men sick of their marriages, secretes she would take to her grave with the gladiators that had bed those nobles. Or perhaps it was just natural for the two of, as their friendship had felt within the first few months he had appeared.
Amor had found herself growing more needy of the man she had been friends with him, mindlessly flirting with him the past year. She wasn’t even exactly sure how it had happened to begin with, when it had really started but their flirting had taken a hold of them both. The flirting had turned to soft touching, of hands like couples might do, and kissing and...Well Amor had found herself fooling around with the man more than once, and more so in the last few months. In a degree she felt ashamed, and in a way she did not. It had felt natural, to touch him, to be touched by him, to kiss him, and their bodies had pressed together so perfectly. Amor had been thinking, innocently, what it might feel like to go all the way if fooling around had felt so right, but she knew better. She was a virgin after all, and had yet to be wed away to a noble that could take over the Vitus house if her parents passed the torch.
Amor anymore tried to not think about, especially since she was here in the midst of one of her parents finer of parties. Sometimes, just quite a lot, her parents enjoyed throwing the parties to have fun. Now that Amor was old enough, she could sit around with her other friends her age, watching the sexual things that happened. Amor could only feel herself turned on, watching her mother and father call forth the servants that would dance in the center of the room, or the pairings of servant and gladiator that were fucking in front of the nobles. Amor was at least good at holding her guise around her friends as they watched the male and female fuck doggy style, for everyone's amusement. Though, Amor secretly wished she knew what the woman was feeling, how it felt.
“It must feel really good from the way she’s screaming..” Her friend Callisto spoke, her dark hair having been pulled back over her ivory skin. She was slightly taller than Amor, Callisto stood at 5’8. Callisto was a stalky thing, more bone than skin, and the pale dress she wore made her like a twig. Her brown eyes were looking in the direction Amor had been looking however, the middle of the room where the Vitus couple had set up some of their gladiator’s with some of their servants to fuck for everyone’s amusement. She could see the servant girl, bent in front of one of the tan gladiator’s getting pounded from behind, the girl wailing in pleasure it seemed. “Either that or it must really be painful...do you think it’ll be painful Amor?” Callisto’s dark eyes turned to Amor who looked at her with golden hues quite frightened at the idea of it being painful. She had always imagined it would feel quite good, but now she questioned it.
"I would think we’ll find out one way or another when we are wed finally.." Amor commented looking away from Callisto back to the man fucking the woman. The poor girl was drooling on the ground, almost mindless it seems, and the chatter amongst nobles walking around, or sitting down, stifled some of the girls cries.
“Does she complain about it?” Callisto asked looking at the small Amor who only stood a good 5’3. Amor’s auburn hair was pulled back, halfway up, away from her pale shoulders. Her mother had always been jealous of Amor’s reddish hair, and often wore wigs a similar color. Amor shifted uneasy, holding a glass of wine her mother had pushed into her hand. Her golden hues looked down into the golden goblet, looking at the red wine swish around as the man grunted, and the girl cried for the last time. Amor’s attention looked up, watching the servant girl fall to the ground panting as the Gladiator groaned, moving to his feet. “Oh my…” Callisto looked at the man from an angle, seeing his still erect cock pull from the woman as he stood.
"She doesn’t complain about it..she laughs about it with the other servants." Amor said, her face turning a soft hue of pink as Callisto looked at her. Amor’s gown was an elegant green, a mixture of golds and creams wrapping into her dress. The dress clung to her form in all the right places, showing off her large bust line, her small waist and thick hips. For some reason, Amor felt like her dress was tighter than usual, perhaps it was the wine. "I think she actually likes that gladiator.." Amor commented smiling softly with her rosy lips.
“Who wouldn’t? He’s a fucking gladiator!” Amor and Calliasto both jumped, Amor spilling the wine from her lips onto the marble ground. Both girl’s jerked around, seeing another teenage girl laughing at them. “What? Is there something on my face?” The girl was much shorter, bushy brows and dark hair pulled up. The girl wasn’t very flattering looking, a modest face she had.
“Heva that isn’t funny! You made me piss myself and you made Amor spit out her wine!” Callisto whined, but Amor smiled, covering her lips laughing. Heva, the girl that had frightened them smiled and laughed with her.
“Is that what I smelled? I thought it was that man shooting liquid into that girl’s pussy!” Heva laughed, though quite short, she was a girl of eighteen and had been to far more parties then the two of them.
"Oh Heva, I was wondering where you were." Amor reached her right arm forward, wrapping it around the girl that hugged her. Gladiators lined the wall, out of the way waiting for orders from the nobles that lounged around, though some of the nobles had gone off to private rooms to fool around, and some still sat in the room touching one another as they watched the gladiators.
“Aye. I got here quite late. My father was drunk as always, mother woke him up telling him ‘The Vitus family is having another party..a sex one!’ Woke him right up.” Heva had leaned in when she had quoted her mother and the three girls laughed. “So you two are just standing there awkwardly watching two people have sex. Won’t you both relax?”
“No! It looks painful.” Callisto shook her head, and Heva laughed. Heva was married, surprisingly. Though most of Amor’s friends were not, Heva had known her husband since they were young, and both had wanted to marry one another for a long time.
“Not as painful as you think, it’s quite nice.” Heva started looking at the thin Callisto who look baffled. Amor’s chin was on her shoulders, watching her parents snap their fingers for some different servants and gladiators to pair up for their amusement. “Shall I tell you two about it?”
“Please don’t!” Callisto groaned.
"Go ahead and tell her Heva, she was asking me if it hurt. I wouldn’t know..If you don’t mind I’m going to...freshen up." Amor mused, though really she felt awkward in this type of conversation. How exactly did she tell two of her friends she was imagining what it’d be like to be in that girl’s position, and who she was imagining with.
“Okay! So Callisto it goes like this..” Heva began as Amor sighed, pushing past them. The walls were pale colored, the flooring pale as well, light filled up every room in the Vitus house but Amor pushed past and out of the biggest and busiest room. She needed air, needed to get away from all the sexual noises running through her head and the laughter of the nobles.
Amor found herself on the balcony, away from the throng of people and bodies. She leaned against the railing, the doors open behind her as servants walked back and forth with trays and pitchers of wine, as well as guests moved to and fro. Amor sighed, exhaling a large breath as she sat her glass down, most of the liquid now gone, as her golden hues looked at the night sky. She tugged on her dress, fanning herself off and trying to make it feel looser than it did currently.
She had grown up with some of the men, so thrilled to hear some of the war stories the gladiators in their home had been willing to tell with the young girl. It was her favorite thing, sitting with the gladiators listening to their stories. This also wasn’t the wisest of decisions. Sometimes the men that came through were not the happiest to come into their house, and Amor had often found times where she had rushed to the guards for safety. Though most of the gladiators in their house, breed champions, were eager to put these men in their place. For honor was everything to a Gladiator, and these men taught her so much.
Amor had taken a liking to one of the many gladiators that had come to service her family. Though she was only a girl of sixteen and only just recently able to join in the explicit parties her family threw, she had grown up with the man so to speak. Amor had been just a girl of ten when he had first came to their house, and though their age was vast, the two had clicked like puzzle pieces forming a quick friendship. She had never thought anything of it, endless conversations, enjoying his company and playing board games with him, as well as listening to him about his fights and life before the arena. Amor had also heard him speak about his worries, his regrets. They had become the best of friends over the years, and Amor had been more than pleased when she had been allowed to finally watch him fight in the pits at thirteen. There was nothing more enjoyable than cheering on the man she had grown to know as her best friend. However, she had never seen their relationship turning in the angle it had been turning to in the last year.
At ten she had been innocent to the idea of having him as a friend, of watching him grow in his fighting style every day and him watching her grow up each year. Now, the past year things between the friends had changed. Perhaps it had been the fact Amor was sixteen, at an age where her hormones seemed to be swinging with need and want. Perhaps it was the only relationships her mother flaunted in front of her from other noble women and men sick of their marriages, secretes she would take to her grave with the gladiators that had bed those nobles. Or perhaps it was just natural for the two of, as their friendship had felt within the first few months he had appeared.
Amor had found herself growing more needy of the man she had been friends with him, mindlessly flirting with him the past year. She wasn’t even exactly sure how it had happened to begin with, when it had really started but their flirting had taken a hold of them both. The flirting had turned to soft touching, of hands like couples might do, and kissing and...Well Amor had found herself fooling around with the man more than once, and more so in the last few months. In a degree she felt ashamed, and in a way she did not. It had felt natural, to touch him, to be touched by him, to kiss him, and their bodies had pressed together so perfectly. Amor had been thinking, innocently, what it might feel like to go all the way if fooling around had felt so right, but she knew better. She was a virgin after all, and had yet to be wed away to a noble that could take over the Vitus house if her parents passed the torch.
Amor anymore tried to not think about, especially since she was here in the midst of one of her parents finer of parties. Sometimes, just quite a lot, her parents enjoyed throwing the parties to have fun. Now that Amor was old enough, she could sit around with her other friends her age, watching the sexual things that happened. Amor could only feel herself turned on, watching her mother and father call forth the servants that would dance in the center of the room, or the pairings of servant and gladiator that were fucking in front of the nobles. Amor was at least good at holding her guise around her friends as they watched the male and female fuck doggy style, for everyone's amusement. Though, Amor secretly wished she knew what the woman was feeling, how it felt.
“It must feel really good from the way she’s screaming..” Her friend Callisto spoke, her dark hair having been pulled back over her ivory skin. She was slightly taller than Amor, Callisto stood at 5’8. Callisto was a stalky thing, more bone than skin, and the pale dress she wore made her like a twig. Her brown eyes were looking in the direction Amor had been looking however, the middle of the room where the Vitus couple had set up some of their gladiator’s with some of their servants to fuck for everyone’s amusement. She could see the servant girl, bent in front of one of the tan gladiator’s getting pounded from behind, the girl wailing in pleasure it seemed. “Either that or it must really be painful...do you think it’ll be painful Amor?” Callisto’s dark eyes turned to Amor who looked at her with golden hues quite frightened at the idea of it being painful. She had always imagined it would feel quite good, but now she questioned it.
"I would think we’ll find out one way or another when we are wed finally.." Amor commented looking away from Callisto back to the man fucking the woman. The poor girl was drooling on the ground, almost mindless it seems, and the chatter amongst nobles walking around, or sitting down, stifled some of the girls cries.
“Does she complain about it?” Callisto asked looking at the small Amor who only stood a good 5’3. Amor’s auburn hair was pulled back, halfway up, away from her pale shoulders. Her mother had always been jealous of Amor’s reddish hair, and often wore wigs a similar color. Amor shifted uneasy, holding a glass of wine her mother had pushed into her hand. Her golden hues looked down into the golden goblet, looking at the red wine swish around as the man grunted, and the girl cried for the last time. Amor’s attention looked up, watching the servant girl fall to the ground panting as the Gladiator groaned, moving to his feet. “Oh my…” Callisto looked at the man from an angle, seeing his still erect cock pull from the woman as he stood.
"She doesn’t complain about it..she laughs about it with the other servants." Amor said, her face turning a soft hue of pink as Callisto looked at her. Amor’s gown was an elegant green, a mixture of golds and creams wrapping into her dress. The dress clung to her form in all the right places, showing off her large bust line, her small waist and thick hips. For some reason, Amor felt like her dress was tighter than usual, perhaps it was the wine. "I think she actually likes that gladiator.." Amor commented smiling softly with her rosy lips.
“Who wouldn’t? He’s a fucking gladiator!” Amor and Calliasto both jumped, Amor spilling the wine from her lips onto the marble ground. Both girl’s jerked around, seeing another teenage girl laughing at them. “What? Is there something on my face?” The girl was much shorter, bushy brows and dark hair pulled up. The girl wasn’t very flattering looking, a modest face she had.
“Heva that isn’t funny! You made me piss myself and you made Amor spit out her wine!” Callisto whined, but Amor smiled, covering her lips laughing. Heva, the girl that had frightened them smiled and laughed with her.
“Is that what I smelled? I thought it was that man shooting liquid into that girl’s pussy!” Heva laughed, though quite short, she was a girl of eighteen and had been to far more parties then the two of them.
"Oh Heva, I was wondering where you were." Amor reached her right arm forward, wrapping it around the girl that hugged her. Gladiators lined the wall, out of the way waiting for orders from the nobles that lounged around, though some of the nobles had gone off to private rooms to fool around, and some still sat in the room touching one another as they watched the gladiators.
“Aye. I got here quite late. My father was drunk as always, mother woke him up telling him ‘The Vitus family is having another party..a sex one!’ Woke him right up.” Heva had leaned in when she had quoted her mother and the three girls laughed. “So you two are just standing there awkwardly watching two people have sex. Won’t you both relax?”
“No! It looks painful.” Callisto shook her head, and Heva laughed. Heva was married, surprisingly. Though most of Amor’s friends were not, Heva had known her husband since they were young, and both had wanted to marry one another for a long time.
“Not as painful as you think, it’s quite nice.” Heva started looking at the thin Callisto who look baffled. Amor’s chin was on her shoulders, watching her parents snap their fingers for some different servants and gladiators to pair up for their amusement. “Shall I tell you two about it?”
“Please don’t!” Callisto groaned.
"Go ahead and tell her Heva, she was asking me if it hurt. I wouldn’t know..If you don’t mind I’m going to...freshen up." Amor mused, though really she felt awkward in this type of conversation. How exactly did she tell two of her friends she was imagining what it’d be like to be in that girl’s position, and who she was imagining with.
“Okay! So Callisto it goes like this..” Heva began as Amor sighed, pushing past them. The walls were pale colored, the flooring pale as well, light filled up every room in the Vitus house but Amor pushed past and out of the biggest and busiest room. She needed air, needed to get away from all the sexual noises running through her head and the laughter of the nobles.
Amor found herself on the balcony, away from the throng of people and bodies. She leaned against the railing, the doors open behind her as servants walked back and forth with trays and pitchers of wine, as well as guests moved to and fro. Amor sighed, exhaling a large breath as she sat her glass down, most of the liquid now gone, as her golden hues looked at the night sky. She tugged on her dress, fanning herself off and trying to make it feel looser than it did currently.