Free My Roman Conquest by Ashley Fox Page B

quite sure.
     
    'Careful, Celt,' Titus hissed, moving close to whisper straight into her ear, his breath caressing her neck. 'Offend us, and we'll be certain to take it out on your people a hundred-fold.'
     
    'Fine,' she shrugged. 'Who do I have to suck to get released around here?'
     
    Titus' eyes narrowed, as he tried to hide his surprise and amusement.
     
    'I'm sorry?' he said, with measured blankness.
     
    'Don't be an ass,' Barra replied. 'You and I both know I'm not getting out of here without at least sucking a dick. So come on, then. Is it going to be you, big boy?' She nodded her head toward one of the legionaries. 'Or Cockus Maximus, here?'
     
    Titus allowed himself a grin, and replied with mock ease. 'Well,' he said, 'If you're so eager to suck a cock, then it would be a shame to discourage you. Legionary Cockus?' The legionary looked at his general, an expression of disbelief on his face.
     
    'General?'
     
    'Legionary, maybe you should see how ready to suck a cock she is, exactly. Consider it a bonus.'
     
    'But, sir...' the legionary said, 'She might...Sir, she's a wildling. She might...'
     
    'Bite it off?' Barra said, and gave a bark of laughter. 'Aye, I might. That's the risk you wasps took coming to Albion.' She raised her manacled hands, the chains jingling faintly. 'But why don't you take these off and you'll see?'
     
    The legionaries looked hesitantly at each other, and Barra rolled her eyes. 'Aye, an unarmed woman in the middle of a Roman camp. Big threat.'
     
    'Unchain her,' Titus ordered, and the legionaries moved to obey. Barra rubbed at her wrists as the heavy cuffs fell away, and then she gazed at the nearest legionary, the one she had called Cockus Maximus.
     
    'What's your name, wasp?'
     
    'Legionary Decimus,' he replied, frowning.
     
    'Decimus,' she echoed, moving slowly toward him. He was younger than his general, fresher of face, his naïve eyes wide and questioning beneath a tangle of obsidian hair. He hadn't long become a man, Barra thought, but like all of the legionaries, he was built well, grown strong beneath a warm sun far away, made stronger by a Roman obsession with conquest. As she reached him, she draped her hands over his shoulders. She could feel the eyes of Titus and the second solider intent on her, could almost feel the way their brains had slipped over from hostility to lust.
     
    Slowly, she slid down to her knees. Decimus drew in a deep breath, as if steeling himself, as she began to run her hands up his legs, starting with his bare shins, stroking against the grain of his hair up past his knees, under the battle-skirt that was not unlike the kilts Barra's own men wore, hiking it up as her arms moved. Unlike her own men, the Romans wore a garment beneath, and she revealed it as she shifted the kilt out of the way. It was a wrapped loincloth of some kind, and Barra tugged at it – it eventually fell away, and from it Decimus's cock leapt, hard and ready, thick and glistening as it stood out from a patch of pubic hair as dark and curled as that on his head. Barra leaned forward, breathing in the smell of fresh sweat mingled with the sweet tinge of the pre-cum that had already gathered at the tip.
     
    She glanced up at him, and he looked back at her uncertainly, still partly afraid but oh-so-willing for the fiery wild-woman to take him in her mouth. She leaned in, pressing her tongue against the base of the shaft, one hand sliding underneath to cup Decimus's hanging balls. Decimus gave a soft grunt of pleasure as she slid her tongue up his length, stopping at the sweet spot just below the head, pressing her tongue on it with extra force. Barra smirked to herself before sliding further up, this time letting her warm mouth slip around the head of his cock, drawing a deep moan from Decimus.
     
    Barra slid her mouth down the cock, secretly revelling in her control over the soldier, and taking a taboo thrill in the thought of sucking the dick of a foreigner, a man raised