She walked towards him, slowly, taking in every detail of him. The way the light played on his tanned, sweat beaded skin. She took notice of every scar, every bruise, every spatter of blood on him as his broad chest heaved from his recent efforts. She could not see his face beneath the helmet but she could feel his eyes on her small, lithe body, draped in a light stola and tunic that clung to her large breasts in the hot, humid air. She stopped a few yards away from him. Sword in one hand, shield in the other, he stood on the blood soaked sand of the Colosseum. Her murmillo, her gladiator, stood victorious, his only opponent still drawing breath was at his feet; bloodied, beaten, spent, awaiting his fate. She nodded. At this sign he raised his sword to the crowd. It was deafening. The crowd roared like a feral beast. Freedmen, plebs, equestrians, senators, the great multitudes of Rome thundered their approval to him, some with thumbs raised, others with thumbs lowered. He looked around the gathered masses and then to her, his empress. She looked down at the beaten gladiator, a Thracian. She had not thought him an impressive specimen as he had cowered away from the main action unlike the samnite and retiarius who lay dead a few yards away. Her hand shot out, her verdict rendered. At least he died with some honour and dignity. He did not cry out as the sword came down just between his left collar bone and shoulder blade, cleaving his heart in two. The sword was raised again with a gout of blood to the lusty cheers of the spectators.
He dropped both sword and shield, bent down on one knee and lowered his head in deference. A cool breeze blew out her palla and sent a chill through her body. The brutality of the combat had been so arousing to her. Her hard nipples plainly visible through her tunic having eschewed wearing a fascia on such a hot day. She could feel the wetness start to run down her inner thigh as she was close enough to smell the mix of sweat and blood, it was enthralling. Even bent on one knee he was almost as tall as she was. She shivered in anticipation. She raised an arm and the crowd went deathly silent. She did not need to shout for her voice to carry in this arena but her voice was strong as she made her proclamation.
"To the victor go the spoils."
The crowd erupted once again, a chorus of shouts and cries "Imperatrix, Imperatrix, Imperatrix..."
She walked to her champion, reached forward, lifted his bowed head and removed his helmet, his steely blue eyes stared into hers as she released his coal black curls from the top knot. The galerus was removed next, revealing an arm rippling with muscle, perhaps as broad as her waist. She could feel her wetness intensify. She made him to stand before her as she unbuckled grieves and cingulum. All that now remained were his sandals and loin cloth. This last garment was soaked in his sweat and did nothing to hide his massive cock. She released him from this restraint and he stood naked before her. The crowd was cheering louder and louder. She was barely in control of herself. She let the palla fall from her shoulders. The gladiator's eyes never left hers as she pulled the fibula from her stola and let it fall to the sand. She stood now in only her tunic, which she slowly pulled off. His eyes devoured every inch of her body. From the blonde ringlets of her hair that fell in cascades across her shoulders as she undid the pins. Her dark eyes which burned with lust. Her crimson stained, full lips which she licked as she looked at his cock. His eyes played across every delicious curve of her cream white breasts, with their hard pink nipples. The curves of her hips and stomach. His cock began to harden. The crowd was frenetic as she placed a hand on the gladiator's massive shoulder and pointed to the ground. Obediently, he lay down on the sand.
She walked as slowly as she could to where he lay. She was drawing it out to tease not just herself but the crowd watching her as well. She placed one sandaled foot to either side of his head looking down the length of his perfect body. A drop of her cum fell onto his face causing him to lick his lips in anticipation. She could see the hunger in his eyes and saw his cock began to throb. She began to lower herself onto his face ever so slowly. Her pussy was widening more and more the lower she got, his mouth was open to eagerly catch her dripping juices. Her scent reached him and his obedience waned. He lifted his head from the sand to take a long lick of her. He moaned deeply though it was lost in the deafening roar. Her head snapped back and she raised her hands to the crowd. The signal they had been waiting for. The celebration of death was over, it was now time to celebrate life.
His tongue slid around her smooth, wet labia, teasing, taunting her with licks and kisses. The feeling left her so weakened she had to rest her hands on his chest. His cock was nearly fully erect and her mouth watered for it.
She turned her attention to the crowd. They were in full swing now. Togas had been discarded, some were fucking, some were watching others fuck while masturbating and some were even watching the watchers. And so many were watching her. Men, women, of all classes watched their empress, it was intoxicating. A great mass of writhing naked bodies enjoying all the sensual pleasures life had to offer. The sight of this was driving her into a frenzy, she could wait no longer, she reached forward to grasp his cock. It was so thick. She began to pull and twist with one hand as she got on her knees for better balance. There was precum drooling from the tip. She dipped her finger in it and brought it to her mouth savouring the musky taste. She moaned out loud.
She could feel his moans as he buried his face into her pussy she could barely concentrate on stroking his cock as the pleasure flowed over her. Licking her clit faster and faster she lost complete control and came. There was an immediate cheer from those in the crowd watching her, though she was pleased to see many were now far to engrossed in their own trysts to focus all their attention on their empress. As she regained full control of her body she began in earnest to return the pleasure to her champion.
She wasted no time teasing; she simply wrapped her mouth around his throbbing cock and tried to take every last inch of it down her tight throat. His tongue froze as the head of his cock reached the back of her throat. He could feel her gagging reflex and it only made him harder. She pulled back her head to take a breath. His cock was drenched in her saliva which she used to continue stroking his cock with both hands. Now she decided to take her time and enjoy his cock. She licked around the tip. He moaned, his hips thrust upward, she loved that he wanted more; she wanted more too. She wiggled her hips to remind him that she wanted more attention. He was eager to comply with her wishes. He brought his hands up to spread her pussy even more so that he could thrust his tongue as deep into her as he could. He then replaced his tongue with two fingers just as she took him down her throat again.
It took no time at all before she came again as he wiggled his fingers and licked her clit causing her to spray all over his face. Another roaring cheer erupted from the crowd. As much as she loved it, all the oral attention was making her clit sore and she desperately needed that cock inside her now.
She crawled down his body like a cat, trailing droplets of cum down his chest. She had to get off her knees in order to get his huge cock inside her. She looked to the crowd again, aroused by all those watching as she grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip against her vulva. She could feel the shaft throbbing in her grip. She then let it slip between and ever so slowly she enveloped his cock. His head rolled from side to side; her pussy was so wet and tight. She could not take his full length but that did not stop her as she bounced up and down his shaft which filled her to bursting. More and more of the crowd turned to watch as she rode his cock. Her large breasts bouncing. His hands found her hips as he forced himself deep inside her with every thrust. Her back arched and she let out a deep moan that turned into a scream as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her.
Her champion had done so well. She looked over her shoulder into his smoldering eyes and nodded. Before the maddened crowd she rode his cock harder and harder until she achieved his ecstasy. She came again as his pulsating cock filled her with his cum. The crowd cheered as she collapsed backwards, exhausted. His strong arms embraced her.
"You have pleased your empress perfectly, and for that, I will let you live another day."
She turned to face him and kissed him from his chest, to his neck,to his mouth. A soft beeping stopped her in her tracks. She looked up quickly and seemed to focus on something in the distance.
"Shit, I gotta go. Hope we can do this again soon, I feel so lucky I found you on here. This has been the best sex I have ever had. Bye, Gladiator."
She gave him a quick peck on the lips, a wink, and then her body winked out of existence.
"Bye, Glori."
But she was already gone.
