4He growled low in his throat, her response pleasing to him. His attention turned wholly to her breasts. Using his hands, he plumped one, brushing his fingertips across the delicate, soft skin there even as he leaned down and bit at the nipple again. Then Titus leaned over and brushed her fingers aside with his mouth, licking at the other peak and then offering it a small nip.
―Oh god, yes,‖ Chloe moaned. ―Please, Titus.‖
―Are you wet, beautiful Chloe? Does your body crave mine?‖ He ran his tongue along one peak again, circling it, and she felt his hand slide down between her legs. They brushed the curls of her sex and she parted her legs for him, inviting him to touch her. A thick finger slid into the hot well of her sex and she whimpered, the whimper turning to a moan when he bit at the tip of her breast again. The finger slid up to her clit and brushed against it, rubbing the slickness there and she arched, reeling from the pleasure.
She was so close to exploding, so close to finding her pleasure.
His fingers dipped back to her core again, and she felt him slide a second one deep inside her, stretching her body. He placed one hand on her knee, careful to touch her at all times, and raised the two gleaming, wet fingers to his mouth. As she watched, he sucked them clean, tasting her on his skin.
Arousal flashed through her, hot and full of need. She wanted to taste him again, too.
Chloe reached for him, but he shook his head and put his hands to her hips, pulling her under him and kissing her hard.
―Turn over and get on your hands and knees, beautiful Chloe.‖
She began to do so and then grabbed his hands, placing them on her body. ―Keep touching me, Titus. Don‘t let go.‖
―I won‘t,‖ he promised, and one finger slid to her clit again, brushing against it.
4She moaned and straddled his hand as she moved onto her stomach, and his hands slid to her hips, arching her ass into the air. Anticipation thrilled through her body – she couldn‘t see him, couldn‘t see what he was doing, but knew he would touch her and it would be mind-blowing. Her hands clutched at the cool tile of the floor.
―Put your head down,‖ he commanded, his warm hands flexing her hips. He ran a finger from her clit and all the way back to the pucker of her ass, and she shivered. Was he going to…?
The hard, thick head of his cock probed at the entrance to her core and she moaned with pleasure, anticipating his thrust. She was not disappointed – he sheathed himself deep inside her in one slick motion. Chloe whimpered, the sensation of being filled making all of her nerve-endings light up like firecrackers. He thrust hard again, each motion seeming to strike even deeper than before due to the position they were in.
―So beautiful.‖ Titus drove into her, his sac slapping against her pussy and making hot tingles of excitement flash through her body with each forceful thrust. He pumped again, as if assuring himself that her body had adjusted to his, and then began to slowly rock, his hips pinning her own.
She flexed her hips, meeting his thrusts with little returns of her own, the sensations rocketing through her, each slap of his sac against her pussy making her body come alive. His thrusts grew harder and more fierce, and she began to gasp with each one. Her breasts bounced as he drove into her each time, the nipples scraping against the cold tile of the floor. She began to anticipate the cool slide of it against her nipples, a contrast to the hot, rough fucking that Titus was giving her.
Then, like magic, he shifted deep inside her, rubbing against that one perfect spot in her body.
Her pleasure went from wonderful to white-hot and her legs tightened, her hips locking as an orgasm that sobbed its way out of her throat.
4He continued to give small, soft thrusts, hitting just the right place over and over again, and the orgasm seemed to go on for a million years of white-hot pleasure, her entire body shuddering at the intensity of it.
Then she was coming down, gasping underneath him, feeling his hard, spearing thrusts vibrating through her body. His fingers brushed against the seam of her ass again, touching the sensitive ring of her asshole and she knew what he was asking.
―I have something, Titus,‖ she said, the words nearly lost in her soft moan as he continued to drive into her, rocking her to her core.
He stopped for a moment and she reached to the far side of their discarded clothing, pulling her purse forward. She‘d brought a tiny bottle, well, just in case. She hadn‘t lied when she said she wanted to share everything with him.
All of her body. So she took the cap off, and handed it backward to him. ―Use this,‖ she said softly. ―It‘ll make things easier.‖
His hand slid over her ass cheeks. ―Are you sure…‖
―I‘m sure.‖ She gave him the tube and then laid her cheek back onto the tile floor, giving her body over to him.
He groaned and she felt him un-sheathe from the slick heat of her pussy. Longing shot through her body, quickly replaced by a shudder of lust as he leaned forward and bit at one swell of her buttocks.
His hand remained on her ass and then she felt the cold, wet trickle of lube slide down the cleft of her ass and shivered, clenching involuntarily.
―I have you,‖ he murmured.
―I know,‖ she said softly. ―I‘m not afraid.‖
4One hand remained lightly on her buttock, but she felt the fingers of the other hand glide through the slickness of the lube. His fingertip pressed at the ring of her ass and then pushed, seeking to go deeper. She bit her lip, willing her body to relax.
He pushed in, the sensation one she wasn‘t entirely sure if she liked, but she wanted to please him. Titus moved his finger in and out slowly, mimicking the motions of his cock, and she began to relax into the sensation – it wasn‘t unpleasant, just different. She began to flex involuntarily every time his finger stroked in, finding the sensation now ticklishly pleasant.
She felt him slide another thick finger deep, and her body tightened in response. Chloe forced herself to relax and enjoy the sensation.
―Good?‖ He asked her, his voice strained with desire.
―Feels good,‘ she whispered back to him. It was tight, but not uncomfortable.
He worked her for a few moments more, until she began to feel that ticklish pleasure, and then she felt him withdraw both fingers. She tensed in anticipation, knowing what was coming next.
His hands stroked her buttocks. ―Be calm, love. I will go slow.‖
The head of his cock slid between her buttocks, slick with lube. He began to press against the entrance of her ass, pushing his way into her body. His cock was significantly larger than the fingers he‘d used before, and she whimpered as he stretched her, skin taut over his thick length. He continued to push, whispering soft words to her, encouraging her, his hands smoothing on her ass, inching forward.
Her breath came in sharp, shallow gasps. This wasn‘t going to work. He was going to hurt her—
Then, as if her body decided to give in to his attentions, he surged deep into her ass and the breath exploded from her throat.
4Oh god. That was…so tight and hot. And
good
. More than good. Amazing. Her body practically vibrated with sensation, and as he pushed, her body seemed to pull him deeper and deeper within. As he pushed into her tight channel, there was no pain or discomfort, only an intense pleasure unlike anything she‘d ever felt before.
―Oh Titus,‖ she whispered, slowly adjusting her hips with minute quivers.
―Am I hurting you?‖
―Feels so good,‖ she said, her breath a half sigh.
―You are incredible.‖ He gave a shallow thrust, and when she gave a moan of pleasure, began to pump into her ass, stroking hard and sure with every motion. She pushed back against him, her movements cautious. Everything was so tight and delicious, her nerve-endings sang with every thrust he made, rocketing through her body in ways she‘d never imagined. It felt so good and yet so different.
―Touch yourself,‖ he said as he continued to pump into her. ―Show me your pleasure.‖
Her hand slid to her pussy. She parted the slick folds with her fingers and grazed a fingertip along her clit. A shockwave of pleasure rocketed through her. Above her, she could hear Titus suck in a breath as she involuntarily clenched with the pleasure.
―Again,‖ he whispered harshly, thrusting deep.
Chloe moaned and touched her clit again – if every nerve ending had been lit before, she was on fire now – wave after wave of pleasure moved through her body, centralized deep inside her where he stretched her tight. Her body shuddered with the sensation, and again she pulled her fingers away.
His thrusts became harder, rougher. ―Again, Chloe. Again. Let me feel it.‖
When she touched herself again, her low moans became a keening cry, as a fresh, intense orgasm ripped through her body. She couldn‘t stop touching her clit, stroking the hard, wet little nub, rubbing her 4fingers over it as he pumped into her ass and muttered things in Latin above her. Wave after wave of the most intense orgasm she‘d ever had crashed through her, and her cry died into a soft, shuddering gasp, her entire body clenched tight.
Then Titus shouted her name, his throat hoarse, and she felt his climaxing thrust, felt the hot jets of come deep inside. He slowed over her, his hands gripping her hips so hard she was sure she‘d have bruises.
After a few long moments, Titus pulled out of her body. She lay on the floor for a moment, spent and dazed.
He tugged her to her feet and they cleaned each other off with soft, wet towels she‘d grown accustomed to bringing in the studio. Neither one of them spoke, as if speech would ruin the moment.
Titus pulled her to him for a long, sweet kiss.
She felt worn out and used in every way, her body throbbing from the pleasure of it. It had been amazing, being with him tonight. But as pleasure receded, reality returned. Tears brimmed in her eyes and she stared up at his beautiful ones. ―I‘m going to miss you, so much, Titus.‖
He kissed her again, and she could have sworn the air shimmered just above him. ―Do not be sad, Chloe. I—―
He stiffened in her arms.
―No!‖ She knew what was coming next. The shimmering light surged into the air around them,
wreathing him like an unholy halo of light, beautiful and terrible at the same time.
Involuntarily, Titus began to step toward the pedestal, a haunted look in his eyes.
She wrapped both hands around his wrist, tugging him in the opposite direction. ―No, Titus, please! Just a bit longer!‖
4―Chloe,‖ he said, his voice ragged. ―I will treasure the memory of you forever.‖
―Don‘t go, Titus. Please,‖ she begged, trailing after him even as he moved, unerringly, back toward the pedestal.
The air was thick with shimmerlight as he strode back to the pedestal. He gave her a sad look – so very sad that it hurt her heart to see – and stepped onto the base. As she watched, his legs became marble once more, the curse creeping up his beautiful body. His fingers – now growing cold – touched her cheek and she glanced up at him. ―I love you, Chloe,‖ he said in a soft, husky voice, a mere second before his mouth turned to marble. ―Remember that.‖
―No,‖ she screamed, tugging frantically at the statue‘s spear that had reappeared in his hands.
―That‘s not fair! Titus, no!‖
There was no response. The shimmerlight winked out of existence, and she was left staring at his marble shoulders, pale and cold once more.
She collapsed at his feet, tears surging forward. ―You can‘t tell me that and then not give me a chance to tell you that I love you too.‖
5
―Chloe, my dear. You‘re back for the auction?‖ Muffin smiled at her.
―I am,‖ Chloe said dully. She‘d gone home and cried for about an hour, then realized that she couldn‘t just leave and never find out what truly happened to him. So she‘d showered, drank a cup of strong coffee, and drove herself back to the gallery.
Muffin beamed at the sight of her. ―I‘m pleased. Today is a big day.‖
―You look nice,‖ Chloe said, and it was true. The elderly woman dressed entirely in bright orange silk with a matching feathered turban. It would have looked very high society except for the fact that Muffin had accessorized with about twenty strands of pearls, her neck covered in a clacking mess of the beads.
Muffin waved a hand. ―Don‘t suck up to me, young lady. I‘ve made up my mind and your young
man has a date with destiny regardless of how much I like you.‖
Chloe gave her a sad smile. ―I know.‖
―Hmph,‖ was all Muffin said, but she gestured at a seat in the front row. ―Why don‘t you sit down and watch the auction?‖
Chloe sat, but she was numb. She barely paid attention when the room slowly filled with patrons and the auction began. She watched with little interest as vase after vase was carried out and sold to the highest bidder. She had a brief flash of interest as a set of curse tablets was placed for auction, but she knew without looking that none of them belonged to Titus.
5―We now come to the final piece in the auction,‖ the auctioneer said. ―A Roman statue of a soldier. The age is estimated at 30 BC, and was found in Alexandria, Egypt. Unlike most Roman statues, this is not a copy of a Greek original. We‘ll start the building at twenty thousand dollars.‖
Chloe held her breath. It was an extravagant amount. Maybe no one would bid, and she could go back to spending her evenings with Titus, safe in his arms, and him safe in hers.
But no. A beautiful woman came and sat down next to Chloe, clearly a last minute arrival to the auction. She raised her bidding card, a slight smile on her face.
―I have twenty thousand, do I hear twenty five?‖
Numb, Chloe barely paid attention as the bidding escalated. The woman was not the only bidder, but Chloe knew that she‘d win it. Muffin had known that, and she was his fairy godmother. This woman would pass the statue on to a future generation, and one of those women would be lucky enough to wake Titus forever.
―Sold to the lady for one hundred and sixty thousand dollars.‖
The woman had a faint, pleased smile on her face, and it made Chloe‘s insides twist. This woman would never know what she‘d truly won. Titus would continue to exist in a cage for another hundred years, unable to speak or touch or talk.