NOVEL NEXT 003 – Cat girls and Legions [+18]
I loved her freckled breasts and her pink little nipples. I couldn't help but squish them between my hands as I laid on top of her. My face was smothered in her chest as I kissed each of her nipples. I couldn't help but breathe deeply.
I continued to kiss all of her exposed skin, my lips leaving damp trails on her pale skin. My hips remained down between her legs as I stuck one of my hands between her legs. I started to rub her pussy gently. She responded by running her hands through my hair and holding onto my back. Her hand pushed into my hair as she pushed me even closer to her breasts. She smelled like cinnamon. I kept rubbing her pussy and then pushed my finger inside of her. I felt my finger run through her wet pussy. I slowly began to move my finger in and out of her as I kept kissing her on the breasts. She began to moan as I rubbed her pussy harder.
She grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her pussy as she arched her back. Then she rolled me over. I could feel the softness of the bed pressing against my back as Arya climbed on top of me. Her pussy was wide open now as she rubbed her pussy up and down against my cock. I didn't respond, but I didn't stop her.
I just stared at her mesmerizing violet eyes. She closed her eyes and pushed down on my cock, sliding me inside of her. She moaned and fell on me. I couldn't help but grab onto her hips as she started moving up and down. She continued to grind herself against me and her tits rubbed against me with each of her movements.
We started to make out. She seemed to like that, and she went harder and harder. She was grinding hard and her breathing started to get heavy. When she started to grind even faster and harder on me. I let myself go inside of her. We both came together and then cuddled into each other's arms. She rested her head on my chest as I played with her cat ears. When I did this, Arya purred. We kept cuddling for a bit, but then she went out of the carriage to pee.
When Arya returned, she did so with good news. "Master, we have arrived," she said.
"What?" The slave who was driving the carriage hadn't bothered to let us know we were close to the legionary camp. I knocked at the front hatched of the carriage and then the slave finally opened.
"Yes, master?" He asked, confused. He probably had heard me and Arya doing our thing, and he was afraid or embarrassed to interrupt us.
"Stop the carriage and prepare my horse." I was going to impress whoever ran the regiment.
Mika and a few other of my cat girl slaves entered the caravan. Arya didn't bother to cover her breasts, she just sat on the bed as the other slaves dressed me into a white tunic, scale armor with a skirt composed of white leather strips, yellow socks, leather boots, golden knee guards, and a helmet platted in gold.
"Arya, I got a gift for you," I said.
"M-meow?" Her eyes were wide open in anticipation. This would be the second time that she has received a gift from me ever since the anklet. It was a short white Celtic tunic, with white and brown borders and a leather belt of the same color. The slaves helped her put it on, not that she needed any help. Then I dragged her out of the carriage and we both mounted my horse. She was clinging to my back. I could feel her arms wrap around my stomach. When I was sure that she wasn't going to fall, I rode forward. But then one of my slaves tried to stop me.
"Master, isn't it dangerous?" He asked. He had a point. By riding into the legionary camp I was leaving behind my retinue, which all marched by foot. It would take at least twenty minutes for my fifteen swordsmen to arrive and a bit more for my carriage and wagon to catch up to me.
"Fate favors the bold," I replied.
I reached the camp in no time. I was dressed like a man who carried imperium. It was impossible to ignore my shiny armor and the elegant white tunic that tucked underneath. The color of the tunic made my golden helmet stand out. This should've made it impossible to ignore the blonde horsehair that laid at the top, almost like a spartan helmet. Yet, when I entered, none of the men attending the camp bothered to say anything. I was expecting them to ave1Formal roman salute, given to generals and emperorsme, for I Tiberius had made my magnificent entrance, but nothing happens.
Was it because I reeked like cinnamon? I stopped for a second to see if maybe this would get their attention, but instead, their eyes fell over Arya, who was wearing nothing but the short Celtic tunic and anklet that I had gifted her. The symbolism was lost to them, but I wasn't expecting much from barbarians. They were more interested in boning my slave than in poetry.
Arya then held me a bit too tight. She was likely blushing and ashamed of all the attention she was getting. I was about to ride deeper into the camp when the barbarians and half-Romans started to look at me with a suspicious look, whispering among themselves. Perhaps they were finally wondering who was the mysterious, elegant man with the beautiful slave. But before I could smile, Arya let go of me for a second.
"Master, do not let go of the horse," She said.
"Wh-"
Without any warning, Arya pulled my horse's tail. The horse bolted. This almost made me fall over, I barely managed to hold on as we galloped aimlessly until we crashed into a tent deep into the legion's camp. When we stood up, Arya pulled me through the encampment, it seemed that the barbarians were following us.
"Perfect, where is my FUCKING retinue when I need it," I shouted. We ran and eventually stumbled upon a clean and composed, middle-aged Roman. "Finally," I thought. His eyes were boiling with anger.
"So you are the fucking idiot who is causing a riot on my camp!?" He said in perfect, fluent Latin, then switched to German and started cussing me out. Something about how it was my fault for bringing a woman into a military camp. He was definitely the regiment's commander. When the barbarians and half Romans caught up to us, he shouted at them too, and they dispersed back to their tents.
Once they were gone, he turned his attention back at me.
"YOU, come to my tent, IMMEDIATELY."