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Marcus
Four years of service in the legion. Four bars on his forearm sitting right beneath a caduceus - the symbol of his grandfather Mercury. Black hair trimmed out the way of his brown eyes. Prestigious letters of recommendation that landed him straight in the First Cohort, seven awards for being first over the wall in war games, two medals for valour on the field of battle and the highest praises for his outstanding service from four different Senators on four separate occasions. Marcus, despite all this, was still a legionnaire.
By all accounts, a man as distinguished as him should’ve made Centurion by now, and maybe even Praetor. Frank Zhang and Reyna Ramírez-Arellano were fantastic, their three years in the Praetor’s office had been the best years New Rome had seen in decades, but they’d brought progression in the First Cohort to a screeching halt. Frank reaching praetor within two months of joining the legion and Reyna’s refusal to retire meant that there was no chance for progression with the Centurions of the First Cohort, but neither of them seemed willing to be outlasted and not make Praetor before retirement.
In short, Reyna and Frank had inadvertently kept Marcus a legionnaire, so even if they’d ushered in a golden age for New Rome he held a not-inconsiderate amount of resentment for them. However, an invitation (read: order) from Reyna to see him in her office had piqued his interest. His centurions were getting on in age, and if there were ever a time for them to throw in the towel and retire it was then and now. He did his best not to get his hopes up, but a promotion would certainly make sense, all things considered.
Waiting outside were Praetor Reyna’s two gleaming guard dogs, Aurum and Argentum. The terrors of all insubordinate legionnaires, they could sniff out a lie from a mile away. And even if you had nothing to hide, their razor-sharp fans and daggers for claws made them some of the most intimidating creatures in New Rome. Apparently, they knew to expect Marcus, only growling slightly as he swung open the door.
“Praetor?” Marcus called. Strange, Reyna’s clerk wasn’t in. Normally, a visitor would be guided to the office by a waiting assistant, but the foyer was completely deserted.
“Through here!” A voice called out from one of the offices. There were two - one for each Praetor, naturally. The one on the left was for the junior Praetor, and the one on the right for the senior. The unmistakable voice of Reyna Ramirez-Arellano had come from the senior office, as befit her position. In terms of power, she was equal to Frank, but custom dictated she was technically the senior of the two.
Entering the office, Marcus was greeted with a modest room. The bookshelves were stacked, the desk large and spacious, and the woman sat behind the desk was very intimidating. Regal was the best way to describe Reyna - high cheekbones, glossy hair, and dark eyes that pierced the soul of every legionnaire with the misfortune of having drawn her ire. And, as some of the seedier legionnaires would point out when their centurions were out of earshot, blessed with a glorious ass that was the subject of at least one trooper’s illicit late-night fantasies. There were almost certainly more, but Marcus couldn’t speak for anyone other than himself. Tragically, the ass, as well as her entire lower body, was completely hidden behind her expansive desk, and would probably remain so.
“Legionnaire, glad to see you. Please, take a seat.” Though she was polite, there was to be no mistaking what the invitation was - an order. Marcus wasn’t in the mood to disobey.
Rather than start the conversation, Marcus let Reyna shuffle the papers around on her desk, skimming through them. He’d never been especially good at reading upside-down, but he had a pretty good idea what she was reading.
“You’ve an outstanding record, legionnaire. Greatest pilum wielder in the First, distinguished in War Games and in the field. Commendations from four Senators for outstanding service to New Rome. Successfully bailed half of the First out of a tight spot during a raid on an empousai lair in which your Centurion was injured. By my reckoning, you’re long overdue a promotion. Yet here you remain, in the rank and file. Why is that?”
“There have been… limited opportunities for promotion in the First. It’s been two years since there was a vacancy, and most of my achievements have come after that.”
“So, you’re confident you deserve the post?” Reyna questioned, “Centurion of the First is a highly competitive title. Are there not others who may deserve the posting more?” Marcus took pause. What was the correct thing to say?
“I think my record can make my case better than anything I have to say.”
Reyna made a small noise of approval, easing Marcus’ fears. “Indeed it does. Unfortunately, I have some bad news: Centurion Jones is choosing to stay on for another five years rather than go to college, so her position likely won’t open for as long as myself and Frank don’t retire. Your next best bet would be Centurion O’Connel, but he doesn’t intend to retire for another eighteen months, at the Feast of Fortuna after next.”
Eighteen months? Even Marcus’ patience was being tested by the idea that it’d be a year and a half before he saw a promotion. He’d been hoping to have made Praetor by that point!
“I… see. If I can ask, why are you telling me this?”
Rather than answer, Reyna whistled. The office door opened of its own accord, and Aurum and Argentum entered the room, fangs glistening menacingly.
“Will you tell me something, Marcus?” Reyna asked.
“Yes ma’am!”
“Have you ever masturbated while thinking of my ass before?”
For a moment, Marcus was completely dumbfounded. Perhaps I misheard, he thought. “Begging your pardon?”
“Have you ever masturbated to the thought of my ass before, legionnaire?” Reyna’s voice was firm, the same tone she used when guiding the Twelfth Legion into battle. “It’s a simple question.”
In Marcus’ mind, a set of scales appeared, weighing up his options in terms of how likely they were to lead to his surviving this encounter. On the one hand, he could say no, thus prompting the truth-knowing Aurum and Argentum to rip him to shreds. Alternatively, he could tell the truth, and hope Reyna would be merciful and not execute him for perversion. Given that Reyna was marginally more prone to mercy than ravenous dogs, the decision was surprisingly easy, if unpleasant.
“...yes.” Marcus admitted, casting his eyes down. For a few stressful seconds, Reyna was silent and still. A ball of dread formed and rapidly expanded within Marcus’ stomach. Eventually, Reyna snapped her fingers, and her two dogs trotted out, the door closing behind them automatically.
“You have two options, Marcus.” Reyna began, filling that ball of dread in his chest with cement, “The first… is an immediate promotion. Centurion Bright intends to retire on Thursday, and you’re far more qualified for the post than any legionnaire in the Fourth. You could have an excellent tenure as Centurion of the Fourth Cohort. It’s got good benefits, the Fourth are a fine cohort, and you’d be well on your way to making Praetor, which seems highly likely for a man of your talents.”
…What? Was Reyna messing with Marcus? Was the masturbation question a power play? Some sadistic game. His mind was on overdrive, attempting to organise his thoughts and produce the best possible answer.
“I’d… rather stick with the First, if at all possible. They’re my friends and comrades, I don’t want to jump ship just for an early promotion.” Playing politics safe and slow wasn’t very Roman, but Marcus figured the bigger risk came in the form of the woman opposite him, who could and likely would cut his balls off if he answered in a way she deemed to be incorrect.
“Well then, perhaps the second option will be more appealing to you.” Reyna pushed her chair back and stood, and the sight that revealed itself captured Marcus’ attention like a moth before a light. Hidden behind that desk had been the fact that below the waist, Reyna was completely bare. Her trimmed bush sat above her pink lower lips, and beneath that were two divinely thick thighs. “The second option is the privilege of getting to fuck my ass as a reward for your service, until such a time when a vacancy in the First Cohort opens up.”
…What?
“The choice is yours, soldier,” Reyna said, walking around the edge of the desk. Marcus simply sat there, stunned and speechless, his eyes never going above the hem of her purple tee. “You can have a promotion, and all the respect and glory that comes with it. Or you can have my ass, served up for you on a silver platter.”
“I- huh? I don’t-” Marcus stammered. Had he been given a thousand guesses as to what this meeting would entail, he still wouldn’t have guessed correctly. This was the type of thing that only happened in his most illicit fantasies - his hot boss offering herself up to him as a reward for his service. This didn’t happen in real life, the idea that Reyna would act in such a way was infinitely less plausible than the existence of the Roman gods in the twenty-first century.
“You’re a much quicker-thinker on the battlefield, I see,” Reyna observed, a sultry smile breaking out across her face - a sight possibly even more unthinkable to Marcus than her bare lower half. “I suppose you’ve not been trained for situations like this. Perhaps you could use some assistance… visualising.”
Slowly, teasingly, Reyna turned and bent herself over her desk. Her twin-mountains of ass were on full display, a massive expanse of fuckmeat separated by a deep valley. She delivered a quick smack to her right asscheek, making the flesh jiggle hypnotically, before reaching back and spreading her cheeks. Marcus now had a prime view of Reyna’s juicy pussy, and - more importantly - her crinkly asshole, winking softly at him. Somewhere inside of him, Marcus’ restraint snapped.
Like a primal beast, Marcus lunged towards, shoving his face into her colossal rear and showering it with attention, leaving it sloppy and shining with saliva. Once he’d satisfied his enamourment with her massive cheeks he moved in for the real prize, licking up her crack before delving into her asshole with gusto.
“Oh my!” Reyna gasped, not expecting him to snap so quickly, “Eager, aren’t you?”
Not bothering to respond, Marcus simply dove in deeper, fully embracing the situation he’d landed in with open arms. Wanting to experience this to the fullest, he brought his hands up to finally grope the ass of every red-blooded legionnaire’s desires. While he devoured her hole, he relished the feeling of kneading her cheeks roughly, finding her asscheeks to be the best stress balls ever created.
Unsure of whether an opportunity like this would ever be presented to him again, Marcus was intent on ensuring every single minutia of the experience was burned into his skull as thoroughly as the bars on his arm. Everything - from the ever-so-slightly bitter taste of her asshole, to the feeling of her hefty cheeks wobbling under his touch, to the scent of her soap. Most importantly of all, he memorised the honeyed moans she was letting out, a clear sign that this was more than generosity to a talented but unfortunate subordinate, Reyna wanted this.
“I’m- ah- glad to see you devoting yourself to this with as much enthusiasm as your legionnaire duties.” Reyna moaned. She placed her hand on Marcus’s head, tugging him in deeper. “Maybe this should be one of your duties too. The Praetor’s personal butt-muncher. Hell, you could be my full-time throne. Would you like that?” Reyna laughed as between her globes of fat, she could keenly feel Marcus nodding his head up and down, keeping his head just stationary enough for his tongue to never leave her asshole. Marcus could only hope she understood the depth of his enthusiasm.
Ordinarily, Marcus would go out of his way to pay attention to his partner’s pussy, but Reyna had been very clear - he was here for her ass. While to some that would be a hindrance, to Marcus it was a challenge - could he get Reyna off just with his tongue up her shithole? Evidently, the answer was yes. Every wriggle, writhe and punch of his tongue past her rim had Reyna squeezing and shuddering on him. Clearly, he was performing as he did in his service to the Legion - far beyond adequately.
Time became a blur as he knelt behind her, devouring her hole. In truth, Marcus even forgot he was going to be fucking that ass, he would’ve been content to worship her orally until the end of time. Reyna, however, seemed to have different ideas.
Before he knew what was happening, Reyna’s bare foot had pressed against Marcus’ chest, and he fell back on his ass, fresh air entering his lungs for the first time in what felt like hours. For the first time, he realised how uncomfortably tight his pants had become, his cock furiously erect. Reyna turned to face him, the hunger in her eyes making him feel all kinds of hot. She grabbed him by the purple shirt, pulling him to his feet just to push him back to be sat in the chair.
“Well, soldier, you’ve done a very thorough job lubing me up, but that’s just half the job,” Reyna made quick work of undoing his pants, Marcus eagerly lifting his hips to let her pull them off him. Finally, his cock was allowed to breathe. “Mm, perfect~” Reyna purred, taking Marcus from hard to throbbing just from the intensity in her voice.
Without warning, Reyna wrapped her lips around Marcus’ aching shaft, making his eyes widen to the size of saucers. Her mission was clear: give Marcus the sloppiest blowjob of his life. Even as she only started with his head, the sheer carelessness with which she slobbered over him left Marcus’ entire shaft coated in spittle and saliva.
Just the glans didn’t seem to be enough to satisfy her, however, and Reyna began to bob her head along his shaft, taking him an inch deeper each time. Every time, Marcus thought she would falter and be halted, and every time he was proven wrong. With discipline befitting the Praetor, Reyna fought her gag reflex with everything she had, the convulsions of her throat doing nothing to halt her progress. In no time at all, Reyna’s thick lips were kissing the base of his shaft, his balls within tonguing distance. Her throat was like a vacuum, custom-made to drain Marcus’ balls of cum.
Though he’d been enjoying himself plenty, Marcus became even more excited when Reyna pulled herself off until she was once more just sucking on the tip. This was because she took hold of his hands, which had been squeezing the armrests of the chair for dear life, and placed them on the side of her head. Shooting a wink at Marcus, it was clear what she wanted, and Marcus was in no mood not to oblige her.
Gripping her head firmly, Marcus slammed Reyna’s face down onto his crotch, making his entire shaft disappear as if it were a magic trick. The First Cohort’s training regimes - regimes approved for use by Reyna herself - proved their utility, as his arms pistoned Reyna’s throat up and down his cock at speeds that would rival the speed at which he could jerk himself off. Wet glacks and glugs echoed through the room as Reyna’s mouth was used as a masturbatory tool, leaving Marcus’ entire crotch and the chair beneath him drenched with her slobber.
For a moment, Marcus thought he was about to cum, but something stopped him. All of a sudden, orgasm was being held at bay, some divine force keeping him from blowing prematurely. Sharp as he was, Marcus working it out almost immediately: Reyna. As an especially lucky daughter of Bellona, Reyna had the ability to share her strength - strength of any kind. In this case, strength to keep yourself from blowing your load early. Even while she was being used as roughly as this, she was still present enough to actively ensure he’d make it past the foreplay to the main spectacle.
She’s a goddess, Marcus realised.
“Mwah~ fuck!” Reyna pulled herself off at last lungs heaving and her chin glazed far beyond the point of being shiny, “You’re so hard! Perfect for spreading my tight little shitter wide open, don’t you think?”
With Marcus’ cock absolutely drenched in saliva, Reyna pulled off, standing above him. Both quickly noticed that the sloppiness of Reyna’s actions had left her shirt ruined with spit, and Reyna wasted no time in resolving that problem. Stripping her shirt off and tossing it carelessly behind her, Reyna was left naked, her perky tits hanging free. Beautiful as they were, however, both Romans knew they weren’t what Marcus cared about at that point.
Once again, Reyna turned around and bent over the desk, spreading her legs wide and bracing her palms against the hard wooden surface. Both her holes - wet from arousal and Marcus’ own efforts - were glistening in the light, her asshole gently winking at him. “Well, trooper? You aren’t going to leave your Praetor waiting, are you? Step up, claim your re- ahh fuck!”
Marcus surged forwards, lining up his cock and thrusting himself deep inside her asshole without hesitation. The oily tract, lubed by copious amounts of their spit, parted for him easily. In fact, it almost seemed to suck him inside - a testament to Reyna’s lust, certainly. Her tight ring smooth walls massaged his erection, trying to coax every droplet of seed from his heavy, aching balls. Memories of all the times he’d fucked his fist to the thought of the woman currently bent over and eagerly taking his cock flashed through his mind. Creative as he was, Marcus’ imagination had never been able to come close to doing Reyna justice, the images he’d created in his mind utterly paling in comparison to the glorious, unbound eroticism of reality.
Grabbing onto Reyna’s braid with a vice-like grip, Marcus used it as a handle to fuck himself into her harder and deeper than anything or anyone he’d ever done before. With his free hand, Marcus smacked her ass with all the aggression and violence of a legionnaire who had been subject to Reyna’s intense discipline for four years. He delighted in the way the brown flesh rippled and bounced beneath his hand, her thick Latina cheeks providing the perfect outlet for years of fermenting frustration and resentment.
“Ohhh fuck! I’ve waited too fucking long for this!” Reyna shouted over the wet slapping of hips, “Fuck me! Don’t you dare stop fucking me!”
The realisation of the implication behind Reyna’s words hit Marcus with the force of a freight train - she’d fantasised about him. A new wave overcame Marcus, filling him with the strength needed to fuck her ass even harder than before, determined to leave her once-tight asshole as a gaping crater, leaking a stream of cum over her office’s floor. His rhythm went from fast to breakneck, his spanks seeming redundant in the face of the force Reyna’s thighs and ass were already being subject to every time Marcus hilted himself inside her greedy asshole, the tight abs and toned thighs Reyna’s strictness as Praetor had moulded now being used as bludgeoning weapons on her jiggling rear. Even her pussy wasn’t spared from the almost-punishing force, his balls swung into it like a battering ram every time the hilt of his cock breached her rim, her clit being brutalised by his baby-makers.
“Mine,”
Marcus growled, “You and your fat fucking ass are
mine!
You can pretend to be a boss bitch Praetor all you like, but this ass doesn’t belong to you anymore! Got it?”
“Ah! Sí! It’s all yours!” Reyna’s Spanish slip sent a fiery wave of arousal crashing over Marcus, igniting a hunger one Reyna could satiate.
“Speak to me in Spanish!” Marcus commanded, giving her glossy hair a harder, authoritative tug.
“¡Sí! ¡Follame más fuerte! ¡Follame el culo con tu polla gruesa! ¡Me vengo! ¡Me corro en tu polla gruesa!” Marcus didn’t need to be an expert in Spanish to guess the general gist of what she was saying as she spasmed around his cock, her ass doing its best to milk him dry. The strength she’d imparted to him allowed him to persevere, though, continuing to ream her long after she started to lose coherence.
“You’re my bitch, aren’t you?” Marcus taunted her, this time slapping her face.
“Hah!” Reyna screamed in pain, “Fuck! ¡Si! ¡Soy tu perra! ¡Soy tu puta! ¡Soy una puta por tu enorme polla!” Reyna did her best to throw her ass back onto Marcus, clearly just as into it as he was.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
“Inside! ¡Correte dentro de mi!” Reyna gasped, looking over her shoulder at Marcus. He could see in her eyes the primal, deep-seated need for him to fill her shithole to the brim with cum, and it made Marcus realise something: he held power over Reyna in this moment.
Calling upon every iota of mental fortitude he had, Marcus pulled away, his cock practically steaming from how hot the blood pumping through his shaft was. Of all the noises Reyna had made that evening, the next one was the one Marcus would have had the hardest time imagining - she whined.
“¿Eh? Por qué lo hiciste-? ¡Vuelve a meterlo, bastardo, o te corto las pelotas!” Reyna warbled, far too breathless to sound anything resembling domineering.
“You want me to cum in you that bad?” Marcus asked, to which Reyna desperately nodded, “Then work for it!”
“How?” The desperation in Reyna’s voice almost made Marcus laugh.
“Twerk. Shake that ass for me like a fucking two-dollar stripper and I’ll consider painting your guts white.”
Looking back at him, Reyna gaped at Marcus’ audacity, but he fixed her with a hard stare.
“Come on, just fuck me already!” Reyna begged, giving her ass a wiggle.
“That’s not gonna be nearly enough,” Marcus snorted, “Come on, I wanna see you shake it like it’s your fucking job.”
Once again, Reyna whined, her thighs rubbing against one another. Her desperation had rendered her pathetic, and Marcus almost felt bad for her. Almost.
“Get to it. Or I’ll take being Centurion of the Fourth and walk away.” Technically, Marcus had no way of guaranteeing that. If he walked, Reyna had no reason to go through with it. All the leverage Marcus had in that moment was Reyna’s need to feel her bowels get bloated with her subordinate’s cum.
“Hah!” Reyna barked, shaking her head as she pulled herself up off the desk. For a moment, Marcus worried he’d pushed too far, “Finally, a man willing to take charge~”
Bending her knees, Reyna arched her back and, with a sexy wink thrown across her shoulder, began to twerk.
Whenever Marcus had seen people twerk - usually drunk legionnaires at a party in the barracks - he’d always found himself slightly disappointed. The girls lacked technique, there was always plenty of enthusiasm but not enough skill and not enough meat on the bone to truly captivate him. Reyna, however, was fulfilling Marcus’ orders to the fucking letter - she was twerking like it was the only thing she was good at. Not only did she have more ass than any girl Marcus had seen throwing it back before, she was wielding her ass like a precision instrument.
With every flick of her hips, Reyna’s hips clapped together, all the weight of her fat ass collapsing in on itself. And when those colossal cheeks parted in preparation of the next clap, Marcus could see her asshole, gaping like a fish and begging to be filled with Marcus’ load.
“You like it, papi?” Reyna asked, fluttering her eyelashes, “You like your boss shaking it for you like she’s your whore?”
“You are my whore,” Marcus reminded her, “Remember what you said? Your ass belongs to me.”
“Of course, papi~” Reyna purred, throwing particular vigour into her next twerks.
The sweat and slobber from their fucking meant her cheeks looked practically oiled up, which only served to make the sight of the Praetor debasing herself for Marcus’ gratification all the hotter. Much as Marcus’ training seemed to have led to him being able to fuck Reyna with enough strength to leave her unable to sit for a week, Reyna’s vigorous training regime found its fruits in allowing her to clap her wobbly fuckmeat for as long as Marcus deemed it necessary. Or as long as Reyna’s patience allowed for.
Sinking into a deep squat, Reyna hooked her fingers into her cheeks and pulled, the tips of her middle fingers managing to sink inside her rim and gape her hole even further.
“Please, papi, fill my guts with cum! Please!”
Begging proved to be the final straw for Marcus. With a feral roar, he wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her onto the desk, lining up at the sloppy target and filling her once more. There was no rhythm to these thrusts, the erratic pushes were simply meant to be as hard and powerful as possible. Indeed, they were strong enough to turn Reyna’s brown thighs red.
“Tighten up, puta!” Marcus demanded.
“¡Siiiiiii! Anything for you, papi!” Reyna clamped down on Marcus’ shaft, and it proved to be all too much.
Churning ferociously, Marcus’ balls fired off rope after rope of piping-hot cum directly into Reyna’s bowels. Reyna howled, blissed out at finally getting to experience the feeling of his seed filling her with warmth. Marcus, too, made inhuman noises, the best orgasm of his life washing over him.
Even so, Marcus wasn’t yet satisfied. Reyna had one thing left to do before her job was complete. Grabbing her by the now almost-nonexistent braid, Marcus pulled Reyna clear off the desk, letting her hit the floor with a thud. He brought his cock - his grease, spit and cum-stained cock - to Reyna’s face and slapped it down on her regal features.
“Clean it up,” Marcus told her in no uncertain terms.
“Mmm~ yes Praetor~” Reyna mumbled deliriously, licking up the base of the cock before wrapping her lips around it. Marcus hissed at the feeling of his sensitive shaft being tended to, but he endured it. After all, he needed his dick cleaned.
Lazily, Reyna bobbed her head up and down his dick with lidded eyes. After the intensity of the fucking, Marcus was glad to let things go a little slower. He closed his eyes and savoured the feeling of Reyna’s lips and tongue on his cock, scraping away the excess filth that coated his shaft.
When he felt she wasn’t going to make any further progress, Marcus pulled her head off his cock, deciding to dry off by using Reyna’s hair as a towel. Her gorgeous mane became sodden with spit, but all she did was grin stupidly as he did so.
His cock finally clean, Marcus flopped back down in his seat, amazed at what had just transpired.
With a groan, Reyna pushed herself up onto the desk, crawling across it. Marcus watched idly as a stream of cum trickled from her asshole. Eventually, she made it back to her own seat and flopped down into it, apparently not caring about staining either piece of decadent furniture with Marcus’ cum.
“Well,” She said, still slightly short of breath. Regardless, this was the most content Marcus had ever seen Reyna. Afterglow wasn’t a strong enough word, she was positively radiant, “I trust that was- ngh… satisfactory?”
“Uh-huh,” Marcus replied. Forget satisfactory, he didn’t think he’d ever need porn again, just the slightest thought of their encounter would leave him cumming buckets.
“That’s good, because now that I think of it, I think less than an hour of sex is hardly worth eighteen months of waiting for a promotion. Few other legionnaires have shown dedication as long or as hard as you over these past four years, so I think you deserve a more… routine reward. What do you think, trooper?”
Marcus took a moment to imagine all the things he could do to Reyna and her ass with regular meetings. The joys that would come with having the Praetor of the Twelfth Legion as his personal fucktoy. Sure, if they were all like this, it’d be tiring beyond measure, but Marcus was in the Twelfth Legion. No pain, no gain was practically their motto. And Marcus would take a lot of pain in order to feel that gain again.
“I think that sounds like a great idea, Praetor.”
Reyna beamed. “Excellent. You are dismissed, papi~”