Victoria's Demon Lover (7 page)

    
Her demon looked at her
with his yellow eyes.  “I might,” he answered.

     “Why did you bring me here?”
she asked him.  He could fuck her anywhere, and it seemed like he had.

     His face looked disappointed. 
He did not answer, but took her elbow again and turned her to look at the
galley slave who had serviced the matron.  He pointed at the man, on his knees
with his big hands on his thighs.  His keeper jerked the chain a little keeping
time with the musicians while his captive caught his breath.

     “Does he not look familiar?”

     Victoria blinked obediently. 
If she was going to recognize him she would have already.  “Nope.”

     The demon sighed.  He nodded
toward the red haired man in chains against the wall.  Let us follow them.  He
is being taken to Julia.”

     Victoria was surprised that
she felt disappointed.  She realized she had been hoping the demon would lay
her down on one of the cushions.  Instead she obediently followed him as he
trailed the soldier who led the ginger man to another chamber.  Guards at the
chamber tried to stop them, but the demon stared hard at them and they were
passed through silently.

     Victoria looked over her
shoulder at them as they moved through the doorway.  Both soldiers appeared
confused.  When they were far enough away both men rubbed their eyes.

     “Some people can see you,
can’t they,” she challenged him.

     “We are here, now,” he
answered as if that explained it all.

     Victoria turned to inspect
this room.  It was not so large, but had sumptuous cushions on the floor as the
other room did.  There was a raised dais which contained a low divan, also
cushioned.  Slave girls and a few male servants dotted the room against the
walls.  The demon stopped her as they reached the center of the room.  The
soldier and his captive redhead continued walking and mounted the dais.  The
soldier set the man on the cushions there and turned his head expectantly
toward a smaller doorway across the room.

     Julia entered on General Cestius’
arm.  She was dressed in flimsy purple silk with elaborate gold embroidery
around the edges.  Her feet were bare and her hair unbound.  Cestius nodded at
the demon and turned to nod at five other men who stood lounging against the
walls.

     “Friends,” he announced, “my
daughter, Julia, has told me that she greatly admires this man’s color, and
would prefer to bear a red-headed child this year in honor of our victory over
the Gauls this past summer.  We have chosen the captured chief of the defeated
tribe to do the honors.”

     Victoria frowned at the polite
applause that followed this short speech.  In the following pause as Julia
removed every stitch of her clothing, she leaned toward her demon and asked,
“Doesn’t Julia’s husband object?”

     “He is dead,” he answered
shortly.  He tuned angry eyes on her and asked, “Do you recognize
her
?”

     Victoria stepped back.  “Why
should I?  I live in the twenty-first century.”  She glanced up at the dais. 
Julia was laid out naked on the couch like a sacrificial victim.  The captive
man’s hands were chained behind his back.  “Unless this is a movie and you are
asking me to recognize the actress.”  That was an interesting idea and Victoria
leaned forward, trying to make out if this was indeed the case.

     “No.  This is no movie.  This
is real life.”  The demon said with a note of disgust in his voice.

     She stared at him, but he
would not meet her eyes.  Instead he stared at Julia and the big Gaul.  She followed
his gaze and watched.  The Gaul obviously did not want to participate.  There
was some twittering from the slave girls.  The men positioned Julia to bring
her cleft up to the edge of the couch that was just the right height to engage
the standing man.  He was prodded with the handle of his keeper’s flail.

     Still, the Gaul’s cock dangled
uselessly, pointed at the floor.  Another prod.  Nothing.  Julia was young and
pretty enough to make any man stand.  Victoria was getting impatient.

     Cestius turned and pointed at
her.  “You!  Come here!”  The demon pushed her to obey and Victoria found
herself walking toward Cestius.  She kept her eyes on the floor when she
reached him.

     “I want to see that man’s cock
hard and ready.  Do it,” he ordered her.

     She lifted her head sharply. 
“What?” she asked.

     “Get him ready!  Now!”

     “Do it, Victoria,” the demon
commanded.

     She blinked and shook her head
slightly to clear her thoughts.  Obviously the adventure with the matron and
her galley slave was like an instructional video.  She took a deep breath and
turned to do her duty.  This was a new one for the demon.  Always when he had
given her orders he had been the recipient of her favors.  There had never been
a threesome.  Or a foursome.  Or any ‘some’.  She glanced at him, afraid to
disobey.  She wondered if he could leave her trapped in this time, unable to
get back to her lake house and her life.  She tried to imagine a life without
television and the internet and cell phones.  The lack of hot showers and soap
is what made her decide to play this game willingly.

     She moved closer to the ginger
and gave Julia a casual glance.  The young woman looked bored, lying on her
back with her knees up.  It occurred to Victoria that it might be Cestius who
was interested in a red-haired baby.  “Red hair is recessive”, she murmured,
“This is unlikely to produce a redhead,” she shrugged.  In biology class she
remembered diagrams showing  at least four tries to get a redhead unless both
parents had the recessive gene.  She looked at Julia’s olive skin and dark
hair.  “Nope,” she repeated.  “Unlikely.”

     Julia frowned up at her. 
“What?”

     Victoria patted her arm.  “I
will do my best,” she said.  She turned her attention to Big Red.  He was
impressive. 
He must be over six four and weigh two fifty
.  Victoria
thought he would make a superb line-backer.  His muscles were thick and hard
under the freckles and honestly earned.  These were not the vanity muscles of
too many hours in a gym.  These muscles were built from rowing and riding and
swinging…she squinted up at him…they said he was a Gaul.  He had been probably
swinging a battle-ax.  Now his dick was swinging between his legs.  She looked
down at it.  It promised to be as impressive as he was, but now it was an empty
sack.  The fine hair above the root of his cock was a bright red-gold like the
hair on his chest and arms.  His scrotum was pulled tight against his body. 
Nerves
,
she thought.

     “Get on with it, girl!” Cestius
seated himself on a cushion, and this was the signal for all the guests to do
the same.  Her demon sat down as well.  His expressionless eyes gave her no
hint as to what he expected from her.  His displeasure was obvious, though, in
the way he sat straight and did not look around the room.  His yellow eyes were
on her like burning brands.

     “Guten tag,” she said softly. 
The Gaul raised his eyebrows.  “Gib es zu mir,” she remembered from high school
German class.  She reached out for the flaccid member and cradled it gently in
her hands.  Red clenched the muscles of his abdomen and buttocks but did not
otherwise move.  She stroked gently, feeling the dick become moderately turgid
in her hands.  He made a low growl in his throat that meant the same thing in
every language.  She looked up at him and smiled.  His blue eyes blinked at
her.  Behind him the soldier yanked his chain to discourage any more growling.

     The dick in her hand did not
get hard enough to penetrate Julia.  Victoria sighed and moved closer.  She
knelt at his feet and with a glance at his eyes to let him know she wouldn’t
hurt him, she inserted the tip in her mouth.  Her lips pressed on the soft tip
and she darted her tongue over the seam that cleft the underside.  At first the
only response she got was a gasp from Red and the sound of his breath moving in
and out of that broad chest much faster than before.

     His cock filled quickly as she
knew it would.  Victoria had played this game since high school.  With high
school boys, though, you ran the risk of having the dick go off in your mouth
before you were ready.  She tried not to smile, remembering getting shots of
cum up her nose followed by the boy’s embarrassed apology.  This time she put
one hand around the hardening shaft near the base so she could aim the tip
where she wanted.  Red stood straighter and leaned back.  Victoria heard the
warning jingle of the chain.  Shackled as he was, Red was no danger to her. 
His fingers opened and closed behind him as she slowly drew her wet tongue from
the base to the tip on the underside, where she knew it was the most sensitive.

     She repeated this move until
he was no longer breathing regularly and his cock was tightly full.  She moved
to sink as much of his cock as she could over her tongue and into her mouth. 
Red was too big to go much farther.  Victoria never liked the idea of a cock so
far back it might make her gag.  Red’s hips jerked reflexively and she
tightened her hold on the shaft to keep him from thrusting into her throat. 
She withdrew and touched the tip with her tongue, then drew it in as far as she
dared.  She did this twice more, waiting to hear the sound above her that
signaled Red was eager.

     There.  He was almost choking
on his breath and the quick panting gasps began to match the little thrusts of
his hips.  His cock hardened even more.  She could feel the pulse of his heart
along its length.  He wanted that cock to go in something warm and wet.  She
teased him by withdrawing and cupping his balls instead.  He groaned loudly and
so did his handler, who had been watching her carefully the whole time.  She
saw that he was as erect as his prisoner.  She turned her head and saw that the
men in the room had their hands on their own cocks.  But not her demon.  He
only sat erect.  His lap was empty.

     She looked sideways at Julia. 
Her feet were wiggling impatiently.  Victoria’s wet mouth had lubricated the
big Gaul enough to get him in.  She nodded to the soldier who loosened the
chain just enough for Red to move forward.  Victoria kept her hand on the shaft
as it neared Julia’s slit.  She tugged enough to encourage Red to continue.  He
leaned in and she touched the tip to Julia’s body.  As the rigid tool felt the
welcoming lips of Julia’s cleft the powerful muscles that used to swing swords
and axes now swung hips into the waiting woman.  Julia screeched loudly as the
Gaul’s huge member penetrated her along its entire length.  Victoria leaned out
of the way of her kicking legs.  Red was still upright, arms bound behind him.
Only his hips could push his dick in and out.  Julia screamed like she was
being skewered, and Victoria figured she was, in a way.  But no chains tied Julia
to her bench.  She could have just rolled away if she wanted to.  Victoria
puzzled over the screams which became louder as Red pumped harder. Then she
realized the screeching was for Cestius’ sake.  The older man was working the
shaft of his cock with a frenzy, his eyes rolled in pleasure with every gasp of
Julia’s cries.

     “Ew,” Victoria grimaced. 
Sex
theatre.  That’s what this is
.  In an age with no television or film one
must entertain themselves.  This was definitely interactive entertainment.  Victoria
wondered about a man who would display his daughter this way, though.  She
looked at Cestius.  Some Romans must have been completely jaded.  She stood on
the dais, patiently waiting for the drama to conclude.  She heard the relief
and heavy sighs as eventually each man who was watching came into his hands
with thick gobs of cum.

     She leaned back and sat on the
couch and waited for Red to finish.  He was more entertaining to watch.  His
teeth were clenched in a fierce grimace.  The blue eyes told her that he
resented the way his body had betrayed him.  He moved faster and faster, the
chain clinked behind him with every plunge into Julia.  Victoria watched him,
fascinated.  He bored his eyes into hers as he worked his hips.  The muscles on
his neck stood out in corded lines as he finally froze in place, deep inside
Julia.  The Roman woman knew this was her cue for her best bloodcurdling
scream.  As Red’s hips trembled with the effort of pumping his genetic material
into the woman, Cestius answered her scream with his own howl.

     Victoria turned to look at Cestius,
expecting that he must be experiencing the mightiest orgasm of all time. 
Instead she saw her demon withdrawing a short sword from Cestius’ belly.  She
leaped to her feet in horror and surprise.  Behind her, Julia’s cries became
more believable.

     “Father!” she screamed and
rolled from her couch and ran toward Cestius.  Red’s cock was abandoned,
dripping limp between his legs.  A tiny puddle of the valuable semen formed on
the marble floor between his feet.  The big red man gasped and his knees
trembled.  Victoria’s knees didn’t feel so stable either.  She staggered to her
feet and stumbled toward the demon who now stood over the dead Roman, the
bloody sword held away from his body.

     “What did you just do?” she
cried unnecessarily.

     “He raped you,” her demon
answered tonelessly.

     “No he didn’t!”  Victoria
gasped.  “He was masturbating!”  She pointed at the bloody Roman, “And I only
sucked
the big German!  Besides, you brought me here.  I thought you
wanted
me
to do that!”  Her eyes were wild.  This didn’t feel like a sex game anymore.

     “He raped you,” her demon
insisted.  “In the bathhouse.”  The demon’s eyes were glowing now.  “I couldn’t
stop him then, Maggs.”  He looked at her and his voice broke.  “Because I was
in chains.”