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Take Me

“Take what, my dear?” Ursinus growled with glee. I didn’t want to say it. I felt ashamed to say it but I knew that’s what he wanted.

“My… My pussy. Devour it. Please. Please, I beg you, eat me.”

I couldn’t believe I was using those vile words. Words that good Roman girls from upstanding families never said. Of course, those good Roman girls were never visited in their bedrooms by giant bear men bent on having their way with their virgin bodies… At least, not as far as I knew.

His tongue slid over my hot, wet lips finally and I found myself yelping and squealing, pressing my hips forward and driving them into his face.

“Oh, god, please!” I whined, my body shuddering. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted his tongue deep within my pussy, pressing into my snatch and exploring. I wanted him to taste and tease my clitty and make me cry and cum like a common whore for him…

He began to lap at my hole like a bear licking its wounds, slurping up my wetness and juices as he dug his hot, long tongue into me. Each stroke dug into my wet recesses and I exhaled loudly, shuddering, my muscles clenching around his tongue as he licked me. I wanted more and more with each passing moment and there was nothing that would satisfy me. Nothing except Ursinus.

And then, his tongue passed over my clit and I just about lost my mind. My heart was already pounding out of control and my breasts were already heaving but now, my body seemed to be exploding in ecstasy, shivers of pleasure passing up and down my spine as he swirled the tip of his tongue around the hood of my clit, placing just enough pressure on my little nub to bring me close to the peaks of pleasure without allowing me to fall off the edge.

Finally, his tongue fell into a steady rhythm of lapping at my swollen, dusky little nub. His tongue rained attention on me and I grabbed his head, running my fingers through his coarse, fur-like hair.

“Oh, gods, you’re an animal… You’re truly an animal…” I whined, my hips shaking along with my entire body. “Please, I’m all yours… Do as you will with me, just make me…”

I trailed off and Ursinus pause.

“Make you what?”

Gods, he wanted me to say it. He wanted me to be complicit in my own whoredom.

“Make me cum,” I whined. “Make my filthy little noble girl’s twat cum, Ursinus!”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He went back to the task at hand (or, should I say, at tongue), slurping at my wetness and my swollen nub, teasing and tickling it and filling my body with trembling, electric pleasure.

Now, of course, I have been… pleasuring myself… every since I was a girl. I know of no Roman girls who don’t enjoy, now and then, a relaxing session by themselves. If anything, it is encouraged among us noble, well-off girls—less need for us to go out and find a boy in the market place or a handsome lad from another family. Even though playing with others is tolerated (my father certainly knew of Quintus’s dalliances and turned the other eye), creating an embarrassing situation for your family—being caught in a carnal embrace or, worse, ending up with a child.

However, I had never, ever experienced anything like this. Even the Nubian girl my father brought in weekly to teach me the ways of men’s bodies had never driven me to these levels of ecstasy. My hips trembled and jerked under Ursinus’s talented tongue and I saw stars as I came.

“Please! More!” I squealed, grabbing him by the head, running my fingers through his hair and crushing his face into my pussy. My hole spasmed around his tongue and I gasped as I felt a long, thick finger slide into my tight back hole.

“Not there,” I whimpered as he pressed his digit into my ass. That was a common way, I knew, to prevent pregnancy and it was something my Nubian teacher had shown me before. I knew, too, that it was something Quintus enjoyed but I was afraid to try it…

“Why not?” growled Ursinus. I gasped as his finger drifted in deeper and deeper, digging into my tight back hole, well slicked by my abundant juices.

“Because… Because…” I whimpered.

“Your father would have me killed if I put a baby in that little noble girl belly of yours,” Ursinus continued. “So I think I’ll have to make sure I don’t. Don’t you agree?”

“He’ll have you killed anyone if he finds out…”

“Aye, he will…” Ursinus mused, and he pressed another finger into my tight hole. “But if you give birth to a babe all covered in hair with sharp teeth, it’ll be obvious, won’t it, who’s to blame?”

I couldn’t disagree with that, I supposed, but as I came down from the heights of my ecstasy, I had an idea.

“Please,” I said quickly, inching away from him and trying to slide his fingers out of my ass. “Let me use my mouth. I’ve practiced that before.”

Ursinus’s handsome face perked up when I mentioned this.

“Practiced, eh?”

“Yes! My father hires a courtesan to teach me the ways of pleasuring men. She…” I found myself blushing as I explained it, though what was there to be embarrassed of? Ursinus had already seen my most private parts, already brought me to orgasm and violated me… “She has me use my mouth on a wooden baton and she critiques my performance. Sometimes, she even wears it, pretends she’s a man, and orders me to get on my knees and pleasure her ‘cock’…”

“You Roman girls,” Ursinus sighed, sitting back on his haunches, a look of amazement on his face. “And you think we’re the barbarians.”

I didn’t have anything to say to that. Ursinus stood tall and I knelt before him, his massive, magnificent cock directly in front of my face. It was far larger than the wooden baton I had practiced on and I found myself gulping nervously. How would this ever fit in my mouth, let alone my cunt or even my ass? I couldn’t believe that Ursinus was this big but there, there he was, his cock veiny and thick, twitching in excitement, a clear drop of juice sitting on the tip of his cock. I took it slowly in my hands, feeling his warm, excited flesh melt between my fingers as I began to stroke it, sliding the flesh of his shaft over his hardness.

“Mmm… You’ve got quite nice hands,” he said with a smile. I couldn’t help but blush at this. I jacked him off slowly, as I knew men often like, but I was quite aware that he expected me to go further. Slowly, I pressed my lips to the fat cockhead before me, tasting his meaty, warm flesh.

“That’s a good girl,” Ursinus whispered. I began to slide my tongue along his shaft, teasing his warm flesh. He was surprisingly soft, despite being so hard, as if he had a huge rod of iron covered in soft flesh. I allowed his cock to slide into my mouth now, swirling my tongue around his meat as I began to bob my head, letting my teeth only barely graze his flesh. I bobbed my head faster and faster, grunting as his cock hit the back of my throat. God, he was so big. I had never had anything this big in my mouth. I had practiced taking a baton deep into my throat and I could do it without too much trouble, but this was far too big.

To make things even more intense, Ursinus gripped me by the hair, forcing my face further onto his cock and pressing my nose into his crotch. I gurgled and sputtered on his cock as the huge head disappeared down my throat. I felt like I was choking, like I couldn’t breathe, but somehow, I kept it together. He began to thrust into my mouth, using my face like a toy to pleasure his cock. I squeezed my eyes shut, just focusing all my efforts on pleasuring his cock, on making him cum. I wanted him to cum, I realized. I wanted to taste that thick, manly, bearish cum filling my throat, sliding over my tongue. I was hungry for his cum and I was hungry for him to make me his by filling my mouth with his hot seed.

“Ugh, gods,” Ursinus muttered. He began to slide his cock all the way out of my mouth before slamming it all the way in, driving it as deep as he could. I gagged and I felt tears come to my eyes but, damnation, I was a proud Roman girl and I wasn’t going to let this barbarian from the north break me, even if he was using my mouth like a peasant girl’s backside. I did my best to hold my composure, squeezing my eyes shut so he couldn’t see them glistening and swirling my tongue as best I could around that massive, bearish rod buried in my throat.

Suddenly, I felt his thick cock begin to twitch, the veins lining his shaft swelling. My eyes widened. What could this be? Oh, I knew—I knew all right. Within moments, the first hot spurt of bear cum invaded my throat, splattering into my mouth.

“Gods be praised…” Ursinus growled, gripping me hard by the hair as his cock spasmed in my mouth, emptying his hot bear load into me. I could only close my eyes and accept his cum, salty and sour, drinking it down obediently as he filled me with his seed. I could only imagine what might happen if he were to unleash that load in my puss—a baby, a little werebear man baby—would be growing in my formerly virgin belly, swelling my gut until… I didn’t want to think about it, even though, truth be told, it excited me to no end.

And then, just like that, he slid his tool out of my mouth. I gasped, my fingers clutching his strong flesh. Gods, but what a man… What a bear man…

His cock was wet and flaccid now and I was sure he must be done. No man would be ready for another go around after that—my first real time pleasuring a man and it seems I had done quite well.

But I was in for quite a surprise, for just as I thought we were finished, Ursinus grasped me around the waist and plucked me off the bed. A quick glance at his cock saw that it was growing harder again, the thick veins bulging once again.

“You’re not done yet, darling,” he said, his voice husky and smooth, like wine before it’s been watered down. He bent me over and there I was, on my hands and knees, my most private parts spread out before him. I felt him slide my ass cheeks open and I burned with shame as he admired my wet holes.

“Don’t you dare put a baby in me,” I blurted out. Ursinus let out a low, growling laugh.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling. I’m going to put this somewhere else.”

Back to that, I realized. I closed my eyes and braced myself as I felt the tip of his huge cock against my asshole. It began to press in, sliding in without too much difficulty. I was already relaxed, I suppose and what was more, his cock was covered in my saliva and his cum. Still, I felt like he was ripping me apart, only in a more pleasurable way that I truly expected.

“It’s too deep, Ursinus…” I whined as I felt the swollen base of his cock—his knot, like a dog’s—start to slide into my tight ass.

“Not deep enough, darling,” growled Ursinus as he allowed his cock to disappear deeper and deeper into my noble bowels. I shuddered, my muscles involuntarily tensing and clenching around his rod as he sodomized me. It was the most shameful thing for a Roman girl—what would my father think if he caught me now, receiving the inhuman cock of one of his gladiators into my most private, my most tender parts?

But I gritted my teeth and took his cock, trying to enjoy it. Before long, I realized I was—I loved the way it spread me open, the way it tore at my ass, and stretched my muscles deliciously, eliciting a deep ache beginning deep within my body that spread out along my nerves. I whimpered with each profound thrust of that magnificent tool, grunting like an animal when he embedded himself full inside of me.

“Well, that’s a pretty picture, isn’t it…” Ursinus growled and I could only imagine how lewd my pretty pink asshole must have looked, spread around his thick, throbbing bearhood.

Before I could reply, he began to thrust and gods, was that ever intense. I could only hang my head and bite my pillow to keep from screaming bloody murder as he pounded his rod deeper and deeper into my tightness, drilling me and slamming me. He had made me his, there was no doubt about it, and with each subsequent thrust, I felt myself melting further and further into him. I felt as though I were losing my identity, as though I were being subsumed into Ursinus himself. I disappeared into his scent, his grunts, the feeling of his sweaty, hairy skin pressed against my own flesh, warm and wet, as he bore down on me, driving his length into my most tender of spots.

And then, he was cumming. I could feel the thick, hot streams of cum spurting out of his cock, filling up my tight hole and my gut. He emptied himself into me and impossibly, it seemed as though he were cumming even more than he had before. What kind of man could possibly do that? I found myself wonder, though of course, I had my answer grunting atop me…