"Are you nervous?" 
	"Me? Nervous?" My every word is jittery, "n-n-no such thing."
	The man looks away in silent understanding as I swallow nervously. The crowd outside is deafening. I'm in way over my head. I was desperate for money, but perhaps I should have tempered my desperation. Even if I survive, I can't exactly enjoy my food if my stomach has been torn out. 
	"Well…" the man stirs, unsure what to do with me. "At least pick a weapon."
	I follow him to the armory to find an array of dismal looking weapons. I thought gladiators were supposed to be given fancy, beautiful swords and blades. Weapons to make Mars smile and nod with approval. I pick up a knife. I turn it upside down to examine the blade and it falls out, narrowly missing my leg. The man quickly looks back at me with wide open eyes, if a gladiator, even one as fresh as me, is hurt before a fight my lanista will have his head.
	The man handles me like a father seeing his son off to war. He sits me down and pats my back. Picking up the knife blade to slide it back into the hilt. He hands it back to me. The torchlight reflects my own sorry face in the metal. 
	"Look… boy…" he sighs, "I would pick something with more…" he hesitates as he looks down at me. "Something with more 'reach,' a fighter sometimes should pick his tools to compensate for his shortcomings." 
	"What about a two handed sword?"
	The man winces and shakes his head side to side. Handing me a longer thin sword. It's a fencing saber that's grown fat with rust and bluntness. 
	"How about this?"
	"S-Sure…"
	He stands me up to lead me to the gate. 
	"Just remember, in the end it's a show, so don't worry about killing your opponent."
	"Who am I fighting?"
	All I get in response is hesitation as he struggles for words. I'm going to die aren't I?
	"You are fighting…" the man looks down and rests a hand on my shoulder, "do you know who Magna Aurelia, the Golden Titan is?"
	"Golden Titan?" I knew the pay was too good to be true, "n-no… not exactly."
	The man feigns laughter, pretending it's no big deal. He slaps me on the back. Goading me onwards like he is but a shepherd guiding a lamb up a steep hill, or is he guiding me to a slaughter?
	At the gates we stand in silence, even if we wanted to speak to each other the roar of the crowd above us is like an earthquake. It shakes my very bones. A well dressed man in a toga walks to the gate. The way he looks through its iron bars reminds me of how a prisoner must feel. 
	"ARE YOU READY, BOY?" He yells.
	I nod and hold my sword tight.
	The man in the toga looks at my shepherd with a look that says, "is he serious?"
	"YOU'LL DO FINE! DON'T WORRY!"
	I'm worrying.
	The gate rises. My legs become jelly, gluing me to the ground. The man leans in and offers one last piece of advice. 
	"IT'S BEST IF YOU DON'T RESIST, JUST LET YOUR OPPONENT DO THEIR THING." I look at him in disbelief, "IT'S EASIER, I PROMISE!"
	He shoves the knife into my hand. Closing my hand around it before running off. I'm left holding the sword in one hand and a knife in the other like a doofus. I holster my knife and walk into the arena.
	I had always heard of the grand spectacle of gladiatorial combat. Giant arenas, cheering crowds, leering nobles, and an excited euphoria so strong you feel it on your skin. Everything is true but the last. All I feel is a terror in my bones. The arena is huge when you look down into it, but when you are actually in it. It is insurmountable. Powerful marble columns rise around you with arches big enough for Apollo to fly his chariot through. Pristine grandeur of the colosseum rises around you on every side. Propping up ogling crowds on its powerful arms. I have no doubt in my mind that it could last for millenia simply on the strength of its frame alone. You can't help but feel small. 
	The gate on the other end of the arena rises and the crowd goes insane. I point my sword towards whatever crawls its way out of that tunnel. I can do it, I can take on the "Golden Titan." A glimmery helmet materializes out of the black void. The golden mesh over its eye holes bores into my own eyes. Forcing me to yield to the helmet's mere silvery presence. But that's not the intimidating part. The intimidating part is how high up the helmet is. 
	I jump back when a strapping arm rockets out of the tunnel. Bracing itself against the iron bars of the gate as if the Golden Titan's legs are so powerful it has to be careful not to push too hard on the ground of the colosseum. The arm doesn't even need to reach that high at all. I sneak a peek at my own arm and realize how woefully outgunned I am. The Golden Titan suddenly pushes the gate upwards. Forcing it far higher than it should go. I see the gatekeepers flail and fall to the ground. The crowd loves it.
	It's just part of the show… it's just part of the show… they couldn't actually do that. The Golden Titan steps into the light. No, on second thought. I think they could.
	Hercules' big sister, that is how I would describe her, and when I say "big." I mean, "big enough to play with the Neman lion like it's a kitten." Every muscle in her body looks like it was chiseled not from marble but the stone of Mt. Olympus. I can't help but wonder if such an immaculate physique is even possible. Each fiber brims with power and aggression. Fed by veins that pump more blood than there is water in the Tiber. I can't help but wonder if she trains by taking over for Atlas. Generating earthquakes as she benches and squats the weight of the world. I shiver when I imagine the sheer vitality that dwells within the herculean potential of every strand of sinewy muscle, surely it has to be some foriegn material as human flesh alone wouldn't be able to contain such strength. 
	Yet I wouldn't be surprised if she was the daughter of Venus instead, she isn't some lumbering wall of flesh. She is shaped gracefully with the same intention a sculptor gives to their statues, to make them larger than life. You can't just look at a single part of her. You can't just look at her abs that are so tight and toned they could be shown as how to do a proper testudo formation. You can't just look at her arms that could punch through even the thickest of armor. You can't just look at the way her steel faulds hug her child bearing hips. You can't just look at her thighs that could crush colosseum columns between them. You can't just look at her chest that must cause roman baths to flood when her breasts dip beneath the surface. Something forces you to savor how she all fits together, like a colosseum. Her body forces my own to stir with funny feelings, forcing me to experience lust for the first time again. But this time on an entirely new level.
	The Golden Titan raises one arm to rile up the crowd. She raises her scutum high with no effort at all. Her arm bulges with an explosion of brawn that almost makes me instinctively dive for cover. I wonder if she arm wrestles with Jupiter on the weekends. From the way she walks and is able to bring the crowd to scream and cheer however she wants, you know she has done this countless times. The sunlight makes her skin glow allowing her confidence to radiate outwards for it to fall on your own skin to make you feel chilly with inadequacy. Each movement is done to strike fear into you, each breath is done to pull the air from your own lungs with, and each beat of her heart is a war drum. 
	She stops in front of me. Not even moving, simply trapping me in her shadow. Looming and watching my every reaction. Ruminating on how she is going to crush me. When faced with such absolute athletic perfection, part of me wants to run. The Golden Titan's chest billows outwards as she breathes. Her lungs are so deep and trained that I can feel the hot air of her exhale on my face. I watch her head tilt to the side. The sun now bouncing off her long hair, braided into a golden rope, a rope fit for making a noose to choke me with. I can see her bright blue eyes burning like some super natural flame behind her helmet. A bloodthirsty kind of fire, one picked up from listening to Pluto dictate the many ways to eviscerate opponents in the arena. 
But then that fire goes out, it's replaced with something entirely different. Something that scares me even more, they burn with lust. Her radiance goes from aggressive and skull crushing to curious and playful, flirty even, like she is smitten. I step back and I see her eyes smile. I start to shiver as she throws down her weapons. Pounding her shield into the ground and throwing her sword away. She cracks her knuckles and smiles. 
	I'm in trouble now, aren't I? She breathes heavily as she comes closer, almost giddy at the toy she gets to play with. The Golden Titan beats her gauntlets together and beckons for me to take the first swing. The crowd cheers furiously.
	"DO IT! DO IT! GET ON WITH IT!"
	I can see her smirk underneath the helmet. I stand frozen as she beckons for me to come closer like I'm a puppy. I shake my head side to side only for her to stomp angrily on the ground. She begins to slowly reach for her sword again to goad me on. It works. I run forth and blindly thrust my sword.
	She expertly sidesteps me, placing a strong hand against my chest and a thick leg behind my own two. I can see her eyes smirk at how cute my little sword thrust was, endearing even. And all she does is gently push, but her gentle flips my entire world on its head. She pushes me onto my back, knocking the wind out of me. She catches my sword before it even hits the ground. I hear her laugh happily as she inspects my sword. She leans down, it's like the sky is falling. I can see her abs flex to grow in size as she does so. I slowly put my hands up only for her to giggle and tap my sword against her helmet as if to say:
	"That wasn't going to work and you knew it."
	She balls my shirt up in her hand to lift me without any effort at all. I see her bright blue eyes smile at me as she does so, as bright as a full moon at night behind her helmet. The Golden Titan sighs and brings her other arm up. All of that sinew… all of that muscle fiber… christ it's like she has boulders beneath her skin… I'm going to die aren't I? I look down at a thick vein that runs up her arm. It pulses with angrily. It's so big I could hardly even cover it with my index finger. A part of my brain swoons at the thought of that. She winds up and I start to flail desperately. Kicking my feet against her marble thighs, they really are like colosseum columns with how hard they are. 
	I yelp when she drops the hammer, letting her fist rocket towards me. I'm surprised I can still hear the crowd's cheering. I open my eyes and flinch when I see her gargantuan fist less than a fingernail's width away from my face. The Golden Titan snickers, pulling her hand away while tilting her head to the side curiously. Pleased at how pale my face is. She comes in close like a wolf bringing its teeth to the neck of a lamb it has caught. I feel the hot breath from her massive lungs blow onto my face. I shrink away from her much to her chagrin. She holds my shirt tighter to force me to look at her. Her blue eyes bore a hole in my head. And then, she softly bops me on the nose with her helmet. I dangle there, confused, I bring a hand up to check that my nose is still there only for her to laugh boisterously at my meek movement. 
	What I don't see is that her other arm has pulled out her huge sword, I jump when I feel a big, cold blade of sword work its way up my shirt. She coos as she slides the flat part of the blade across my skin. The thick blade eventually erupting out of my shirt collar, forcing me to peek around it to see the Golden Titan on the other side. She lets go of my shirt and simply lets me dangle from her thick sword blade. Bringing me up high. 
	Someone in the crowd throws an apple into the arena, the Golden Titan's eyes tracking it perfectly. She skewers it perfectly with the tip of the sword. The juice and bits of apple dripping down onto me. Suddenly she twists her sword to slice my shirt off, letting me fall to the ground. She laughs like she had stolen my shirt and in a way she has with how she balls it up in her hand. Crushing the weak cloth in her strong grip. She makes sure I watch as she hides a ball of the fabric in her cleavage, winking when she is finished. She spins her sword and sprints towards me. About to gut me like a bird with the massive sword she handles like a knife.
	A knife. I desperately draw my knife only for the blade to fly off the hilt again. For an instant she laughs but then suddenly goes quiet, as does most of the crowd who gasp in surprise. She looks down at the blade that is stuck in the inner part of her thigh. It appears to have nicked a vein with how profusely her leg bleeds. The crowd goes insane with excitement at what is about to come. She pulls out the blade and flicks it like it's a pebble. 
	I expect her to explode with rage at being wounded by such a stupid thing. But she just smiles happily behind her helmet, thinking it's the cutest thing ever. She drives her sword into the ground. Bringing her sword hand up to hold my cheek as she whispers.
	"Keep your head still."
	She throws me into her shield, the crowd roars for blood, and she pulls her sword out of the ground. Aiming it at me. The Golden Titan telegraphs her sword throw. Exaggerating her steps. She's not actually going to kill me, is she? I watch her chiseled body twist as she brings her sword up. It's just a show, right? Her muscular serratus bulges out of her side as she inhales. She knows what she's doing right? 
	I swallow nervously and shut my eyes. I hear the lustful whistle of her sword chewing through the air. Followed by the shield moving behind me. The blade of her sword is a fingernail apart from slicing into my neck and shoulder. She threw it perfectly to pin me against her shield. The crowd cheers as she sprints towards me once again. 
	
	I thank Jupiter it's just a show. Because otherwise she would have actually killed me, she jumps over the shield grabbing it on the other end. Throwing me and the sword off of it. I cough as I try to climb to my feet. My bruised body isn't doing me any favors. The Golden Titan stomps towards me, looking down with a self satisfied grin. In a panic I pick up her sword and am instantly shocked at how heavy it is. Shivering when I realize that is the strength she can wield so wantonly. It's even still warm from her hands, the heat bites into my palms as I turn the sword against its former master.
	The Golden Titan giggles as I bring it up with a struggle. I lunge forward only for her to calmly bring her shield up. Suddenly everything goes blurry when something hits me, I stumble back as she laughs harder. She leans on her knees as I blush furiously. She had slapped me. I try to swing the sword again, only for her to dodge and playfully slap. This time knocking me to the ground.  She's stupidly fast. I'm surprised the ground of the colosseum doesn't crack from her legs pushing against it. I hold my spinning head as she walks up to me. I don't think she understands not everyone is as strong as she is. 
	She kicks the sword out of my hand and throws her shield to the side. I watch her get ready to pile drive me. Showing me the elbow that she will crack my skull with. The Golden Titan comes down like a meteor, I just barely roll out of the way. But she reacts inhumanly fast. Wrapping an arm around my chest to bear hug me. She gets on her knees and hands. Pressing my back against her midriff. I start to scream but that only convinces her to move her herculean arm up to my neck to both choke and gag me. I can taste the sweat on her soft skin. She pretends to wrestle me to hide how she humps me lustfully. I whimper from pain when I feel her grind herself against me. All I can do is let her have her way like a rabbit caught in the teeth of a lion.
	"Hey short stuff, I hope your swordsmanship in bed is better than in the arena," she whispers. 
I scream into her bicep and she flips herself onto her back. Getting me into a headlock.
She coos teasingly, "don't tell me you didn't think about it."
I start to lose consciousness. I can only weakly mimic the motions of fighting back against her. I feel as someone being swept along by an avalanche feels, helpless. All I can do is look up at the sky.
"I'll be seeing you later, don't go anywhere."
	
	I wake up on the softest couch known to man. It's wonderfully cushy against my aching and sore body. I feel like I got sucker punched by Mars for being such a disgrace in combat. I'm definitely not at the arena anymore. This room is far too nice. Beautiful clean floors, high lofty ceilings, ornate decorations, and a grand fireplace burning against the night sky. It must be the home of a grotesquely wealthy and powerful noble. I feel very out of place but would like to stay here for a while longer. I nuzzle into the couch, letting its softness rise up around me. I feel safe here. Not anything like in the arena. My nerves still feel soggy and fuzzy from the terror I felt. Nobles have guards, I relax and take a deep breath, and guards can fight off gladiators.
	I roll onto my other side. A familiar helmet and eyes look down at me. I don't think this is a noble's house. We stare at each other. The tension keeps us suspended like a bubble of air in honey. My body tingling as my nerves protest being pressed into service with such a little break. The Golden Titan takes one, pleased breath, and whispers.
	"Boo."
	She laughs when I instinctively panic. Knowing nothing but my flight instinct that is telling me to escape, but I'm drenched in a soaking, heavy exhaustion that weighs me down. 
	"Calm down, you're so sheepish."
	The Golden Titan pulls off her helmet and begins to undo her long golden braid.
	"I just wanted to scare you a little is all." She sighs happily, "and I did say I'd be seeing you later," she snickers.
	Her face is chiseled and beautiful as one would expect, a sharp jaw that leads up to her piercing blue eyes. Eyes that stab into your heart like arrow tips. You can't help but stare at their deep ocean-like depths as they pull you in. Hypnotizing on the surface, but fraught with danger beneath. And like any sailor will tell you, the last place you want to be is the ocean during a storm, and the last thing I want to see is what her ocean-like eyes look like when they are angry. 
	"W-Why am I here?" I ask.
	The Golden Titan snickers and flicks a bruise on my arm. I wince, trying to roll away but she flicks the bruise again to emphasize that's not a good idea. 
	"I made your wounds, it's only fair if I fix them."
	"You don't need to. I-I-I will be going now, my Lanista will want to know where I am."
	All I get is more of her thundering, boisterous laughter, so loud it could shake a coluessem. 
	"You're not going to believe this but we have the same Lanista."
	"What?"
	Her blue eyes become gray and stormy as she looms over me, blocking out the light with her threatening physique. 
	"You walk out that door and you will still see me tomorrow when we train together. And one way or another, I will have you back on this couch, back in my home." She whispers threateningly, biting at me with her tone. "Because the alternative will be so much worse for you." I shiver and shrinkwards only for her to follow me, "I have my ways. Only so many of which involve a sword."
	I nod and stammer, "I'll s-stay the night."
	The Golden Titan smiles and brings a hand down to cup my chin. I flinch when her skin touches mine. She coos, enamoured by my reaction.
	"Sensitive to the touch, are we? Hmmm… that's alright." 
	She pulls her hand back much to my relief, even her hand takes up an insane amount of space. Every inch of her skin radiates danger, as coals radiate heat. I look up at her robust arm and see all her muscles burning with pure brawn. The Golden Titan notices my stare and snickers. I wouldn't be surprised if her forearm had more strength in it than I do in my entire body.
	"Are you hungry?"
	I throw my gaze away from her as I stutter out an answer.
	"No, I'm alright."
	I suddenly feel the couch tilt back, balanced again without the Golden Titan leaning on it. I watch her rise into the air like Jupiter is pulling her up by some invisible string. She just keeps going and going, taking an excruciating time for me just to see her shoulders pass the ridge of the couch. She wears royal blue robes that are tight against her body, extenuating her athletic curves. By the time her midriff passes the top of the couch I am feeling tiny compared to her. A part of me longs to press my palm against her stomach to feel the explosive potential it holds.
	She effortlessly steps over the low end of the couch to stand straddling it. 
	"That's too bad, I am absolutely famished." 
	She doesn't even need to say anything or move her body seductively. Her mere presence is enough to drive me to my wits end. The Golden Titan looks down at me with unbridled desire, so strong Venus would blush from its lewdness. Full of a hungry lust but seeing me as a solution to her empty stomach. My heart flutters at the mental image of her suddenly tearing my neck open with her teeth. My hand reflexively goes up to protect my jugular.
	The gladiatrix laughs, "I'm not going to eat you." 
	She stoops down to grab me by the shirt as a cat bites the scruff of her kitten's neck, to move me off the couch and onto my feet. She points to grapes lying on a nearby table.
	"How about you fetch me some of those."
	From the way she smirks smugly at me, I know that's not a question. When I turn towards the table she slaps me on the ass, I yelp and flip around.
	"I'm just putting some wind in your sails," she teases.
	I quickly grab the grapes but keep my distance from her when I come back. I shove the grapes towards her and sheepishly look away.
	"Now what am I supposed to do with these?" She asks.
	"E-Eat them?"
	"To eat them they need to be in my mouth, short stuff."
	She suggestively licks her lips and opens her mouth. I blush and pick a grape off the stem. But when I hand it to her, she just calmly brings her big hand up to wrap around mine. She slowly applies pressure to crush the grape in my hand by forcing my hand closed.
	"Nooo… not like that," she whispers, "like how nobles make those beneath them feed them grapes." 
	"Like their servants?"
	"Like their servants," she echos.
	"A-Am I your servant now?"
	She chides me, "only if you would like to be beneath me." 
	I notice her rubbing her chiseled thighs together and I blush harder. I bring the stem up to feed her. She bites the grapes off one by one. Looking into my eyes lustfully, violently crushing each grape between her teeth. It's like feeding a lion by hand with nothing but scraps of meat the size of your thumb. I keep her at progressively further and further arms reach. I break eye contact and stare at the floor.
	"Hey, hey, where are you going?"
	She uses her amazingly long reach to pull me back, forcing my crotch to rub up against the arm rest. She snickers and slaps me on the ass again, groping at me. Forcing gasps out of my mouth. I look anywhere but at her eyes and can't help but take notice of her body.
	There's just so much of her, she's so tall. I could rest on her with ease. Feel her lift me up and down from merely her breathing. Hear the roaring beat of her heart like I'm sleeping next to a river. To know just how warm she is…
	"Hey, did you forget about me?"
	I got distracted and had lifted the grapes out of her reach. 
	"How about you sit next to me?" She pats the cushion in front of her overflowing chest. "It's nice and soft, I promise." When I stand frozen she coos more, "come sit," and when I am too scared to do anything she curtly demands once more for me to "sit."
	I follow her command and sit next to her. She sighs happily.
	"That's a good boy."
	I'm trapped in her stare once more. She lets her tongue graze the surface of each grape before she bites it off. Using her neck because it makes the stem shake and me shiver. Especially as she works her way up the stem, coming closer and closer to my fingers with her teeth. I sneak peeks at the deepness of her cleavage. Venusian. That is all I need to say about it. Suddenly I hear a violent snap, I jump back thinking she had bitten off my finger. 
	She roars with laughter and spits a large bit of stem onto my shirt.
	"You're so sheepish, like a little lamb." She teases, "like a little lamb who has lost his way." Her arm snakes around my stomach to squeeze it tight. "How much redder can your face get? If I were to squeeze you, would you pop?" 
	I whimper and try to wiggle my way out. 
	"You even move like a lamb." 
	She props herself up on an arm to whisper into my ear.
	"Would you like me to be your shepherd? To show you how to be a 'good' little lamb." 
	She bites her lower lip as I shake my head side to side, trying even harder to escape her iron grip. Thinking my resistance is cute.
	"Mhmm… I think you do." She feels up my crotch with a strong hand, rubbing up against my hard on. "I can feel it in your loins." 
	She presses the hand against my chest. Sneaking it beneath my shirt as she coos seductively.
	"I can feel it in your heart." She twists my head towards her's. "A lamb like you needs a big pasture to roam around in." She presses her body against me, my face burns harder. "I'll show you the way." The Golden Titan spreads her thighs, her robes straining as her legs part. 
	"I can let you come inside," she bites at my ear. "Do you want to come inside?"
	"Uhhh…"
	Suddenly a new voice echoes from the doorway, "AURELIA! AURELIA!" It's our Lanista.
	Aurelia huffs and swings her legs around as she gets off the couch. Knocking me to the floor. I look up as she winks and whispers.
	"Do me a favor and hide."
	I duck beneath the table.
	Our Lanista yells angrily. 
	"What did you do with the new kid?" She demands. "I know you did something with him."
	Aurelia rolls her eyes, "we didn't DO anything yet."
	"So he is here!?"
	"I don't know what you're talking about."
	"Well, the other gladiators said you forced your way into the room where they left him. And then proceeded to throw him over your shoulder to carry him away," the Lanista accuses.
	"I don't know what you're talking about."
	Our Lanista brings her hands up like she is about to fight Aurelia, Aurelia merely pushes her leg between the Lanista's. The Lanista realizes it's a lost cause and sighs.
	"Look, just get him out here."
	Aurelia laughs and calls out.
	"Lamb, you can come out now."
	I stay hidden beneath the table.
	"Don't tell me you lost him."
	Aurelia rolls her eyes and idly slaps the Lanista to her feet.
	"Lamb?" Aurelia repeats, but then she stomps her foot angrily with enough strength to fall a bridge. "LAMB!"
	I sheepishly climb out from underneath the table. Some plates still shake from Aurelia's fury. 
	"There you are!" The Lanista exclaims, coming up to check my wounds. "She didn't 'hurt' you did she?"
	"Hurt me?"
	"Yes, 'hurt'" She emphasizes the word hurt while looking back at Aurelia. 
	"N-No?"
	"Good, good." The Lanista breathes a sigh of relief, "I'm going to be taking him back to the gladiators' quarters now."
	The Lanista takes my hand to pull me along quickly. But Aurelia blocks the doorway.
	"No. He's staying here, with me."
	She looms over the both of us, daring either one to challenge her. I look to the Lanista for help but her face has gone pale.
	Aurelia leers towards our Lanista.
	"In fact, why don't we have a little private chat. Just you and me?"
	Suddenly it seems like Aurelia is her boss, not the other way around. The Lanista stirs uncomfortably. She now looks at me for assistance. Aurelia smirks when she sees the Lanista's resolve has begun to melt. 
	Aurelia tilts her head towards me, smirking harder by the second, her blue eyes burning bright with mischief.
	"Now lamb, do you think you could leave us alone for a couple of minutes? It won't take long." 
	She flicks her tongue against her teeth to emphasize the "long," making our Lanista take a step back. The Lanista looks at me, silently pleading with me not to do so, 
	"And one more thing." Aurelia blows a kiss at me, "don't wander off too far."
	She closes the door behind me. I sit on a nearby chair reveling in the majestic luxury of Aurelia's home. But I can't help but feel like a child who was sent out of the room for being naughty. It's for the best right? I breathe a sigh of relief. I felt like Aurelia was mere moments away from tearing me apart with her hands. Seizing on me like a starved lion would… well… a lamb. I sit back and try to relax. The conversation in the other room is oddly quiet, only stifled sounds of the Lanista's voice make it through the wall and after a while the door opens. 
	I look at the fancy carvings of the doorframe and notice head shaped marks on the top, like someone had run it into it a couple too many times. Nearby in the wall there are areas that look like someone had punched them in a blind rage, conspicuously hidden by decorations. Aurelia is definitely tall enough to where she has to duck down to get through doors.
	Aurelia comes out with her arm around the Lanista who clings to her side, and the other pushing against the doorframe. Aurelia clearly pleased with how the conversation turned out. The Lanista has a glazed look on her eye and is oddly radiant from what I can only describe as surprise satisfaction. She takes deep breaths. Her legs shaking ever so slightly as Aurelia helps to walk her towards me. 
	"Aurelia sai---" she yelps when Aurelia squeezes her side. "I mean I sai---" she stumbles over her words, still breathy and tired. 
	Aurelia's warm smile begins to cool with suspicion towards the Lanista's actions. The Lanista quickly gathers herself as her legs come together tightly. She takes one final breath before continuing.
	"You're going to work as Aurelia's… ummm… 'assistant.'" 
	The Lanista looks up at Aurelia who nods slowly and taps two fingers on the Lanista's shoulder. Her eyes grow wide when she sees those two fingers on her shoulder.
	"What about my gladiatorial contract?" I ask.
	"F-Forget about that." She stammers quickly, breathing a sigh of relief when Aurelia stops tapping her shoulders. "You're Aurelia's assistant now, that's your contract. No combat, just… assisting."
	"Like a servant?" My stomach drops, "I'm her servant now?"
	The Lanista grits her teeth, goading me to shut up with her tone.
	"No. You are an assistant. Okay?"
	Aurelia sees our Lanista out of the house. The Lanista walks a little funny. Preferring to brace against anything near. She looks back at Aurelia and I, sighing. Aurelia smirks and waves with her two fingers. Making the Lanista blush and turn away. The door closes like a cell door in front of me.
	"Now then…" Aurelia leans against the door to emphasize there is no escape. "Where were we?"
	I immediately blush and look down at the floor.
	"That's right! How sheepish you are around me." She crosses her arms and bends over, baiting me into looking into her cleavage. "How you're my, 'little lamb.'"
	Aurelia walks towards the living room, expecting me to follow.
	"Come on, lamb. Follow me," she pats her hip gently. 
	I swallow nervously, walking to follow her. We sit on the couch. I sit as far away from Aurelia as possible much to her amusement. She watches me sneak peeks at her, each time she catches me she winks, licks her lips, blows a kiss, or some variation of the tree. 
	"You know, you're quite lucky I was here when you woke up."
	"What?"
	"Rome can be a dangerous place. You could have wandered off while I was away, getting lost somewhere."
	She jabs my side with a finger, laughing when I flinch from the pain. 
	"W-Where were you then?"
	"I was using my bath right before you woke up."
	"You have your own bath?"
	Aurelia smirks now that she has my attention.
	"One of the many perks of being a gladiator, I was able to have my very own bath built. In fact…" she slides up to me, mushing my face against the side of her chest as she points. "It's right over there." 
	Aurelia looks down at me, her blond hair forming a canopy around my head. Absorbing the light with its golden color. All the light seemingly coming from her piercing blue eyes. I feel oddly safe with how strong her grip is around me, strangely secure.
	"Would you like to use it?"
	My mind spins with the thought, a bath after all of the chaos of the day.
	"Yes…"
	Aurelia shows me inside, grinning at my reaction. The first thing I feel is the humidity. The wonderful warm wetness of the steamy water. The light of the melting candles reflecting off the water. The gentle pitter patter of trickling water echoing through the room. A chamber of tranquility.
	"What do you think, perhaps I could even 'help' you settle in?" 
	She squeezes my shoulder suggestively, making me jump. The thought of Aurelia's naked form makes me swoon. To finally see what is beneath her robes. To see what makes her the unstoppable athlete she is. I look up at her nervously, Aurelia smiles as she holds me tighter against her chest. The thought of her uncovered chest, all that water clinging to her skin. I would be able to see everything and she would be able to see all of me. Her hands would be all over me. Feeling, pressing, pushing, rubbing, and… and…
	I hide my face in my hands. My burning cheeks singe my palms.
	"No?" Aurelia laughs, "is the thought too much for you?" She sighs as she ruffles my hair. "Very well." She whispers in my ear before she leaves, "put your clothes by the door."
	When she's gone I start to strip, placing my clothes by the door like she told me. Dipping myself in the soothing hot water of the bath. Letting all my troubles of the day go. I jump when I hear Aurelia's voice echo from the living room.
	"I hope the water isn't too hot, I did just use it after all."
	Wait… I look at the candles around me. Most of them are bathing in their wax. I make the mental connection and suddenly the water is lava against my skin. Making me tingle as I bubble beneath the surface. She had used this right before me. Some of the warmth is from her body. I look at the many soaps she has sitting on the side of the tub. I pick up a bar that has curled inwards overtime. It's the perfect shape to rub along her… I put the bar back on the side of the tub. 
	I'm now aware of just how oversized the tub is. A trio of bubbles stick to the side, far above the water level. Those aren't from me. Meaning they're from… I blush and hide under the water again. I don't want to think about that but does she really displace that much water? And then I notice something out of place, behind the soaps is something green. I pick it up. It's a big cucumber. Why would she have a cucumber sitting next to her bath? I mean it'd be a cool snack, but not really something I would enjoy. Wine seems like a more logical choice. I search for a wine goblet nearby but find nothing. My hands shake and I put down the cucumber. It's just for eating. Nothing else. She must have finished the other one or kept it here for when she gets hungry. With all that muscle mass she must need a lot of food so it's okay. She does not use it for anything else. 
	I quickly finish my bath and dry myself off. Only to find my clothes have gone missing. I peek out of the bath to see Aurelia idly drinking from a goblet of wine. There's no one else in the house and she did tell me specifically to leave it there. I blush at the thought of her peeking on me in the bath. I cover myself with a towel and awkwardly walk over to her.
	"Hey Aurelia?" She ignores me, sipping from her goblet happily. "Aurelia?" I repeat. 
	She gives no reaction. I look around nervously. I walk up closer to her. 
	"Aurelia?" 
	She feigns hearing something in the distance, scooching to make room for me right next to her. I sit next to her and ask again.
	"Aurelia?"
	"Lamb! There you are." She rests her drinking elbow on my head, giving me a little noogie. "How was your bath?"
	"Where are my clothes?"
	Aurelia hides her smile in a drink of wine. 
	"Aurelia, please."
	"I don't know what you're talking about."
	She leans back on the couch, raising her thigh up to brush it against my side. Making me shiver with how warm it is compared to the cold night air. Aurelia raises an eyebrow at my reaction. Chiding me smugly.
	"You really shouldn't have misplaced your clothes. You did place it next to the door like I told you, right?"
	"I did…" I explain.
	"Hmmm…" 
	Aurelia finishes her wine with one mighty gulp, licking off one errant drop that drips down the side of the goblet with her tongue. Staring at me all the while.
	"Perhaps…" she leans against me, "that's why they went missing?"
	I look up at her smiling face, "so you did take them?"
	"Maybe, maybe not." I watch her rest a hand on my leg. "But maybe it wouldn't have happened if you let me 'help' you while you were in there." She whispers. 
	Each word drips with a sultry honey. Making me blush and try to hide away. But Aurelia scoops me up to rest me on her leg. I curl up from the feeling of her powerful, strapping thighs beneath me. 
	"Hmmm… it's a shame all you have is a towel to wear now. You're going to get cold." 
	Aurelia presses a hand against my stomach, smiling when she sees me fight the urge to bask in its warmth. She slowly pushes it downwards but I stop it right when her fingers reach the top of my towel. Aurelia glares at me before feigning a smile. Pressing her body against my back. Resting her chest on the top of my head. Making sure I feel the entire weight of both her breasts on my scalp. I can feel every breath she takes. Every beat of her heart. All that hot blood and lust in her body warming my own cold fearful one. I seesaw between fighting the pleasurable warmth and relishing it. I don't notice Aurelia has sneakily moved her other hand to grab at my towel. I yelp when she tries to pull it off and fight back by holding it tight.
	"Shhh… shhh… it's okay, lamb. I can make you even warmer without that towel." 
	I resist one of her playful tugs which are more like violent pulls. Aurelia giggles at the effort I have to exert to resist her. She bops my nose playfully as she whispers in my ear.
	"Don't you want to feel warm?" 
	I shiver as her hot hands run up and down my almost naked body. Her soft skin running across mine. Leaving trails of fire everywhere they go. Making me feel dizzy as I'm slathered in heat from her graceful finger tips. I feel her grope everywhere but underneath my towel. Learning how I flinch and move under her touch to force me back into her other hand. She coos gently as she tries to coax me into letting my guard down. 
	"Relax, relax… it'll be nice. I'm warm, you're cold. I'm big, you're small. I'm strong, you're…" she giggles, "cute, cute and fragile like a lamb."
	She runs her hand across my lap. Letting it brush against my growing hard on. I look up at her hoping she hadn't noticed but her blue eyes have iced over with sadistic curiosity. She begins to channel her impatience into bouncing her leg slowly
	"We 'fit' together. You're MADE for me."
	I shut my eyes as she continues to whisper seductively, sneaking attacks on my towel that I have to fend off. Before finally giving up with a tired sigh, but from the look in her eye I can see my fight has only endeared me to her more. She runs a hand through my hair. Putting up her other hand up to signal her surrender. 
	"You're quite the tenacious one, you know that right?" 
	I whimper quietly as she stands up, holding my towel tighter than ever in case she tries something else. Aurelia stretches. Her back cracks loudly. She smiles as she looks down at my shivering body. Knowing soon she will get what she wants. I notice her rubbing the bandage on her thigh that covers the place my knife blade had fallen.
	"Did I do that?"
	"Yes, you did." She speaks like she's proud of me, "quite unexpected."
	Aurelia walks towards me and sits on the table, putting her meaty leg out to rest it next to me. Her calf bulges as it relaxes on the cushion next to me. I can never truly express my amazement at how impeccably she is built. 
	"How about this, lamb." Aurelia grins, "you… kiss my wound and I'll give your clothes back."
	I nod and stand but she frowns.
	"Do it from the other side."
	"Between your legs?"
	She nods. I flinch when she brings her other leg to rest on the other side of me. It moves with the momentum of a battering ram. I'm trapped between her legs. I start to lean down to kiss her wound but she suddenly slams them inwards to knock the wind out of me. 
	"How about you get down on your knees?" Aurelia chides me when she sees the fear in my eyes. "Don't worry, I won't crush your head." 
	Aurelia flexes her thighs to make me recoil as they explode in size around me. She laughs loudly.
	"I like seeing you from this angle. It makes me feel even bigger." Aurelia grabs the back of my head, "even more powerful." 
	She bites her lip as she holds my head tighter and tighter. I don't like where this is going. A hand goes to move the fabric of her robes away from her sensitive region but then suddenly stops. She lets go of my head and sighs.
	"Well then, are you going to kiss or not?"
	I press my lips against the bandaid. 
	"Good boy."
	Aurelia leads me to a dark room. Pressing her arm against the door frame as she walks through. She ducks down as she does so. To not repeat the same mistake of knocking her forehead against the top. I can see the marks where she did it. The light from the hallway falling onto a bed where my clothes are neatly folded and waiting for me. I move to grab them but then stop. Is this a trap? Aurelia sighs, parting the curtains. 
	"An observant little lamb, aren't you?"
	The moonlight illuminates her bedroom. A beautiful iron bed frame. A lavish dresser. A sparkling armor display. I can't help but look in awe at the opulence of her wealth. But then Aurelia closes the door behind us.
	"You are going to dress yourself, aren't you?" She teases.
	"Y-Yes…"
	I start to remove my towel but then remember Aurelia is still in the room. 
	"Can you give me some privacy?"
	Aurelia snickers and pushes me onto the bed. 
	"How do I know you won't do something perverted, like sniff my bed sheets?"
	My cheeks turn bright red much to her amusement.
	"Alright… alright… I'll give you some privacy. Here, I'll turn around."
	I start to remove my towel again but see her sneaking a peek back at me.
	"Aurelia…"
	"Such a modest lamb," she laughs.
	I crouch awkwardly beneath her bed. When she sees I'm trying to hide she gets up on her tie toes, I have to practically lie on the floor as I pull my clothes on.
	"There, all dressed. Now… how about we get some sleep?"
	"Sleep?"
	Aurelia smiles, "why do you think I left your clothing on top of my bed?"
	I look at the door. She is blocking it. I look at the window. It's far too high up. I shudder from nervousness. 
	"Can I sleep somewhere else?"
	"I'm not going to make you sleep on the couch, what kind of gladiatrix would I be if I did that?" She presses a hand against my cheek, snickering when I desperately try to push away its iron arm to no avail. "You're MY little lamb, my 'assistant.' We are going to sleep together, in the same bed."
	I back away from her. Her blue eyes burn bright even in the darkness. The dark grows her statuesque body even more. I back into a wall. Aurelia smiles when she sees I have nowhere to go. She grabs my chin between two fingers. Forcing me to look up at her.
	"Are you scared I'll roll over in my sleep? Crushing you?"
	I nod and she coos gently.
	"Lamb… I wouldn't do that. In fact, how about this, I promise I won't do anything of the sort. We will just sleep." She raises her hands up in mock surrender. "Hands off."
	I stir nervously but agree to those terms.	
	Aurelia's bed is soft and warm. I instantly feel sleepy when I touch the mattress. All the soreness and stress pulled out in my body by its fluffy surface. Replaced with a feeling of safety accentuated by the silky blankets and feathery down. The sheets even smell like she does, like honey and girl. 
	"I see you like it."
	My eyelids flutter. Aurelia's seductive tone now sounds caring and loving, each word a sing song lullaby. She brings a hand up to feel my cheek but then stops when she sees my eyes grow wide. I scrunch up under the blanket. 
	"Right… right… no touching…" she sighs.
	I start to drift off to sleep but notice Aurelia won't stop staring at me. We make eye contact for a while before I start to turn over.
	"Ahh, ahh, ahh." She says, "I want you to face me or the deal is off."	
	I gingerly roll back over to see her intent gaze lock onto me once more.
	"What's wrong? Do you not like me watching you sleep?" I hide behind the blanket as she leans in to whisper in my ear. "Because I sure do." 
	I gasp when she nibbles the lobe ever so slightly. I would fight back or flinch but I'm suddenly so tired. The way her silky hair feels against my neck is heavenly. Weighed down by the blankets and pulled down by the mattress. All the exhaustion has hit me like a train.
	"That's it… drift off to sleep… you're nice and safe here… relax… you're right where you belong." 
	There is no chance at all I can resist the siren song of Aurelia's voice now. Each word is the sound equivalent of honey stirred in warm milk. She comes in closer, careful to honor the terms of our deal. Coaxing me into a feeling of pure safety, of belonging. She's a gladiator, she knows to take her time with things, she will win somehow. It's just a matter of when. I feel her hot breath ruffle my hair as she smiles at my sleepy gaze. I fall into a deep sleep. The last thing I see is two blue stars looking down at me. 

	part 2 (long): 

	I am surprised to wake up perfectly intact. I check my body up and down, beyond surprised that Aurelia hadn't violated me in my sleep. The mere thought of her looming, strong touch makes me curl up and blush. But Aurelia is nowhere to be seen. I look all around the room for her, not quite letting my guard down just yet, I even peek underneath the bed to check for a "monster."
	Aurelia really is gone. I fall back onto the mattress, relieved to be alone at last. But despite her not being here to hog most of the blankets, I actually feel colder. I kind of miss her body heat. The warm attention she gave me. I look over at the big empty spot on the bed where she had been sleeping beside me. I feel… lonely… in some strange way the attention she gave me was addicting.
	I climb out of bed to look for Aurelia. She shouldn't be too hard to find, being tall enough for me to see her from a mile away and all. The wide halls and high ceilings of her house make me feel small as I peek into each room. The opulence makes you feel out of place. Perfect white marble floors that you don't want to walk on for fear of scuffing them. Polished brass door knobs you don't want to use for fear of smudging them. The house isn't gaudy but painfully tasteful instead. I look at the pottery up on a shelf. Aurelia must be loaded, but not just loaded,she has the kind of wealth that one struggles to find things to spend it on.
	I smell something wonderful from the dining room. Smells of bacon, eggs, bread, cheese, stew, and everything that is good. I follow the smell. The sound of the morning market outside seeping in through the windows. I wonder if Aurelia had gone shopping, but would she even do her own shopping? Surely she has servants upon servants to do that for her. 
	An entire table heavy with breakfast foods sits in the dining room. Each plate clearly had once held a lot more food, but loom as if an entire Roman legion had their fill or one Aurelia. I catch the glimpse of Aurelia casually sitting in a chair near the door. Enjoying a roll of bread as she stares out at the market outside. But when I try to walk into the room she calmly puts her leg out to block my way, how did she hear me? She smirks when I run into her leg. Words cannot truly describe how long and thick it is but it's like a tree had suddenly fallen from nowhere. 
	"Aren't you going to say good morning, my little lamb?"
	"G-G-Good M-Morning." 
	I try to push her leg out of my way. But the muscles ripple with an inhuman strength, the heat on her skin burning my hands. She begins to smugly smile as she raises her leg higher. I wonder if she would have been able to lift me off the ground if I hadn't taken my hands off it.
	Aurelia commands me further. "Good morning, who?"
	"A-Aurelia…"
	She smiles smugly, "now say the whole thing."
	"G-Good morning, Aurel-l-lia." I stammer.
	"Good boy."
	Aurelia lets her leg down to let me pass. I breathe a sigh of relief.
	"Good morning, my little lamb." She says as I walk by her. 
Aurelia raises an eyebrow when I take a seat on the same side of her, because that's where the food is, but as far away from her as possible. I see her stifle a giggle. She pretends to stretch. Yawning loudly as she leans towards me. Giving me a toothy smile as I back my chair away from her but end up hitting the leg of the table. I feel her hook a foot around my chair. Violently pulling me into her own chair. She gives a little bump with her hips to force me off my chair. Laughing loudly when I awkwardly climb back on. 
	"This is much better, don't you think lamb?"
	"I-I-I…" I stutter, going silent when I see her glare at me. "Y-Yes this is much better." Please don't hurt me.
	"Are you hungry, lamb?"
	I gasp silently when I feel her hand cup my chin affectionately. She purrs happily at the sound.
	"Hmmm… could you make that sound for me again?"
	"What sound?"
	I yelp when Aurelia feels me up from beneath.
	"Mhmm… not quite that sound but close enough." Aurelia sighs blissfully, "what would you like to eat, lamb?"
	I blush and shrink inwards when she tries to press her hand against my belly. She forces her hand through my arms to do it anyway. 
	"We really do need to get some food into you."
	"Some bacon would be nice."
	Aurelia spears an entire plateful of bacon for me on a single fork. Wielding the fork like it's a spear and she's spearing an enemy's ski--- never mind. But before she sets it on my plate she takes a moment to look at me. Her eyes burn with the same strange lust from when she had first seen me. The corner of her turns up in a mischievous grin. She brings the fork up to her mouth to take a huge bite out of every piece of bacon before putting them on my plate. 
	She licks her lips, "what else would you like, lamb?"
	"Some eggs and a sweet roll?"
	She does the same to every single thing I ask for. Making sure to take a hearty bite out of them. Everything I get she gets to first. I look down at my partially eaten food. Swallowing my pride as I eat. It's still very good.
	"Thank you…" I murmur. "I haven't had food this nice in a long time." I take a bite out of my sweet roll, "or anything sweet."
	"Really…" Aurelia murmurs, she leans forward to watch me eat.  "Sooo… lamb… tell me about yourself…"
	"What do you want to know?" 
	I look down at my food, avoiding eye contact. Aurelia doesn't like that. She first rests her chin on the top of my head, and when that only makes my face turn red, she brushes a finger slowly up my spine. Which gets me to look at her nervously. That simple, intimate touch sending tingles across my skin.
	"Anything really, where you're from, what you were doing in that arena."
	"I'm not that interesting."
	Aurelia coos reassuringly, "don't say that, lamb." 
	She pulls my food away and tears the fork out of my hand. She spears some cheese to offer it to me.
	"Now say ahhhhhh."
	I keep my mouth shut. Aurelia glares angrily, grabbing the back of my head to force me to look up at her. She whispers vindictively.
	"Say, ahhhhh."
	"A-A-Ahhhhh." 
	Aurelia melts as she puts the fork into my mouth. 
	"There…" she pats my head, making me very uncomfortable. "Will you tell me about yourself now?"
	"I'm…" she leans in excitedly, "I'm a farmer's son. Not a particularly wealthy farmer either, like a peasant farmer." Aurelia's eyes grow wide, "b-b-but we own the land we grow we plant our crops on!" I explain quickly.
	"That's funny." She smiles, laying a hand on my sleeve. "I grew up on a farm too."
	"Really?"
	Aurelia runs her hand up my arm as she talks.
	"I was a pretty good farmhand since I was so strong, how about you?"
	"Uhhh…" my stomach turns. "I wasn't really a good farmhand." 
	Aurelia squeezes my arm and chides me with clicks of her tongue. I try to ignore her iron grip.
	"My father sent me here to work as an apprentice."
	"What happened?"
	"My would-be master died. The business went under."
	"And so you signed up to become a gladiator?"
	"Y-Yeah." I look down, ashamed. "I didn't have enough money to live here or to go back home. It was very high paying."
	"Did you really sign up to fight me?" Aurelia laughs, "did you think you could take me on?"
	The many bruises and scrapes on my body reignite with pain at the memories of our fight. 
	"N-No… I signed up to fight a much… smaller… gladiator. I think his name was Faron."
	"Faron?" Aurelia snickers, "yeah… he wasn't going to be fighting anyway."
	"What?"
	Aurelia leans back in her chair and takes a bite out of her bread, chewing as she talks.
	"He tried picking a fight with me during training. Broke his arm." She talks about it so casually. "He even got the drop on me. Not sure what he was trying to prove but maybe he should have had a better grip on his hammer."
	"Did you get punished?"
	"What, do you really think our Lanista could punish me?"
	I shudder at the memory of how Aurelia's "private conversation" with the Lanista had gone.
	"Anyway, I just went home and relaxed in my bath for a couple hours." Aurelia lets her hand wander down my side. "Have you relaxed lately?"
	"N-No?"
	"You can tell me…" she whispers.
	A bead of sweat runs down my temple, I don't know what she's talking about.
	"I haven't really relaxed since I got to the city. It's been nothing but chaos." Aurelia sighs understandingly, bringing her hand up to rub my cheek. 
	"Tell me, lamb, would you like something sweet? A little treat?" 
	She flicks her tongue hard against her teeth to emphasize the last word. 
"Like what?"
		"Milk and honey."
	Aurelia stands up to reach over me. I duck to avoid letting my head crash into her midriff. She snickers when she sees me cowering beneath her. She grabs a vase filled with warm milk to pour some into a cup.
	"I know Romans aren't supposed to drink milk, but it's something I learned from the barbarians."
	Oh… how fitting…
	Aurelia continues to speak as she goes to the kitchen to grab the honey. Her blonde hair catches the sunlight to turn into a radiant gold. It looks like long strands of honey dripping from a spoon.
	"And if you would believe it, this honey comes all the way from Greece. It's quite the special kind." She opens the jar and puts in a large spoon. "And you are my special, little lamb, so I think I can be fairly generous with it."
	I salivate as she mixes it into the warm milk. The steamy smell of milk mixing with the sweet smell of honey. I nervously stir in my seat, not wanting to seem greedy because of my question.
	"Do you think I could have a bit more?"
	Aurelia beams excitedly, more than happy to oblige my request.
	"You can have as much as you'd like. It will only do us both good in the end."
	She starts to lower the steaming cup into my hands but relents at the last moment. I reach up for my treat, expecting her to let me have it. But instead Aurelia lifts it higher.
	"Tell me, lamb, which hand do you use?"
	"For what?" 
	"You know what."
	Does she mean… ummm… Aurelia pats my head gently, rubbing the nervousness out of my body.
	"It's alright, you can tell me." Aurelia smiles in a pause before continuing. "What hand do you use in daily life?"
	"Oh…" I breathe a sigh of relief, "my right hand."
	"Good."
	Aurelia takes a long drink from my cup of milk and honey. Making sure to press her lips all along where I would drink from and then some. Letting her tongue lick up any moisture along the cup's rim, replacing it with her own saliva. She puts it down into my hands. I blush and try to turn the cup around to drink from the other side. Her fingers clasp around it angrily.
	"You are right handed, aren't you?"
	I blush harder. Staring down at her saliva that sparkles from the sun outside. Glittering like a fire is trapped in its depths. I look up at Aurelia who grins, pleased I have walked head first into her trap. She licks her lips to taunt me.
	"Drink it, lamb."
	"N-No…" my hands shake as I try to put it down. "I'm okay…"
	"Drink. It." Aurelia demands again.
	"N---
	Aurelia stomps her foot angrily, making the table shake.
	"DRINK IT."
	Aurelia's eyes are full of uncontrollable maniac fury, the flash of an explosion burning bright in their irses. Hungry and brash is how I'd describe it. I shudder as I put my lips to the cup. Her saliva burns my lips but I quickly forget it when I taste the milk and honey. 
	It's like a firework went off in my brain. My eyes roll back and I start to shiver with an inhuman desire. My heart rate skyrockets. This foreign sensation is so strong that I can't help but gasp as I curl up. My nerves struggle to make sense of it. I sit and ride out the tingles until they subside. Leaving me a quivering mess as I struggle for air, the simplest parts of my body like my lungs and heart still left spinning from that simple sip. 
	"W-What kind of honey is this?" I ask.
	"A very special kind."
	I take another sip and feel my brain become fuzzy. It's like drinking the essence of lust. Making me feel dizzy and hot. Feverish even. Your heart swells as your brain swoons. I look at Aurelia and am reminded of how her golden hair looks just like honey dribbling off a spoon. Leading up to her beautiful face. She's very pleased, probably from how much I enjoy this treat.
	"Quite the sweet tooth you have." Aurelia smirks as she grabs my free hand, I'm so entranced by the drink I don't even notice. "Do you like milk?"
	I nod quietly. Gulping down the milk and honey like an alcoholic does a bottle of wine. Aurelia comes close. Pressing her tall body against me, bearing down with her curves on my side. I can feel her strapping body's strength as she begins to rub it against me seductively. 
	"You know… a little lamb like you still can do great things. Not all lambs are meant to be apprentices, or gladiators for that matter." 
	Aurelia cups my chin and grins when I silently gasp from her touch again. 
	"Some are meant to… how should I say it… do something of a higher importance."
	"L-Like what?"
	Aurelia taunts me with a secretive smile.
	"Let's just say…" she bends down to whisper in my ear. "If you put your seed in the right place, you can have all the milk you could ever want."
	She suddenly presses my hand against her breast. Forcing me to feel how hard the nipple is. My hand sinks into the supple titflesh, the softness threatening to swallow it whole as she pushes it harder and harder into her chest. I gasp and spill my drink all over my shirt. Aurelia wrests my head into her cleavage. Making sure I breathe nothing but the hot air that rolls off her herculean frame. Her breasts envelope both sides of my head. Now threatening to consume not only my hand but my head as well. Her skin is tantalizingly cool against my feverish cheeks. Aurelia looks down at me, full of self satisfaction. She has me right where she wants me. 
	Aurelia puts a hand under my shirt and coos gently.
	"You had the biggest hard on while we slept together," she teases, "I was surprised there was still enough blood for the rest of you."
	I try to resist her stripping my shirt off but she keeps me subdued with her enormous strength.
	"I even let you have my thigh, and do you know what you did? You started humping it like the horny little degenerate you are."
	She has to be lying… I wouldn't… I mean I would maybe… but…
	"I let you have your fun for a while. It was cute. But then I realized your… 'satisfaction' could be better had somewhere else."
	Aurelia spreads her legs, letting my head fall out from between her chest as she boosts herself up to reach over me. One arm pinning me against the chair the other dipping a finger into the jar of honey, getting a nice thick dollop on its tip. Aurelia forces her finger into my mouth. My tongue instinctively wraps around it. My brain melts from the mind boggling sweetness of the honey. Rendering any further resistance even more impossible. 
	"You'll love it." Aurelia begins to slowly piston her finger in and out of my mouth. "I'd be gentle with you." I grab her wrist to try to slow her increasingly forceful finger. "But as things get going?" A sultry laugh shakes my bones. "There's no guarantee." 
Aurelia penetrates my mouth deeper and deeper with her honey and saliva coated finger. Taking great pleasure at the way I look up at her, terrified beyond belief. She knows there's not a thing I can do and she loves it. I try to stop her by biting down but she responds by clamping her other hand on the back of my neck. Threatening to pop my veins with an effortless squeeze of her fingers. Her lewd finger movements grow more and more violent. She bends down to nibble at my ear. 
	Her burgeoning lust finally boils over. Aurelia groans with desire. My blood turns cold with how ferocious it is. It shakes me to my very soul. Full of unbridled animalistic hunger. The strength with which she moans reminds me of the frightening sound of an earthquake. It envelopes you on all sides. There is no escape. Every second of the sound overflowing with a thick seductive tone, like honey. Aurelia's hair drops down around us. Keeping our "private conversation" behind our very own privacy curtain. 
	"Think of it… us coming together to make a ch---"
	"Aurelia?" I hear an unfamiliar voice call out. 

	Everything grinds to a screeching halt. Aurelia turns an ear towards the voice. But her gaze remains fixed on me, making me sweat. 
	"M-Miss Aurelia?" The voice asks again.
	Aurelia closes her eyes and huffs frustratedly. Her hot, angry breath ruffles my hair. I peek around Aurelia's tall body to see a petite servant girl standing in the doorway. She is even shorter than me, absolutely tiny. She stirs nervously, waiting for Aurelia to acknowledge her. The girl balls her hands together as she stays anxiously rigid in the face of Aurelia's oncoming wrath. Aurelia jabs her elbow into my chest to pin me back against my chair. She leans her other arm on the back of her chair as she turns to glare at the servant girl.
	The servant girl squeaks when Aurelia's piercing eyes lands on her.
	"What?" Aurelia says coldly.
	The servant girl quickly hides behind the door frame. Clinging to it as she only lets the top of her head poke out into the doorway.
	"Can't you see I'm busy?" Aurelia asks as she points her head at me.
	"It's j-j-just that… ummm the wine.. man… the gold… just… ummm…"
	The servant girl is a mess as she starts to stare at the floor blankly, stumbling over her words. Aurelia looks over at me. Her face asking, "Are you seeing this?" She rolls her eyes and taps the back of her chair with a finger.
	"Bella… come here…" 
	Bella looks up from the floor. Her eyes grow wide when she sees how dissatisfied Aurelia is. Shrinking away at the sight of Aurelia's mountainous body about to erupt with fury, only held in check by her cold, heartlessness.
	"Come here, Bella." Aurelia taps the back of her chair, talking to Bella like she's a pet. "Come closer."
	Bella steps into the door frame, balling her hands hard as she shivers. 
	"Closer…"
	Bella stumbles towards Aurelai but stays just outside of arm's reach. Keeping away from the dangerous aura Aurelia radiates like the sun. 
	Aurelia narrows her eyes, "closer."
	The corner of Aurelia's mouth turns up in a cold, smug smile when Bella right in front of her, shivering nervously. Aurelia is taller sitting than Bella is standing. Aurelia stares at Bella like a lion does a helpless animal that's been thrown into its cage, absolutely full of haughty superiority. Bella stares down at the floor. Refusing to look up into Aurelia's piercing blue eyes. Her breath hastens whenever a strand of Aurelia's long golden mane swings into her view. 
	Aurelia calmly places a single finger on top of Bella's head. Bella squeaks and sneaks a peek up at Aurelia's face. Desperately trying to decipher its emotionless mystery. Suddenly Aurelia begins to push down with her finger, Bella's eyes widen with confusion which turns into terror once Aurelia starts applying more force.
	"Miss Aurelia? What are you doing?"
	Bella's hand comes up to try to push Aurelia's wrist away but it's no use. Aurelia angles her chin up as she stares heartlessly down at Bella, deriving a sadistic pleasure from toying with her, watching her squirm. 
	"P-Please s-s-stop-p, you're too stro-- you're hurting me, please stop?"
	Bella squeaks in distress as her knees buckle inwards under the immense, effortless pressing of Aurelia's finger against the top of her head. Her jittering nerves fail to conjure any resistance at all.
	"Aurelia! Please!"
	"I'm not doing a single thing." Aurelia lies.
	Her eyes glaze over from morbid curiosity. Wondering if it's possible Bella will actually break under her touch. Aurelia's smug smile grows stronger but more heartless. Bella gasps when Aurelia applies more pressure to the top of her head. Bella's arms shiver as they fruitlessly try to fight back against Aurelia's strength.
	Aurelia mocks her, "but maybe whatever is pushing you down will stop if you tell me what you wanted to say."
	Bella starts to nod but quickly seizes up when Aurelia leans towards her. The back of Aurelia's chair groans from the weight. Bella tries to back away from the coming avalanche of gladiator girl but is still pinned  under her finger. She takes a deep breath before screaming.
	"THE WINE MAN WANTS MORE GOLD FOR THE ORDER, HE WOULDN'T LET ME BRING IT BACK!"
	Aurelia freezes, surprised Bella had it in her to actually do speak clearly. She smiles warmly and begins to use her finger to roll up a single strand of Bella's hair. Bella looks up confused.
	"I thought you were going to let me go?"
	"Mhmmm…" Aurelia hums, "I said you wouldn't be pushed down anymore." 
	Her finger finishes wrapping Bella's hair around itself. Aurelia crushes the strand between it and another finger. Bella begins to blush, shivering like a rope in the blowing wind. Aurelia suddenly pulls the strand up like it's an arrow in her bow. Letting Bella fly in a loud gasp and a cherry red face when it comes out. Aurelia stands, snickering as she walks to look out the window, looking back at Bella who leans against a chair. Her breathing raggedly and confused, desperately trying to fight the carnal reflex of rubbing her thighs together. 
	I hear Aurelia sigh as she watches the people mill about in the market outside. She sits against the window sill, confidently supporting herself with her two powerful arms as she looks at Bella's shuddering, petite little self. 
	"Bella…" she calls in a sing-song voice, "Bella…"
	Bella weakly turns to look at Aurelia, her cheeks' blush gets stronger. Aurelia smiles seductively as she spreads her legs ever so slightly, patting at the front of one of her flexed thighs to beckon for Bella to come, making Bella swallow nervously. 
	"Come on… I don't bite." 
	Aurelia chomps down tauntingly making Bella jump. 
	"Are you coming or not?"
	I watch Aurelia sigh, pleased, when Bella walks over. Bella tries to stand at Aurelia's side. But that only makes Aurelia snicker, she places a strong hand on Bella's back to direct her between her legs. Her hand is so wide compared to Bella's shoulders that Bella practically falls into Aurelia's lap. Her arms flail before bracing against Aurelia's thighs. Aurelia smirks and flexes her thighs to bounce Bella's hands off of them as if they were a bed of hot coals. Bella falls back into Aurelia's supportive hand and teeters on her feet. 
	She blushes as she looks up at Aurelia's towering body. Unable to see the bottom of Aurelia's face, instead getting a fat eyeful of the generous underside of Aurelia's Venusian chest. Bella shivers nervously. The mere looming threat of Aurelia is enough to make her blush furiously, her touch isn't even needed. Aurelia begins to slowly close her thighs to pressure Bella's own legs together, forcing them shut from Bella trying to avoid touching Aurelia any further, and when Bella's legs slap together she squeaks again much to Aurelia's enjoyment.
	"You're a good, little servant girl… you know that right?" 
	Aurelia smiles cockily from how she has to peek around her chest just to see Bella. Suppressing a haughty giggle at the way her shadow envelopes Bella's shivering frame. She shushes Bella as she begins to push her hand down Bella's collar. Bella gasps and instinctively begins her arms up to cover herself.
	"So good… and so…" 
	Aurelia taps her finger against the clavicle of Bella's chest, snickering at the lack of cush around it. 
	"Little." Aurelia taunts, "it's a wonder you even made it back from the market in one piece. Why if there were a strong gust of wind…"
	Bella shrieks when Aurelia violently pulls her hand back, tearing the top of Bella's robe open in a shallow V. 
	"You might just get blown away." Aurelia keeps the fabric of Bella's torn robe balled up in her great hand as she speaks. "It's a wonder nothing broke you."
	Bella shudders at the double meaning. 
	"Which makes me wonder…" 
	Aurelia turns, forcing Bella's back against the window sill. She bends down far to whisper into Bella's ear. Making sure Bella gets a good look at Aurelia's canyon like cleavage. Pressing her fabric full hand against Bella's petite chest to emphasize the difference. 
	"How many fingers would it take for me to break you?"
	I hear Bella's breathing flutter quickly as she looks away nervously towards the market outside, her face a bright cherry red. Aurelia chides her with rhythmic clicks of her tongue until Bella looks back at her. At that moment, Aurelia brings her other hand up. Counting off by raising her fingers.
	"One… two… maybe three?" She whispers, "but a good servant girl like you could maybe even take four…" Aurelia blows on Bella's ear to make her shiver harder. "Or maybe even…" 
	Aurelia violently balls her hand into a fist. The muscles of her arm all ripple in hypnotic unison as they tighten itching to be let loose.
	"All five?"
	Bella starts to melt when Aurelia grabs the hem of her servant robes. But then Aurelia freezes, smiling bashfully at Bella. Bella looks up confused. Aurelia has never looked bashful in her life. How does she even know the emotion? Aurelia looks back at me and winks, letting Bella go. Aurelia stretches, her back cracks loudly like a firecracker. Bella flinches as she leans against the window sill still suffering from throes of shivers. Trying to calm her ragged breathing and hot cheeks. 
	"Take care of it." Aurelia says coldly. 
	I gasp when Aurelia pulls me up by the front of my shirt. 
	"Anon and I have some morning training to attend."
	I frantically protest, trying to pull my shirt out of her fist as she drags me along.
	"Wait! I thought I wasn't a gladiator anymore!"
	"Yes," Aurelia taunts, "but you are my assistant." 
	I yelp when she slams me face first into the wall, dragging her finger up my back in long strokes as she speaks soothingly.
	"And I want my little lamb to 'assist' me with my training today," Aurelia giggles as she grinds against my back.
	I stammer, looking for a good response. Unable to take my eyes off Bella who is still very dazed and confused.
	"Relax… lamb…" Aurelia whispers, "I'm not going to break you, maybe just break you in." She laughs loudly as she pulls me along. 
	Aurelia gently pushes me outside but in reality it's a brutal shove. I jump when Aurelia's hand violently seizes the top of the door frame. Memories of the arena flash through my mind. I see her sinewy arm flex as she pushes up like she's making more room for her statuesque frame. Aurelia bends down to poke her head outside like a lion leaving its den. She closes her eyes as she takes a grateful breath of fresh air, basking in the morning glory. Her ample chest swelling with anticipation. The seductive, dark valley of her cleavage growing deeper as her breasts muffin top over the top of her robes. She opens a single eye to confirm that I can't help but look at her before she smirks smugly.
	"I have an idea, lamb." I instinctively take a step back only for Aurelia to take the equivalent of three as she steps forwards to lean down, "how about you hold my hand today?"
	She lays her open palm before me, acting like it is a great honor. Aurelia tilts her head to the side. Trying to hide the fact she knows I will give in, it's only a matter of time, hiding it with a bold, smug smile.
	"No need to be so nervous, lamb. It's alright." Aurelia slowly beckons with her fingers. "You can trust me."
	Aurelia practically melts when I lay my palm in her's. She mockingly laughs at how small my hand is compared to her's. The entire walk to the training grounds Aurelia insists on holding hands. I can't help but look up to secretly gaze at Aurelia. The way her robes cling to her voluptuous body makes her seem even bigger than she already is. It's a far different look than the aggressive way her armor framed her herculean physique. This one is full of graceful, girly charm. Her body is hard and firm but so, so soft. The fabric clings to her as I wish I could. With each step her well built ass tightens enough to crush a finger between their toned cheeks. A soft layer of cush only serving to bolster their presence. 
	She occasionally looks back at me and sighs happily. Her hair runs down the middle of her back like a long, thick river of honey. The rigid muscles in her back act as the rocky river bank, aggressively pushing outwards against the loose fabric of her robes. I swoon at the way her hair catches the morning light, shimmering like the gold of a crown. Suddenly Aurelia's eyes see me staring in the mirror, she smirks, and her lips turn up in a sultry, smug smile. I immediately blush and try to stay as far away as possible. 
	It only works against me as Aurelia pulls me close when she realizes how flustered I am. Mashing my face into the side of her soft chest. It's a whiplash of its own. I look up dazed at Aurelia who leans down. Letting her hair form a kind of golden canopy around us, a gilded cage, allowing us privacy in the middle of the street. Aurelia's sheer scale forcing traffic to part around us like a tree does water. No one daring to interrupt the Golden Titan
	"Wander any further and I might lose you in the crowd," Aurela whispers. "And we wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?

	Later she lets me go when we finally reach the training grounds. It's an enormous building but not quite on par with the colosseum itself. Two stories tall and built of sturdy white marble. 
	"Beautiful, isn't it?" Aurelia says, "80 other gladiators live here."
	"Why don't you live here?" I ask.
	Aurelia laughs, "Being among the best of the best nets you extra privileges." She sighs nostalgically, "and besides, I kept getting noise complaints."
	"Noise complaints?" I rack my head to understand what she means. 
	Aurelia smirks at my confusion.
	"Every night I'd be alone in my room with nothing to do," she cracks her knuckles. "I had to pass the time somehow."
	I swallow nervously. Aurelia sees me blushing and slowly wraps her fingers around the back of my neck. The weight of her touch is heavy.
	"What's wrong, lamb? You seem perturbed at the thought."
	My head spins at the thought of Aurelia having those kinds of needs. I slowly begin to look up her body, recoiling in a strange horror at the realization she can apply her athleticism to something that isn't fighting. Aurelia catches on to my chariot of thought and steps into the way to wrestle it to the ground head on. She smirks as she scratches my chin. My mind becomes too hot to think straight. I quickly grab Aurelia's hand to try and stop her but she just sighs happily as she scratches my chin more to break my resolve. I don't know why I feel so flustered. Aurelia's touch is electric, each of her fingers casting bolts of knee buckling pleasure. It's like she has casted a spell on me. 
	"Better?"
	I weakly nod as I pant passionately, leaning forward on her arm to pull it back towards me when she tries to pull it away. Aurelia coos happily.
	"Adorable."
	She leads me through the doorway. I'm surprised to see her standing tall and triumphantly. There's no need for her to hunch down to fit. This is where she belongs, I swallow nervously, this is her turf. But she still presses her arm against the top of the door frame. Smirking when she sees me watching her toned muscles ripple as she pushes on it playfully. I break eye contact and look at a trophy case full of vases. 
	I look at the countless vases of champions reaching back for decades before we get to present day. Aurelia stops me in front of it by simply putting her arm out for me to run into. She points to the shelf which has nothing but vases of her. The other gladiators would win some, lose some but Aurelia has a vase for every year and every competition. Aurelia smirks and grabs a vase off the highest shelf, exaggerating her motions to press her abs into my back. Making me feel like grain against a grindstone. She hands me a particularly large vase to look at.
	The vase truly depicts Aurelia as the "Golden Titan." Comically oversized as she skewers three other gladiators on her sword like olives on a toothpick. The other six opponents watch in horror as she crushes another in her hand. Her chin turned up vindictively to look upon the tiny challengers around her with pure spite. It really got her threatening seductive charms. I look a little closer and see the artist actually toned down Aurelia's physique and curvy figure, as if it were too impossible to be believed that a Venusian Olympian couldn't truly exist. I swallow nervously as Aurelia holds me by the shoulders, leaning down to whisper in my ear with her hot breath. 
	"Perhaps our children will be that big."
	I escape and squirm up against the trophy case, shoving the vase back into Aurelia's hands like it's cursed. Aurelia rolls her eyes as she shushes me, turning one leg to the side to open herself to me. Angling her intimiates towards me like they're a weapon. 
	"Yes, lamb. Children." She repeats. "Don't you think having a gladiator for a mother would be a blessing for them? Hmmm? To be borne only from the best of the best." Aurelia teases, tapping my nose with each word.
	I scramble for a response, "I-I… they wouldn't… could we even…."
	Aurelia roars with laughter, making the vases behind me shake with her hungry glee. I cover my ears as she continues to laugh while she puts the vase back. She takes a long breath and wipes a tear from her eye. 
	"Don't tell me," she giggles again, "you think they'd be between our heights?"
	I nod nervously.
	"Lamb…" she ruffles my hair playfully, "aren't you just adorable." She sighs, "my essence is too dominant to let your's decides something as important as that. They'd be at the very, very least as tall as me." Aurelia leans in to whisper as she pins me against the case, "at least as tall as me," she repeats threateningly.
	Aurelia shows me off to everyone in the training grounds by pushing me along and steering me by violent twists of my shoulders. Always hot on my heels, often resting her chest on my head, bear hugging me, wrapping her arm around my neck, and groping at my body all to make me blush furiously. Showing off all the cool tricks her new toy can do. Aurelia brings me up to another female gladiator, a ginger hailing from that weird island to the far, far north. 
	"Gaelica!" Aurelia calls.
	Gaelica is tall but still needs to look up at Aurelia to make eye contact.
	Aurelia continues, "this is my little lamb, this is Anon." She pats my head playfully, "Say hello, Anon."
	"Hello, Gaeli---" I yelp from Aurelia pinching my ass, making my face burn as I turn away.
	Gaelica smiles, "he's a nervous one, isn't he?"
	Aurelia giggles, "absolutely adorable isn't he? He's even like this at home."
	I huff angrily but Aurelia quickly shuts me up with her running her hand through my hair to give my scalp a good massage. Each touch strong and deliberate. Everything is good now, everything is going to be okay. I feel all my stress fall out of my body as Aurelia and Gaelica talk.
	"Do you know where the Lanista is?" Aurelia asks.
	"Yeah, she's over by the track."
	The entire world becomes blurry as my knees turn to jelly. Aurelia's touch throwing me into throes of euphoria. I start to get a little sleepy as it's too much for my little brain.
	"Alright, lamb, let's go." Aurelia calls before she starts giggling when she sees the tranquil state I'm in. "Here," she says to Gaelica, "watch this."
	Aurelia gets down on her knees and opens her mouth. Making sure I feel the hot wetness of her hungry breath. I can practically feel the saliva dripping onto my ear lobe and then she bites down on my ear. Gnawing at it playfully to jolt me out of my stupor. I fall to the ground as Aurelia laughs boisterously, Gaelica joining in too. I blush when Aurelia sweeps me off the ground. I look back at Gaelica who just waves forebodingly.
	We find the Lanista screaming at gladiators as they spar.
	"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I'VE SEEN BARBARIANS MOVE MORE INTELLIGENTLY. PARRY THE STRIKES, DON'T DANCE WITH THEM."
	"DO THAT AGAIN AND I WILL THROW YOU OFF THE TOP OF THE COLOSSEUM AND INTO THE LION'S PIT. FOOTWORK. WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?"
	She's actually fairly frightening. Up until Aurelia taps her on the shoulder. The Lanista grimaces as she turns to see who in their right mind thought they could touch her there. All that angry resolve turns to careful word choice and feigned smiles when she sees Aurelia. 
	"A-Aurelia!" Our Lanista peers around her body to see me, "and Anon! What a surprise!"
	"Not feeling too sore?" Aurelia taunts.
	The Lanista blushes and stirs uncomfortably.
	"No… I'm fine now."
	"Good, good." Aurelia says, enjoying the way the Lanista quivers under her gaze.
	"How about you go and get changed into your armor?" The Lanista pleads.
	Aurelia waves goodbye as she walks off to the locker rooms. Both the Lanista and I breathe a sigh of relief when she falls out of view, it's like watching the top of a ship disappear beneath a horizion she's so tall. The Lanista sighs as she looks me over.
	"She didn't break anything, did she?"
	"What? No?" I say, "why would she break anything?"
	The Lanista keeps her mouth shut and that's probably for the best. I sit by the sidelines as Aurelia has her way while sparring with other gladiators. Destroying them as she destroyed me in the arena, brutally. With one heavily armored gladiator she decides to punish him by throwing down her sword to just punch his plates until he yields, another she bonks them on the head with the flat of her sword until they're knocked out, and she even sweeps one burly gladiator off his feet before coming down to pile drive him. The entire time I can see Aurelia's blue eyes looking at me with the same fiery lust from when we fought. She wants me to watch her decimate her opposition. It only makes me more uncomfortable. Aurelia stares at me as she jams a sword through a gladiator's shield before kicking him to the side. 
	"Anon, how about you practice with me for a round?"
	"W-What?"
	"Come on…" she taps her sword against her knee, "it'll be fun. I promise."
	I look over at the Lanista who just turns away, pretending to be very interested in the grass growing in the dirt. I trudge up to Aurelia who begins panting passionately at the sight of me before her once again. Her long braid swinging behind her like a sword of Damocles. Aurelia's armor glints in the sunlight, only second to the blinding warped evilness in her eyes. Her helmet blocks her mouth but I know she is licking her lips, absolutely famished.
	Someone tosses me an oversized wooden shield, but before I can ask for a metal one, Aurelia screams as she charges. Making my blood turn to ice as I bring the shield up in a panic. She immediately begins to whale on me. Slamming her sword into the shield that I cower behind. Peeking over the top in her mad lustful rage. I yelp when a cloud of splinters rises off her blade. 
	"AURELIA! PLEASE! SLOW DOWN!"
	She laughs manically as she savors the moment. I keep as wide a stance as possible to keep from being knocked down by her beastial strength. Aurelia pours all her bent up frustrations into each swing of her sword but pulls back at the last minute to keep from actually slicing me in half. But that doesn't discount the possibility of her slicing my own clothes off somehow. 
	Aurelia moans happily as she stabs her sword through my shield. Penetrating the wood with ease. I freeze, looking at my own reflection in the thick blade. I slowly look up at Aurelia, praying to Jupiter that she spares me, all she gives is her signature cocky smile. She turns the sword like a key before slicing upwards to cut the rest of the shield in half. I fall onto my back as she leans her sword on her shoulder, basking in her victory. I look away and try to calm my racing heart. I saw Pluto and he looked disappointed in me. 
	A great horn sounds in the distance. The gladiators all set their things down and walk off. 
	"W-What's happening?"
	"We're taking a break before our actual physical training."
	"What?"
	Aurelia chides me as she gets down on her knees, leaning her face on her elbow as she explains. 
	"This all was just for fun, lamb." She picks up a broken piece of my shield and snickers, "was it as good for you, as it was for me?"
	I try to crawl away but Aurelia grabs me by the leg. I flinch from her crushing iron grip. Aurelia laughs as she feels up my calf. 
	"It's a good thing we always start with a morning run." She teases, "I think you could use one."
	The morning run is simple. It's just laps around the track. All the gladiators running in their full armor while I, feeling out of place, run in my simple clothes. The first couple laps are fine but then they quickly become grueling as I realize my endurance isn't anywhere near what a gladiator's is. The Lanista yells furiously at any gladiator who falls behind.
	"WHAT IS EVEN THAT PACE? WHY GASP A LITTLE HARDER AND YOU MIGHT JUST TURN INTO A FISH. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? FOR ME TO FRY YOU UP AND FEED YOU TO MY CAT?" The Lanista slaps the back of Gaelica's head, "MAYBE THEN YOU'D BE GOOD FOR SOMETHING!"
	But when it comes to me, the Lanista either sighs or pretends not to see anything. On the other hand Aurelia takes great pride in lapping me over and over again. My all isn't even her nothing. I'm so physically outgunned on all fronts. Everything about her is so well developed. Her long, fit arms, toned thick thighs, statuesque height, and well defined physique. She's just a being of pure athleticism. To the point where she makes you think Jupiter you're a man. Aurelia snickers as she laps me again, a bead of sweat being thrown onto my forehead by her massive wobbling tits. I wipe it off like it's blood. Perhaps she's even a little overdeveloped, I look up to see Aurelia blowing a libidinous kiss at me, but definitely oversexed. 
	Aurelia takes to keeping pace with me. Offering nothing but cocky smiles and snide snickers. I jump when she decides to grab the back of my shirt. Pumping up my pace to pull further ahead. Aurelia takes it as a challenge and starts to run on my heels. Looming overhead. I manage to pull ahead again out of sheer terror at the herclean monster chasing me.
	It only endears Aurelia more. She begins to grope and feel me up as I run along. Forcing me to run faster and faster to avoid her. Aurelia even slaps the Lanista on the ass when we pass her. The Lanista blushing furiously and watching me with pity as I look back at Aurelia's gleeful face. She's having far too much fun with this. 
	"Aurelia! Cut it out!" Aurelia flicks the back of my head, hard. "Come on! Quit it!"
	She suddenly leans down to lick a thick bead of sweat off my temple. My mind goes blank at the rough texture of her tongue across my steaming skin. Her saliva is tantalizingly cool. I forget how to run and begin to fall. I feel myself suddenly lifted into the air by a powerful wind. In my stupor I thank Jupiter for saving me. 
	But when I open my eyes I see it was Aurelia, and I silently take back my thanks to Jupiter. She is princess carrying me as she runs. 
	"Can you put me down?" I plead.
	"Mhmm… no." 
	Aurelia leans in to lick another bead of sweat off my forehead. My mind shuts off again. Aurelia revels in how uncomfortable it makes me, so she continues to lick sweat off my head like I'm an ice block. 
	"Aurelia!" I try to beat her face away, much to her sadistic delight. "Stop it!"
	"What's wrong?" She takes another lick of sweat, "do you want some of mine?"
	I blush and go quiet.
	"You're obviously far too tired to run."
	I protest only for her to rub her nose against mine. I go silent from confusion. The intimacy sending tingles through my body. Eskimo kisses. She keeps me subdued with them for the rest of the run. 
	Next comes push ups. The Lanista lets me sit on the side lines, putting me as far away from Aurelia as possible. I lie down on the grass. Eternally grateful for it. But I still feel feverish, like I'm still under the influence of Aurelia. My mind spinning at the thought of her just taking me into the locker room, pulling me into a dark corner without anyone nearby, and…
	"Lamb!"
	I look up. There is no way she is calling me… 
	"Lamb! Come over here!"
	The other gladiators snicker at Aurelia calling me lamb. I trudge over to see her waving with one arm in the air. 
	"Lie on my back while I do my push ups." She grabs my chin with her free hand, "I need the extra weight."
	I nervously sit on her back. I feel her back muscles ripple with rapturous pleasure. 
	"Not like that, lamb. Lie. Lie on my back."
	"H-How?"
	"Hmmm." Aurelia pretends to think, "face down would be nice."
	Face up it is.
	I lie down on top of Aurelia. She pauses long enough for me to get comfortable on her rocky back. It feels like a hammock made of steel cables but buffeted by the most pleasant girlish softness. I swallow nervously as Aurelia begins to do her push ups. Buffeting the both of us with nothing but her pure strength. 
	"Feel how sturdy I am?" Aurelia says, "I'll hold up to anything you do. Anything."
It's remarkable, the intimacy of being able to feel every little twitch of the countless muscle fibers of her body. I can feel all her heartbeat echoing through my bones like the deepest bass in the world. Rising up and down on this ocean of herculean gladiator girl. Her sweaty braid is tossed onto my chest. I look at it like it's a cursed snake made of gold. But can't help but take it in my hands to feel just how elegantly silky the stands of blonde hair are. I start to blush and push down my feelings by holding her braid close to my chest. Making Aurelia snicker as she finishes her set. The fact I can even lie on her back and she's strong enough to still do push ups with ease makes me feel so small. I swoon the feeling of her grand frame beneath me. 
	"ALRIGHT. THAT'S ENOUGH!" The Lanista yells.
	All the gladiators breathe a sigh of relief as they let themselves fall to the ground. The clanking of armor echoing through the training grounds. But Aurelia flips herself over, pinning me beneath her, expertly aiming it so she is sitting right on my lap. I wince and wheeze, trying to push her off. Uselessly beating against her powerful hips.
	"A-Aurelia! Please get off me!"
	She just turns back slowly and rolls her eyes. 
	"You should get used to this position, lamb. You're going to be like this a lot in the future."
	I give up when she starts to casually grind herself against me. A pressure building in my loins starts to convince my brain to just let her have me right here and now. But Aurelia relents and stands up. Allowing me to breathe freely, I weakly try to climb to my feet.
	"How about I give you some help?"
	Aurelia picks me up like a bag of grain, throwing me over her shoulders. Bending me so I can see her arrogant grin. She's squatting me. I go limp and surrender entirely.
	"Oh… lamb… what's wrong?" She coos as she walks along with the other gladiators, "afraid of heights?"
	"A little…"
	"Would you rather I bench you?" Aurelia snickers.
	"N-No… can you just let me down?"
	Aurelia throws me to the ground. Laughing as I climb to my feet. She lovingly taps on her hips to call me to her side to be her partner for sit ups. I swallow nervously at what fresh hell this will supply. I'm forced to hug her supple, toned, and peach shaped ass from behind, she lovingly pats my head as we walk to join the other gladiators, Aurelia loves suddenly slowing so I am pressed into its soft mass. My fingers graze against the tie of her undergarments. Aurelia groans into my ear playfully.
	"Careful where you touch lamb, if those fall, I might just need to hide myself with your face." 
	I turn red as she affectionately pulls at my cheek. She lies on her back, closing her eyes as she waits to hear the sound of my knees hitting the grass, but when I don't kneel in front of her opens an eye to stare at me.
	"Come on, lamb, don't be shy."
	I sigh and kneel down to hold her legs down but Aurelia suddenly spreads her's and grabs me in a tight thigh lock. She squeezes the air out of my lungs as she forces my head into her chest. She exhales, relieved, that at finally getting me right where she wants me.
	"Good lamb…" she invites, "get used to being like this because this is how we wi---"
	Aurelia looks up to see the Lanista tapping her foot disappointedly.
	"What are you doing?" The Lanista asks.
	Aurelia rolls her eyes, "we're not actually going to. I'm just having a little fun." Aurelia winks, "and besides, would you be able to stop us if we were to?" Aurelia squeezes me with her thighs to make me gasp, "because if you thought I'm insatiable?" She whistles sarcastically, "you would not believe what he is like."
	The Lanista's face turns pink as she stomps off. Aurelia laughs loudly and lets me go. I hold her legs tight as she watches me happily. Her eyes glazed over in a cool calm a lot like how a frozen lake still looks blue underneath the ice. I don't think the way she looks at me, it makes me nervous. 
	I hold her mighty body down while she does sit ups. It's like the whole universe is shaking. That the earth is moving, Aurelia is simply pulling it along for the ride. She does them tirelessly. Enraptured by the view she gets at the top of every sit up. But starts to become bored. I'm not, I can't take my eyes away from her abs that explode out of her rugged midriff. That immaculately toned navel moving hypnotically in tune with Aurelia's breathing, and just above her stomach armor is her chest. Something that is the furthest thing from "armored," it's so soft and inviting. I want to put my head between her---
	Aurelia's chest punches me in the face. Her breasts squishing around my cheeks as they force their way forward. I'm left gasping with twin slaps of sweat on my cheeks. Aurelia winks as she comes up to do it again. She's found her new hobby. She comes up to bite my neck, nip at my nose, lick at my forehead, stroke my hair, and to whisper lewd things.
	I quiver when Aurelia gets a good bite on my neck.
	"You know, lamb." Aurelia whispers, "sometimes I wonder if I'm part demi-god." She groans as she comes up from another set to rest, "surely no mortal could be at such athletic perfection as I." She taps my nose playfully, "my blood wouldn't be like gold ichor, perhaps lesser, hmmm… maybe honey?" Aurelia teases. "We could breed our bloodlines together, I could lend you some of my 'virility.'"
	I whimper quietly when she pokes a finger into my mouth. On the upward swing of her situp she grabs my skull tight in one of her hands. Looking dead serious into my eyes, stirring with pure, powerful potency that comes from below. Her entire body is tight with otherworldly lust.
	"Make that sound again," she says, "and our poor Lanista is going to have to clean up after us.
	She breathes out as she lets herself down for the next sit up, trying to calm herself. She continues to harass me for the rest of the sit ups. When we finish I get up to run off but Aurelia propelled herself up to seize my arm. Smirking smugly as she points to some waterskins being handed out. 
	"Do you think you could be a good little lamb? Fetch me some water."
	I bring back a waterskin and hand it to her. Aurelia rolls her eyes as she strips out of her armor into nothing but her under garments and the smugness grows stronger. 
	"Lamb… we went over this with the grapes." She lets her breastplate fall in between my feet. "You know how I want it."
	I shudder at the thought. I kneel down to pour the water into her mouth. She shuts it disappointedly, letting the water soak her undergarments. I reel back when I see her nipples poking out like spears. I swallow nervously as the cloth grows dark when it sticks to her chest. Her abs become flawlessly traced by the water that spreads like spilled ink down her midriff.
	"Not like that, lamb…"
	"H-How do you want it?"
	"Straddle me."
That isn't going to happen. I try to spread my legs wide enough to take her hips between them. Aurelia laughs as I awkwardly lean forward, digging one knee into her thigh as I try to pour water into her mouth. She shuts it so it pours down her neck again.
Aurelia chides me sarcastically, "perhaps I should have you made into mutton instead."
	"I'm straddling you!"
	"No, you're not." She flexes her thigh to throw me on my side. "Hmmm… how about you straddle my neck?"
	I freeze. There is no way I'm letting my parts that close to her mouth. Not when she is this hot and bothered. That's like strapping meat to you and swan diving into a pit of lions. Aurelia opens her mouth and lets her tongue wave slowly in the air as she stares at me. Her blue eyes secretly whispering, "do it, or you will be forced."
Aurelia grins when I straddle her neck. I angle the waterskin to waterfall into her mouth but she flicks my forehead painfully. 
	"Lower… lamb"
	I bring the waterskin to my stomach. I get another flick to the forehead.
	"Lower..."
	I bring it to my waist and flinch when Aurelia stops just short of flicking my forehead again, snickering at my reflex.
	"Lower." She demands.
	Only once the waterskin is level with my crotch does she begin to drink from it. Sucking from it greedily, so greedily she pushes it into me. Aurelia moans loudly. Making me jump. I look around for help from the Lanista but Aurelia grabs my head.
	"Look at me while I drink."
	She moans louder, "by Jupiter you have so much in there." 
	Aurelia opens her mouth to feign tiredness letting the water spill down her neck, further drenching her top. I yelp when she begins buckling her body in pretend throes of passion. This is nothing but implied fellatio.
	"More!" Aurelia groans.
	I drop the water skin and cover my burning face. I run off. Pushing through the crowd of idle, resting gladiators. 
	"Anon, where are you going?" Aurelia calls.
	I almost bump into the Lanista as I flee.
	"What happened?" She demands from Aurelia.
	Aurelia shrugs her shoulders and gets up to give chase.
	"ANON! COME BACK! I WAS ONLY JOKING AROUND!" I hear her roar. "PLEASE?"
	I hide in the armory. Pretending to be an armor rack, staying as still as possible. Aurelia throws open the door. 
	"I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE!" She yells.
	I hear her stomping by, checking each nook and cranny big enough to fit a lamb. Breathing heavily like a wolf excited that it has found its meal for the day. I crawl past a rack of swords, accidentally hitting it with my foot. It clatters to the ground loudly. 	A pair of blue flames light up from the other side of the room.
	"Found you."
	Somehow I manage to squirm beneath an old table while Aurelia peers over the suits of armor to check where I had gone.
	"He was just here…" she mumbles.
	Aurelia sighs sadly and sits on my table, opting to camp the door. She doesn't know I'm here, does she? The entire weight of her muscular body bears down on it mercilessly. I tremble at the prospect of her falling through the table to crush my skull. A prospect that becomes very real when the wood cracks from Aurelia crossing her legs. I try to secretly push it back up but in no time at all I am exerting all of my strength to try to keep Aurelia from falling down on me. The table begins to bend downwards as Aurelia stews. Her ass crunching through the wood slowly but surely all until it brea---
	"PLEASE GET OFF THE TABLE!" I yell.
	Aurelia flinches, making the wood crack violently before she jumps off. I crawl out and quiver as Aurelia fawns over me. Brushing her hand across my feverish cheek to coo softly. 
	"I thought you really had run off, lamb."
	She plops me on the table. My weight is not nearly enough to make it groan. Aurelia gets on her knees, getting as low as is comfortably possible. But her smiling face still hangs out at stomach height. Aurelia hums happily now that she has found her lamb again.
	"I'm sorry if I scared you, lamb."
	"I-It's okay…"
	"No, it's not, you ran off." Aurelia smirks, "was I just too much for you to handle?"
	I look down at the rippling muscularity of her tall body. Aurelia leans in closer, her broad shoulders forcing my legs apart. She brings a hand up to softly brush my cheek as she speaks soothingly.
	"I brought something to make it up to you."
	"Like what?"
	Aurelia opens her hand to show two little hard candies, she's bribing me with sweets? Really?
	"They're honey flavored."
	Never mind, this is maybe okay.
	"Open your mouth." She gently brings a candy up to my mouth.
	I purse my lips tight. Aurelia tilts her head to the side and furrows her brow. 
	"Don't worry, lamb. I'll be gentle."
	When I show no signs of opening my mouth Aurelia sighs and quickly pops the candy into her mouth, sucking on it hard.
	"Fine." She says, moving it around with her tongue, "but I will get this inside of you."
	I start to back away only for Aurelia to smile smugly as she poises herself to pounce on me. 
	"Stand still."
	My mind explodes when she kisses me. First making me go limp by the simple electric contact of her lips against mine. But then forcefully parting my lips with her huge tongue, I can feel her heartbeat through it, the foreign wetness mats the tender inside edges of my lips. It tastes sweet. I try to fight back with my non-existent strength but my body is limp and Aurelia is so strong, so very strong. She holds me in place by my shoulders, squeezing my arms. Aurelia pushes her tongue in to pin mine to the bottom of my mouth. Tangling it as I swoon from the roughness of it in such a sweet and tender part of my being. I can hardly see I'm so caught off guard but what I can see is Aurelia's eyes staring madly into mine. She seizes the side of my head to hold my still as she continues to sap all my energy through her kiss. And once all resistance has been slathered away by her tongue's sultry movements, she deposits the candy on my tongue and leaves as quickly as she came. Breaking the kiss in a loud smack. 
	Aurelia giggles as I hold my hands over my mouth. My face burning from confusion. I move away from her when she brings a finger up to poke my nose, playfully.
	"There, I softened it up for you."
	I swallow from nervous instinct, almost choking on the candy as it goes down. But it being so heavily coated in Aurelia's forceful saliva keeps it from getting stuck. I writhe as I feel the liquid drip down my throat and into my stomach, it's like swallowing hot lava.
	"You didn't swallow it, did you?" Aurelia asks.
	I feign innocence and quickly shake my head side to side. Still holding my hands over my mouth. Aurelia sighs as she grabs my hands.
	"I'll use my fingers this time, okay?"
	I shake my head side to side again much to her chagrin. 
	"Open." She demands coldly. I lower my hands and open my lips. Her saliva is still sweet in my mouth, hanging in threads from my open lips.
	"Good lamb." She says, I squirm when she sets the candy on my tongue. "Very good… that's it…" she mumbles, "just like that."
	I quickly raise an eyebrow when she doesn't remove her finger from my mouth. Aurelia is too lost in pushing her finger around my mouth. I blush like crazy as I nervously try to push her arm away to no avail. She begins to lean forward on the table, making it scream much like I want to. Aurelia begins to move her finger deeper down my tongue. My eyes widen as I realize this was all a perverted trap on her part. I walked right into it.
	Her upward gaze taunts me. The sensation of something so big being at your feet is frightening. It feels she only did it to make me feel small. Aurelia lets her mouth hang open as her cheeks turn pink. So very interested in the wonder of feeling my saliva on her finger, ignoring the fact that it has long since dissolved. But so much of the honey flavored sugar clings to her finger tip in a sticky mess, making me instinctively follow it with my tongue. I nervously stir as I realize there is no way I can get to her when she is in this state. She might as well be in Greece right now.
	Gaelica opens the door casually but freezes when she sees us. I desperately plead with my eyes to ask her to somehow pull Aurelia off of me. She takes a step back instead. Aurelia snaps out of her lustful spell. Furious the serene moment has been broken. She slowly turns her head, grimacing angrily at Gaelica who squeals and runs off. 
	"DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TEACH YOU TO KNOCK?" Aurelia yells.
	She chases Gaelica out into the training grounds. Leaving me a hot, sweaty mess on the table. Unsure what had just happened. Only knowing my mouth tastes like honey. I hold my hands to mouth to protect it as I walk out to the rest of the training grounds. The Lanista stands watching Aurelia tackle Gaelica on the other side of the field. She raises an eyebrow when she sees me, pointing to my mouth.
	"Did… Aurelia…" 
	"Yes." I mumble ashamedly.
	The Lanista whistles as she hands me a vase. I look inside to see it's full of oil.
	"W-What's this for? Are we cooking something?"
	"What? No." The Lanista exclaims, "the food has already all been cooked. We're breaking for lunch soon."
	"Am I supposed to dump th--"
	Gaelica runs past, her long legs pumping furiously as she looks back at the Golden Titan stalking her from close behind. Aurelia jumps and grabs her in a furious chokehold. Gaelic weakly trying to tap out until something cracks. The Lanista's eyes grow big as she runs over to break the two apart, making sure to grab a war hammer.
	"Look, it's important, just don't lose it or it's your head!" She yells as she waves the hammer over her head. 

	I awkwardly sit with the vase of oil next to me. On the other side of the dining hall sits the Lanista who listens to scribe talk, exhausted. She holds a cold cup against her forehead. She ended up just getting caught in the fight between Golitah and the other bigger Goliath when she tried to break them up. Maybe now is a bad time to ask again why she gave me this vase of oil.
	The oil starts to ripple nervously. I watch it confused as the ripples grow stronger and stronger until the oil settles to show Aurelia's reflection. She drops her tray between the two gladiators sitting across from me with a loud clatter. The instant they see Aurelia they quickly get up to leave. One gladiator is kind enough to silently say good luck with an encouraging thumbs up.
	Aurelia scoffs sarcastically, "is this seat taken?" 
	She turns her chin up, waiting for my response and grins when she sees I'm too nervous to even look up at her. Gaelica notices the two evacuating gladiators walking past her. When she sees Aurelia she too starts to pack up before suddenly stopping, she peeks over at me curiously and sits back down. To watch the show I assume.
	The table lurches ever so slightly as Aurelia sits across from me. She noisily drops her elbows onto the table to prop up her chin as she stares at me affectionately. I expect her to tease me or harass me and the lack of it is somehow more frightening.
There is no reason I should enjoy this, but I do for whatever masochistic reason. The simultaneously affectionate and predatory way Aurelia looks at me makes me feel funny inside. Her tall frame watching over me makes me swoon, the fact her body is so immaculately toned only serves to make her even more physically imposing. She is beautiful the same way flood water rushing towards you is, unstoppable, hypnotic, and powerful. I feel my heart race at the thought of Aurelia like I've been stuck with a magic arrow to make me irrationally lustful. 
	I violently flinch when Aurelia snaps me out of my stupor by slamming her knee into the table. Making all the plates clatter loudly as they fall back to the table. Forcing my gaze to return to her eyes. She continues to lean on her elbows, watching me with that smug, loving smile. I start to sweat as I pick at my food. Aurelia takes to gently playing footsie under the table. Pinning my legs any which way she can as she toys with me.
	All I can do is slowly look up at Aurelia who licks her lips playfully, making sure I can see her shining teeth that are wet with saliva. I sigh as I shudder. No matter what I eat, I still taste the honey from our kiss. My mouth is still burnt from Aurelia's saliva. It's like a sticky salve that just doesn't go away. I feel feverish and bothered. My nerves standing on edge from some invisible ailment. 
	But when I try again to fruitlessly wash the sweet flavor of her tongue out of my mouth, Aurelia grabs the bottom of my cup between two fingers. Smirking when I instinctively try to move it to no avail.
	"How is my favorite, little lamb doing?"
	I surrender the cup and she sets to my side. I stare off as I stammer.
	"T-The Lanista wanted me to carry this oil and I don--"
	Aurelia scratches my chin, making my mind explode with pleasure. It's like I was sucker punched. I start to fall into her touch but she tauntingly takes it away at the last minute.
	She snickers, "I didn't ask how the oil was doing, I asked how YOU are doing."
	I stutter gibbering nonsense as I reel from Aurelia's electric touch. My brain feels like it's been fried. Aurelia sighs, finding it nothing short of adorable. Her joyful smile makes me blush. I try to hide my nerves in a bite of sausage but Aurelia grabs my wrist in her hand. Holding it as one would a thin stick of bread, something to be cracked. I look over at Gaelica for help who only turns a blind eye.
	"A-Aren't you going to e-eat your food?" I plead, adrenaline is great to help you think in the face in danger.
	I yelp when the table screeches across the floor as she leans towards me. "Hmmm…" Aurelia hums, I pray she doesn't respond with some snide comment about how I am her meal. "I thought I'd enjoy the scenery first."
	I breathe a sigh of relief.
	"But I think I'll try some of yours first, as an appetizer."
	Aurelia begins to crush my wrist, a sadistic smile growing in tune with how hard she squeezes, her grin peaking when she forces me to drop it or face a splintered bone. She wordlessly opens her mouth, letting her long tongue loll out. I shrink away when I see it, instinctively covering my mouth again. My face burning from the memory of our kiss. Her ENTIRE tongue was inside my mouth, that was inside my mouth…
	I hopelessly pick up the sausage between two fingers to offer it up to Aurelia's mouth, it bends under its own meaty weight. 
	"Good boy… learning how to finally use your fingers." I freeze, as her blue eyes laugh at me. "You know, to PLEASE me." 
	I blush and shut my eyes as I thrust it into her open mouth. It's like feeding a lion. Aurelia closes her lips around it. You want to be as far away from its teeth as possible. The sausage starts to pass under her teeth. Please don't bite down, please don't bite down. She lets the sausage slide down her throat without so much as gagging. My jaw drops, I am fucked. But before I can pull my fingers away, her tongue explodes out of her mouth to expertly wrangle my fingers through her lips. My eyes widen as I feel the boiling wet inside of her mouth, buffeted by the rough, silky texture of her tongue. 
	The forced intimacy makes me go partially limp as I try to pull them out. Spoilers, it doesn't work. Aurelia slowly sucks on my fingers, first down to the tip, then to the joint, and then all the way down to the knuckles. The sausage they held still hanging out in her throat, going deeper and deeper down with no trouble at all. I can see her neck bulging a little. Just when Aurelia is about to gnaw playfully gnaw on my fingers, she sees I'm on the verge of terrified tears. She swallows powerfully, making the sausage disappear and releasing my fingers from their wet, hot prison. 
	I quickly wipe them off on a napkin. Aurelia roaring with laughter as I fail to mop them dry. She throws her napkin at my red face like a towel while she starts to eat from her own plate. I stare at the table as I try to calm my heart. I notice Gaelica staring at Aurelia. Gaelica slowly looks down at the sausage on her plate and blushes. She turns away to secretly try and swallow it but only ends up coughing and gagging, awkwardly trying to make it sound sexy but ends up  muffling with a hasty drink from her cup. I see Aurelia snicker at Gaelica. 
	"I-Is that even okay to do?" I stutter.
	"What the sausage? Oh come on, lamb. I'm a big girl." She teases, "I can handle what you dish out. Besides, a growing girl needs her meat, doesn't she?" 
	My face goes pale.
	"Are you still growing?"
	Aurelia snickers, "No, not really…" 
	She pokes her foot in between my crotch. Pushing on the wood beneath me, I can feel the wood vibrating from the monumental force she applies. 
	"But I think I could make you 'grow.'"
	I cover my manhood with my hands and flinch when I feel Aurelia's foot graze the front of my hand. Aurelia snickers as she picks up a chicken leg, looking over at Gelica and fairly pleased that she was able to make another "fall" without so much as even lifting a finger. I finish drying mine and awkwardly pick at my food as I steam from embarrassment alongside Gaelica. 
	"Hey… lamb…" Aurelia coos, "watch this."
	She takes her chicken leg and slides the whole thing into my mouth, her eyes gleefully giggling as I stir uncomfortably. Wondering what she's going to do now. I half expect her to swallow it whole. But thankfully she just pulls the bone out, entirely cleaned of meat. She drops it onto my plate, splashing mash everywhere. My hand shakes as I try to pick it out. She spits out the tiny extra bone of a drumstick out. It lands like a spear between two of my fingers. I look up, terrified at Aurelia who covers her mouth as she chews. Trying not to choke from laughter. 
	I look away as I blush. The oil vase next to me offering quiet condolences for my place in life. I still wonder what it's for. I mean… why would the Lanista just give me a vase full of oil? It's not for cooking. Could it be ceremonial? Are we paying off some Roman leader? Do gladiators even need to do that? Wait… are we going to dip bread in it? I look into the shimmering oil, trying to understand its mystery. I don't think this is the kind for eating… it's too… "slippery."
	Aurelia brings my attention back by splattering crumbs on my shirt. She feigns innocence as she repeatedly thrusts a sausage into a folded piece of flatbread. 
	"Don't mind me," Aurelia sings, "just having some fun."
	"Why are you playing with your food?"
	"Hmm?" Aurelia pretends to be distracted by her "fun," "Did you want to join me?"
	"What? N---"
	Aurelia forces my hand to hold the sausage.
	"Alright, you know what to do."
	"Aurelia, I'm not."
	I go silent when I see her stormy face. It's the kind of dark stormy that you see only when you are out in the middle of nowhere before rain. Where you understand, "yep, I'm going to get soaked." I begin to push the sausage in and out of Aurelia's "fold" with great apprehension.
	"Lamb… you can go harder than that." I gasp when Aurelia touches my hand. "Let me teach you."
	My face burns as Aurelia forces me to take part in her nonsense. She grins when something white begins to seep back.
	"Wow, someone gets done quick." She teases.
	Aurelia brings a finger down to taste the white liquid, rolling her eyes when she sees me staring at her.
	"It's cheese, lamb. Melted white cheese. Calm down." She strokes my head lovingly. "Did you think it was something else?" She whispers.
	"N---"
	She presses a finger against my lips.
	"How about we try something I know you'll like."
	I watch her slather a generous dollop of honey onto another piece of flatbread. Getting it all over the fold that she presents to me. 
	"Go ahead, lamb."
	I look up at Aurelia nervously. 
	"Do I really have to?" 
	I get my answer back when Aurelia locks my legs between her's. She smirks when she sees me recoil from a thick drop of honey drip from the folded bread.
	"Yes. Do I need to push your head in myself?"
	I take a deep breath and lick some honey off the bread. She doesn't have to use my sweet tooth against me… there are other… nicer ways of doing this…
	Aurelia's cheeks turn an ever so faint shade of pink. Her breathing slows as she watches me look up at her. I stick my tongue deeper into the bread, getting at all the sweetness inside. Aurelia giggles softly as she makes me more uncomfortable by biting her lower lip. She begins to slowly gyrate the honey filled bread to smear my face with streaks of honey. Taking joy in how messy she can make me. Yet there's so much, anything I do just encourages more honey to drip out. 
	"Sorry, lamb, so much just keeps coming out, doesn't it?" She snickers.
	Aurelia sighs happily before noticing Gaelica staring. 
	"If you plead nicely you can join in later," she winks. "But one warning," Gaelica freezes, "he doesn't understand the phrase, 'please, Anon, I can't go on any longer.'" 
	Gaelica gets up to leave as she blushes. Aurelia smirks as she leaves, waving goodbye with her free hand which oddly enough has a spoon in it. I realize she was just spooning more and more honey down the other end this entire time. Aurelia tries to hide her mad laughter once she learns I found out. She sets down the bread on the table.
	"You were so intent on doing it too!"
	I shrink away from her as I bring a napkin up to wipe the honey from my face. Aurelia seizes it tightly in her hand. 
"How about I help you instead."
	She takes it into her hand to clean me up but then stops. Aurelia looks down at the tiny napkin and then back up at my face. She licks her lips as she suddenly pulls me across the table. I beat against her powerful arms out of instinct. My thinking brain has long since learned it's best not to fight back. But my body still desperately fights out of an innate instinct of self preservation, especially when I'm pulled so close to the lion's maw. 
	Aurelia drags her tongue across my skin. I go limp at the feeling of it. She replaces the honey with her burning saliva, her tongue kind of rough but still so very silky. Aurelia holds me by the back of the head and squeezes angrily whenever I stop looking into her eyes. She excruciatingly licks it off my cheeks. Her blue eyes caught up in that lustful glazed look again. The close proximity makes me dizzy from how nice she smells. How have I not noticed it more? The table groans under Aurelia's weight as she begins to lick even more passionately. Savoring the way I shiver everywhere her tongue goes. No place is sacred. Not even my lips. Her tongue takes its time circling them, wetting the skin around them to create a burning ring of fire. Before finally falling onto them. Covering them up as she stops dragging her tongue entirely, deciding instead to undulate her tongue against my lips. Giving the pressure sensation of an impossibly wide, wet kiss. My eyes go blurry as she begins to slowly part my lips with her tongue, heedless now that she is returning to familiar territory. She knows just where to poke to make me squirm. I feel her meaty tongue touch my teeth and the---
	She suddenly pulls back, snickering as I am left frozen in the air. My mind is still lagging behind. Aurelia sits watching me hang there as I finish processing the deluge of stimulation. Once I finish I realize how stupid I look and fall back into my seat, furiously wiping my cheeks as if that will clean the flustered pink on the skin. Aurelia's saliva is something else entirely. She smirks as she stands up, having the kindness to clean up my plate as well. The napkins I use are so matted with hot wet that it's useless. It reminds me of how a monster drools before it feasts on its prey. I throw down the last napkin now that my face is clean. My stomach turning at the thought, I'm the prey…
	"Come on, lamb." Aurelia smiles like a smug lion, she knows something I don't. "Bring the vase along with."
	"Why?" I sheepishly ask, lugging around the heavy ceramic. 
	"Wrestling."
	I stop dead in my tracks. Roman wrestling. Where you strip down to your undergarments… where to reduce rub burns you apply copious amounts of… I feel the vase tip forward as it falls. Aurelia sighs and steps back to catch it in one hand. 
	"You're not getting out of work that easily, lamb." She affectionately pokes me on the nose before shoving the vase back into my arms. 
	"Why can't you carry it?"
	Aurelia stops and realizes I still don't understand everything. She stoops down on her knees, leaning in forebodingly. Her smirk grows stronger as I hide behind the vase, trying to offer it up to her out of pure desperation. All it takes is a single finger to push it back down so she can see all of the worry on my face. Savoring every moment I'm left in pure abject terror.
	"Because you're the one who's going to be rubbing it on me, lamb."

	All I can do is whimper weakly as Aurelia confidently drags me behind her. She pulls us into a nice private room, shutting the door behind us forebodingly. She chides me with flirty clicks of her tongue as she steps towards me. I hold the vase tight enough to make my fingers turn white. Aurelia steps in front of me and sets her hands on my shoulders, smirking as she starts to massage them. Only making me curl up even more as I quiver under her touch. 
	Aurelia coos as she strokes my hair, understanding how highly strung my nerves are right now. But not calming me down out of kindness, it's so she can keep me from having a heart attack to tease me more. Her strong hands finally grip me tightly to sit me on a nearby bed. A strand of ginger hair on the pillow. I look up and see a vase of Gaelica shooting an arrow into a charging bear, and every other dangerous animal… except for a lion. I swallow nervously. Aurelia moves the vase of oil aside as she brings her hand behind her back to undo her top. Only stopping when she sees my reaction.
	"Oh… lamb…" she withdraws her hand, "you're the absolute reddest you have ever been." She cups my frighteningly feverish cheek in a cool palm. "Blush any harder and you'll catch on fire." Aurelia pushes me further down the bed to make room for herself, my heart starts to race. "But I don't want you to explode like that, it'd be a waste."
	I nod sporadically, so tightly wound I cannot move without shivering profusely. Aurelia's vigorous muscularity shines in the dim light of Gaelica's room even without a layer of oil. I can see all of her many scars up in close detail. The Golden Titan continues her predatory stalking, not needing to circle me to force me into a corner in fact all she needs to do is use her statuesque self to effortlessly corral me. Aurelia climbs onto the bed, standing on her knees to still tower over me. Her huge, strong legs push her forward like the bow of a ship through water. The two stalwart tree trunks of thighs guarding the "delicate" place between them, I swallow nervously, but I don't think any part of her is delicate. My eyes wander up to Aurelia's eyes glowing with lust, I struggle to see past her massive wobbling tits. Held back only by the thinnest undergarments.
	Her abs ripple with anticipation, like the undulating shields of a turtle shell formation of legionaries. Powerful with yet more enormous might beneath. I push my hands against her strong arms as she pushes me up against the wall, applying all of my strength to keep from being crushed. Aurelia snickers as she bucks herself to make me gasp from pain. 
	"Did I break anything?" She asks as she leans back. 
	I shake my head side to side and Aurelia sighs, leaning on the wall above me. I look around. I'm entirely trapped. Aurelia mashes my face in her chest. All I experience is the most maddening bursts of euphoria through my body. Making me tingle so hard I can't help but shiver. Feeling all of Aurelia's hard body against my comparatively soft one. I am a soft, little lamb.
Aurelia relents to let me gasp for air. I'm left panting with my back to the wall, covering myself which makes her snicker loudly. Bringing a single finger down to tug at the undergarments around her deliciously wide hips. Taking great joy in how it sets my face ablaze, leaving me flustered beyond belief. The bed shakes as she laughs. She throws me on my back. Leaning over me like a lion would the gladiator they have downed. 
	"Don't worry, lamb. I wouldn't do Gaelica dirty like that."
	I nod slowly as she puts out her hand to help me to my knees. I hesitate. Aurelia raises an eyebrow before settling for pulling me up by the front of the shirt. Forcing me to hug her tight to keep from breaking my nose on her midriff. It's like hugging a living, moving marble column. I quickly scootch back. Her body is like a Roman statue, marbled perfection. I can't stop looking at her breasts that heave against the fabric of her top. Aurelia hooks a finger under my chin to force my gaze into her eyes. A thick vein running down her arm pulsates angrily, made bigger in one place by a nasty scar. A hand grips mine tightly as she examines my fingers.
	"If you wish, instead of having you use your fingers. I could dunk YOU in the oil. Use you like a towel. Rubbing ALL of you against me." 
	I blush and weakly squeak, "I'll u-use my hands…"
"Good…" I jump when she stabs her pointer finger between each of my fingers. "They're so small and nimble. Spreading oil isn't about slapping it on. It's about delicately spreading to the tightest nooks and crannies." 
	Aurelia turns her back to me, making sure I see the way it ripples with pure athleticism forged into muscles from the smallest of movements she makes. Her long, golden braid dripping down like honey to hang as a Sword of Damocles in front of me. My mind spins at the prospect of actually touching her myself. I look at my tiny hand compared to just one of her grand back muscles. It's one thing for her to grope at me. It's another thing entirely for me to actually touch her.
	"Go ahead, lamb. You can start anytime you want."
	I yelp when Aurelia backs up into me, making sure my crotch rubs up against her ass. I feel her cheeks flex as she peers back over her shoulder at me. I hide my embarrassment by looking straight down. I can feel and see her ass cheeks squeezing my manhood between them. Aurelia snickers and sighs again.
	"Come on, lamb… any longer and I might as well dunk you in the oil to start with."
	My hand sinks into the cold oil. It anchors my excitement down, helping it to come down from a mad boil to an infatuated simmer. The oil drips in long strands from my hand, falling onto the bed. 
	"Oh… lamb… Gaelica is going to be mad…" Aurelia teases.
	I bring my hand up to apply the oil to her side. Aurelia sighing seductively as she shifts all of her body into my touch. My palm experiences what a bursting dam must feel right before it gives out from the sheer force behind it. I feel the base and peak of every one of her muscles. All while Aurelia grinds herself into the bed ever so slightly. Trying to use her inhuman strength to wrangle her impossible libido. I try to keep a level head but begin to swoon when feeling her defined serratus anterior. Each fiber growing to push against my hand. I dunk my hand again in the oil. It cools my hot mind like a freshly forged sword in a barrel of water. I let it hang there until Aurelia bucks her ass into me to signal I should continue.
	Aurelia is huge, I have never even thought such a cut human being could exist. Her back feels like a cliff face is trapped under the skin. Every lucious muscle is perfect. Each is so hard, I can't help but wonder why she even bothers with armor. But then I blush when I wonder if it's because it'd be too easy if she didn't weigh herself down, only to find it worked against her in the end making her too strong.
	"I like it on my scars, by the way."
	I trace them with my finger tip, the oil making pleasant little plops as it drips down her scars. There are so many of them. Aurelia has been a gladiator all her life and is probably thrown into more battles than she should be, but also winning them at a higher rate. This is a body of an experienced warrior. One full of battle prowess and experience. I watch Aurelia's shoulders bulge as she stretches an arm up. Yep, full of battle prowess and experience.

	I begin to use both hands because to only use one would mean we are here all day. Her shoulders are far wider than mine that come back in a reverse flare to her toned waist, a generous hourglass figure. Accentuated by her heavy chest that overflows out to the sides of her body. Her ample tits are something I want to thrust my head into the middle of. To buck my hips wildly as I experience the incredibly dangerous act of making love to Aurelia. Heedless to the force of nature that will be released once her lust is allowed to run free like something from Pandora's Box.
	Yet she is so soft, blessed with something perhaps on par or better than Venus' femininity. I could be blind but when I felt her I would know this is a woman. Not a girl, but a woman. One who's lust rivals that of Venus' cults, they'd look like prudes in comparison. I begin to oil her shoulders. Watching the oil drip tantalizingly down every vein and bump of her body. Pooling at her scars that stick out like stalwart cliffs. I apply oil like everything it falls upon I am claiming. I want to make her mine but with how Aurelia handles herself, it would be the other way. 
	I whimper as Aurelia suddenly drops her top. Letting it fall to her thighs. She looks back at me and snickers, whipping her head back cockily. Slapping me in the chest with her thick, heavy braid. I see something in the blinding lustful light from the punch of her braid. I want to be her little breeding slut. I want her to devour me as she assaults my fragile hips with her crushing thighs. To fuck me until completion with brutal slapping hip slams. For me to see her tasty breasts bouncing above me. Knowing they could knock out my teeth with their weight alone. Her to force me to impregnate her. Not being satisfied until I flood her womb with everything in my loins. Suddenly my mind goes blank at a single pondering question. What is it like when she climaxes, what is it like when she cums?
	A woman like her? Fertile as can be. Her womb clogged with waiting eggs. Hormones through the roof. A libido so strong she doesn't know the term "heat" because she is always in it. So impossibly fit and athletic that sex to her would be… rough… to say the least. The thought of Aurelia's curvy, thick, and herculean body going through the violent throes of an orgasm suddenly make me feel tiny. The thought of her mighty lungs making beastial screams pleasure, her desperate to make children. Her prime biological purpose. All else fades in comparison. She doesn't fight for glory. It's a matter of survival in the end. She fights to breed, glory just makes her a more attractive mate. But what is it like when she cums? 
	"Lamb?"
	I am trapped by that question. Drowning in the hot, oily depths of my own perversions. Only saved when Aurelia speaks again.
	"You're humping my back."
	I freeze and look down. I'm high on my knees with my burgeoning hard on digging into the middle of her back. Her braid in my nose. My arms around her abs. I can see over her shoulders to see that there isn't a single drop of oil on her chest. A generous helping of her abs sure. But I had gotten so swept up by my own lustful imagination I had missed what should have been the part that had brought about my lewd fantasies.
	"You were shivering like a newborn lamb while you were doing it." Aurelia laughs.
	Aurelia sighs, feeling me flop onto the bed to curl up from embarrassment. Pressing my eyes shut as I pretend nothing had just happened. 
	"Lamb…" Aurelia coos. 
	I shut my eyes harder and burn up behind my arms. The cursed oil dripping onto my hair.
	"Laaaamb…" Aurelia sings, touching my side.
	I'm on the verge of self immolation from the sheer weight of my embarrassment. The black hole of the underworld is about to wonder why it's suddenly bright down there by comparison and what that terrifying dark void above them is. 
	"Lamb." Aurelia caresses my burning cheek. "It's alright. It was cute."
	I flip myself over but my persistent hard on catches on the mattress and I awkwardly have to spin the other way around. I keep my eyes shut when I spin past Aurelia. She sighs disappointedly. Disappointed in me I'm sure. I feel like I've been caught with my pants down.
	"Lamb…" Aurelia flips me over, poking at my hands that cover my face. "What's wrong?"
	"I-I-I…"
	Aurelia shushes me as she picks me up to hold me by her side. I wince from the oil that drips onto my hair from the serratus anterior I had adored mere moments ago. 
	"There was nothing wrong, it was cute, trust me." Aurelia coos as she pats my chest. "Your hips were like a little jackhammer. I should call you a rabbit instead." She affectionately teases.

	I open my eyes and look over out of habit, usually I'm used to not conversing with Hercules' big sister. I am blinded with an eyeful of Aurelia's chest. Full. It's full. Her breasts come down in a graceful, soft slope from her collarbone. To reach the perky end of her nipples that poke out aggressively, they want you to look at them. I swallow nervously. They want you to see just how far out they are pushed by the inches of generous cleavage behind them, by pounds of massive titflesh behind them. 
	Aurelia smirks lovingly as she strokes my hair. Knowingly how enraptured I am.
	"There's my little degenerate of a lamb." She coos, "the one that tried to fuck my back."
	I feel my embarrassed blush begin to be pushed out by a flustered one. 
	"You made the most delightful little squeaks of pleasure as you put your all into it." 
	Aurelia takes a deep breath of endearment. I back away as her chest rises into the air. My balls feel like iron weights, churning like a stormy ocean. I want nothing more than t---
	"I want to hear them again." Aurelia whispers.
	She grins when my eyes grow wide at the thought. Aurelia leans in close to nibble at my ear.
	"I'll let you fuck my hand."
	I'm driven to a fit of sensual madness. I don't lash out, quite the contrary, my brain shuts off. It's too much. All I know is a foggy, fuzzy cloud of what amounts to my basest animalistic desires, and all of them have been blown away by that one idea.
	"There won't be anything to be done on my part… no… no… no… it's all you, doing as you want with my hand."
	Aurelia gets off the bed to kneel in front of me. Her head is still at chest height as she smirks, leading me along by the mere movement of a hand. She cups it like she is about to hold a spear. And then, looking up smugly but affectionately, she offers it to me. 
	I stand on shaky legs. Unsure if this is some trick. 
	"Go ahead." Aurelia says sultrily, "go wild."
	I awkwardly stand there. Aurelia begins to beckon with her hand. I drop my pants but then at the last moment I pull them back up to cover myself. Blushing again.
	"Lamb…"
	Aurelia tilts her head curiously to the side. 
	"I know how heavy your loins feel. How full they are. How clogged with frustration you are. This is your chance to calm yourself, to feel release, and to finally come to climax."
	I drop my pants and trip over my flustered self as I step towards her hands, still covering myself. 
	"That's a good boy." Aurelia raises her hand to my manhood. "That's it… right here… put it right here…" I melt when she presses her head against my chest. "Just do anything you want with my hand here, ANYTHING at all, lamb. It's all for you."
	I uncover myself. I insert my throbbing erection through the hole formed by her fingers. Shivering at the tantalizing tingles that run up and down my shaft the rough but plush skin on the front of her hand grazes my cockhead. I almost cum right then and there but take a moment to collect myself. But when I start to push my cock deeper into her hand, my legs turn to jelly. Aurelia coos me with affectionate clicks of her tongue. I scramble to find somewhere to grab onto. Her upper body is slick with oil. I grab at her neck, hold her shoulders, and even try to push against her abs to no avail. I end up awkwardly leaning on her head. My legs shivering from the aftershocks of her hand grazing my over sensitive cock.
	Aurelia calls playfully, "that's a good boy… come on little lamb… go ahead… my hand is right here for you to play with."
Ecstasy. That is all I can say. I start off slow. Awkwardly pushing my cock in and out. Feeling the bumpy gaps between her fingers rub up against my cock. The way her calloused hands offer a sensual texture that drives you mad with the euphoric friction you feel, you burn from the sparks of hot tingles that make you grit your teeth. The ridge of my cock head is always catching on the back of her hand, the bend of her thumb forming the end of the tunnel. I go limp whenever I feel it dig into the tender flesh of where my shaft meets the helmet of my bulging cock. It gets to the point where I lean limply on Aurelia's strong body as I madly buck my hips, discarding notions of slow and lucious pleasure, for animalistic furor. 
	I can't help but moan when I see one of Aurelia's bright blue eyes looking up at me, so pleased that she can do these things to me without even lifting a finger. All she needs to do is offer five to break me. I fall into her hand, she is completely in control. Every vein that runs up my manhood throbbing with more blood than they have ever carried before. I could pry boxes open with how hard my cock is. Spurred on by the innocent yet smug smile Aurelia beams up to me. Encouraging me to indulge my moment of fanatical heat.
Meaty slaps of my balls hitting her wrists make her other hand dip down between her thighs before she sighs and brings it back up. I jackhammer my shaft in long, thorough strokes through her fingers. Hilting myself down to the balls. Cum begins to swell upwards as my balls feel like they are making semen out of nothing at all. My body is desperate to spray as much as possible onto Aurelia. Clogs of it begin to build up. I thrust harder as if that will shake them loose. First it starts as little pockets of heaving pressure. I spasm as the mounting pressure in my loins become crashes of hot, thick, and gooey fantasies of ropes across Aurelia's beautiful face.
My engorged balls still swelling with yet more seed, made super virile from some magic Aurelia holds over me. All of Aurelia's near nude body radiating an absurd amount of sex and seduction. Excruciating loads build inside my shaft in response. Held back only by my selfish desire to prolong this as long as possible. My jaw drops as my eyes roll back into my head when Aurelia cups my balls which seemingly explode with offers of cum it can throw into her cleavage like a mad cult's sacrifice. She cups their girth with a gentle hand. 
	"You have the cutest, little balls, you that lamb?" She coos, each word dripping with tempting honey that tries to get me to explode prematurely. "Did I do this? Make you prone to exploding in a masculine shower of pure white? How badly do you want to? Hmmm? What would happen if I were to start stroking you as well?" 
	Aurelia has to speak over the mad slaps of my hips into her stalwart hand. She is the one fixed point in the world that I lean on to satisfy my carnal desires. She takes a pregnant pause before continuing.
	"Would you even survive?" She teases, "in fact, I could start now."
	I moan with all my breath. My vision flashing white when she squeezes gently, not my shaft, my balls. Something comes out in such a massive glob I think I had climaxed at first. An enormous drop of sticky pre beads on the end of my cock. Dripping into her fingers as my cock rams back and forth, trying to penetrate as hard as possible. She smirks as she brings a single finger up to gather it on the tip, Aurelia taking great pleasure in how I swoon at the sight. She brings it up to her mouth to lick it off with her tongue. 
	Aurelia giggles when she sees my pace slow from sheer astonishment. She squeezes my balls again to make me shiver, eventually doing it whenever I even come close to climax. 
	"Your cute little cock struggles to even come out the other side of my hand." She comments. "How does it feel? To know you're so small that my hand can cover the entire thing?"
	I can only weakly moan in response.
	"Oh… you enjoy it? That's my adorable, little degenerate." Her hand begins to squelch around my shaft from the copious amounts of pre that erupt from my cock, foreboding warnings of the torrential blockages inside. "So small… so cute… it's a wonder I didn't break you from the weight of my stare alone. I half expected you to hug my side and press your groin against me as we walked like the pervert you are, begging for me to take you with every bated breath."
	Aurelia bites her lower lip, turning her chin upwards as she expects a white shower at any moment now.
	"Do you think you'd last? I should warn you, a tiny little lamb like you will have to hold onto something, I could outlast Hercules. I could pin you to the side of Mount Olympus and move it with my lewd motions, bulldozing through the barbarian lands. Do you think Venus would take kindly to being woken up so by a Golden Titan breaking her little lamb? Do you think she'd want to join?"
	I quiver as Aurelia squeezes my balls again. Dollops of shining pre cum staining both Aurelia's chest and the bed behind her. Her hand continues to devour my aching cock as I use it to massage my lust to completion. 
	"So, so predictable. Such a good, well behaved little lamb. It's so adorable. I can predict exactly how you'll react to anything I do to a tee." 
	She experiments by groaning softly, giggling when a load of pre splurts from my cock head. Propelled by the insane backup of the overfull flood of orgasm behind it. 
	"I love it. Such a cute little thing it makes you, small and weak. Nothing but a victim to mere persuasion. So different from fights that are so PHYSICAL." I shudder at the word. "I always have to be on my toes and can never tell what is going to happen, but you?" Aurelia groans again, playfully. "You're my only sense of normalcy. We could make this a routine. I tease you all day and at night I kneel here while you fuck my hand." She licks her lips. "Your cute little body spasming at the mere FANTASY of being inside of your golden haired Titaness."
	There must be something wrong with me. My cock overflows with pre. It's a constant stream or it at least feels that way. I can hardly see my vision is so blurry. Aurelia's voice is all around me. All I know is where her hand is, that is where I derive pleasure from and hopefully satisfaction.
	"I really thought a little degenerate like you would have popped long ago." She squeezes my heavy, heavy balls. "Perhaps you need a little bit of help? Hmmm but that would defeat the purpose."
	I nod desperately as my balls churn out yet more seed at the mere thought. My cock steel hard from the pressure inside of it.
	"Mhmm… no… it has to be all you." Aurelia looks up at me with her blue eyes, "I know you can do it, lamb… now be a good boy and finish for me. I want to see the product of your labor."
	She begins to moan into my chest. I feel her powerful voice reverberate in my chest. Through my ribs, past my heart, down my spine, shooting into my veins, and gathering in my loins. 
	"I know you want to fill my womb, lamb. You won't be happy until you do. From the first moment I saw your eyes full of that pleading, desperate desire. I knew, and when I let you?" Aurelia groans passionately, "I'll have to go really hard to get your cock to kiss my womb, because anything less is unacceptable, and if your cute little body survives it?"
I pant, the sensual madness hitting a fever pitch at long last. Thick, white beads of cum finally dripping out of my cock, my balls have their release.
	"I will show you heaven."
	My loins go into overdrive. Belting out load after load as I milk myself using her hand. Fucking it senseless, going senseless myself in my orgasmic rutting. Aurelia smiles as she feels the overfilled girthy weight of my balls buck from the sheer effort of emptying each engorged clog in sprays of rope. All of it going into and onto Aurelia's deep, ample chest. She smiles at all the frustration that lands between her breasts. The total bliss of her blue eyes looking up at me with such seductive encouragement makes time fall to the wayside as a seemingly endless supply of white is emptied through me onto her, until finally I fall limp.
	The refractory period hits HARD. Aurelia has to set me on the bed. I'm dazed and confused. Only understanding the world through simple sensations, everything becomes bright at the sensation of Aurelia's hand around my manhood. I'm so exhausted I can only murmur little protests. Aurelia smirks as she begins to slowly pump her hand up and down. I see sparks as my nerves protest with post orgasm sensitivity. I try to desperately signal with my eyes as my body remains comatose, it's too early, please stop.
	Aurelia smirks as she continues to move her hand up and down. Admiring the way I still shudder ever so faintly under her touch. I realize she knows I'm too exhausted to fight back but is doing this out of some degenerate curiosity on her part. I manage to raise a single shaky hand to set on her wrist. She continues to bring me to a forced climax. A complete subversion of what had been completed moments ago. She will pull me to the top of the same monumental peak by force if she has to. 
	I hear my heart beat in my ears as my cock begins to become flush with blood again. It beats the hardest it ever has before. Hesitant to beat any faster for fear of bursting, but eventually surrenders to increase the rate as well. It's like hearing mad war drums in my ears as I feel the pressure mounting in my aching balls again. It's not so much sensual madness as it is orgasmic torture. Aurelia enjoys making me "buck" in edging me to a higher throne of euphoria before bringing me back down, slowly but surely increasing the height of the peeks. It reminds me so much of how she would sweep me off my legs. Taking pleasure in the tiny weight of my body in her powerful arms. It wasn't just sadistic bullying, she was edging me along to wind me up from the sheer sexual tension.
	The bed shakes as Aurelia leans over to kiss me on the forehead. The instant her lips make contact with my skin. It's like a lightning bolt to the senses. All my inhibitions shut down as I spasm through a shocking climax. My body caught in random throes of tight ecstasy. I feel my arms seize as loads of sticky white splatter onto the floor in big spots. I didn't even know I still had it in me.
	Aurelia lets me go, snickering as I lay even more limp than before. She finishes oiling herself, winking as she doesn't bother to clean up my cum on her chest. Instead preferring to spread it all over her skin, the sticky globs thinned by dripping streams of oil. Aurelia winks.
	"Don't worry, you're not so virile my opponent will get pregnant from just touching your seed, right?"
	I just blankly stare up at her while she laughs. Aurelia starts to run her hands up and down her thighs. Spreading oil that sinks like ink into recesses into a table, highlighting the highs and lows of her chiseled legs. Suddenly I feel something stir in my loins, some unknown potency kicking in. An innate biological urge. I fight my own brain's protests as I stand myself up on my elbows. I want to… well…  you know…
	Aurelia laughs as she defuses my horny stupor with a kiss to the head. 
	"It's alright, lamb. You can rest here for a while. No need to worry." Aurelia kisses my forehead again to make me feel cool and calm, "no need to worry about Gaelica walking in on you. I'm wrestling her first." Aurelia steps around the copious white spots on the floor. "I think she'll make the connection about what happened to make the floor so soaked. It'll be something for her to rub out?" Aurelia thinks for a moment as she stands in the doorway, pushing on the top to accentuate her height as usual.
	"Yeah, let's go with that."
	I see her wave goodbye as she blows an appreciative kiss.
	I feel used. I feel tired. I feel… oily…

	When I feel up to it, I stand on my shaky legs and shamble out the door. One would think such an experience would have cooled my perverse thoughts. But it hasn't, they're still as hot and bothered as ever. I cling to the wall as I walk down to the training grounds. A shameful trail of oil dripping off of me to leave a sad trail. I stop by a fountain to see if some cool water with help soothe my unsatiated mind. I sit on the edge and try to comprehend what had just happened. The sudden memory of Aurelia's rough but skillful hand against my… 
	I start shivering uncontrollably as my body tingles all over. My heart races at the mere thought of Aurelia, not even what she did to me, just the thought of her mere existence. I stumble out into the field to see Aurelia wrestling other gladiators. It's no contest. The Lanista stands watching them to make sure no one gets hurt. I supposed she has a deeply vested interest in making sure no one gets hurt. I try to sit as quietly as possible but the wet squelch of the oil covering me alerts her. The Lanista does a double take when she sees me. I blush and try to pretend I'm not dripping with oil from head to toe. 
	"Did she…" the Lanista stammers, "ummm… you know… like…"
	"N-No…" I lie. "I'm fine, I promise."
	The Lanista raises her eyebrow when I try to wipe some oil off my shirt, it sticks to my hand when I try to shake it off. I look up to see Aurelia grinning as she looks over her shoulder back at me. The gladiator she is facing runs to try to tackle her. She doesn't notice their attack at all and continues to relish in the sight of me so used and drained. It takes another few failed tackles for Aurelia to sigh like she's just been told to take out the trash. Aurelia dips down to scoop the other gladiator off their feet. Making sure I see the extreme ease she does it with. She smirks when she sees me shrink away from her. The gladiator tries to grapple their way out of her grip. In response Aurelia turns them around to choke them out. Their neck is about to snap under the extreme bulge of her bicep until the Lanista steps in.
	Aurelia takes a victory lap around the ring. Playing up every motion as she stretches in front of me. I watch as her midriff seemingly grows a foot longer and a couple inches wider. She takes one slow, deep breath in. The oil glistening on her bare chest. Gaelica awkwardly steps into the ring, the next victim to Aurelia's undefeated wrestling streak. Aurelia steps back to politely give Gaelica more space. But the intimidating aura Aurelia radiates doesn't stop her from drowning Gaelica in her mere enormous presence. It's like trying to ignore the sky above you. You just can't, it's too big. Aurelia rests on her knees as she eyes up Gaelica. Gaelica swallows nervously as she gets into a shivering ready stance. The Lanista sighs and gives the signal for them to begin. 
	Gaelica begins by rushing her with a high grapple to Aurelia's shoulders. I gasp a little when Aurelia loses some of her footing but understand why when I see Aurelia looking at me affectionately. Her bright blue eyes are still as piercing as ever from this distance. Aurelia grins as she turns her attention back to wrestling Gaelica to the ground.
	It's the way Aurelia moves, effortlessly athletic, existing on another plane of physicality. You wish you could be as toned and skillful as her. She's larger than life, so much so that you wonder how something like that can even exist. A prime being of honed feminine curves, all natural. it's not some abstract concept like love or even lust, no its something simpler than that. It's a biological switch that is turned on when you see someone as cut as her.
	Aurelia grunts loudly as she flips Gaelica onto her back, Gaelica twisting in pain as she tries to climb to her feet. Aurelia winks at me as she grabs Gaelica for more action, she isn't done playing yet. I twist in my chair as Aurelia's body ripples with astonishing strength. She is fit.
	I wonder how strong she really is. I get all flustered when I remember how she had squatted me, even threatening to bench me. The way I had felt her legs and body curl up against me when she did sit ups. Such close, intimate proximity to Aurelia gives you the same feeling kneeling at the edge of a volcano about to erupt would. I swoon at the memory of how her body felt under my touch, lava hot rivlets of threat gathering around my finger tips. Rocky muscles underneath a pleasant layer of softness, rolling with the presence of a thunderstorm and the strength of an avalanche. 
	The crowd collectively winces when Aurelia twists Gaelica in a way she probably shouldn't. Gaelica doesn't come even close to matching Aurelia. She's impressive for sure, no slouch at all. But like with mountains you only use her to scale just how much bigger the one next to her is. It's just that Aurelia is built at a higher caliber, not much one can do about that.
	A masochistic part of me longs to be in Gaelica's place. To be thrown about in near reckless abandon by Aurelia. An abandon slowly becoming more and more complete as Aurelia begins to forget, "not everyone is as strong as you." To feel almost humiliated by the mere existence of Aurelia's herculean physique that she hasn't even begun to leverage over you. The rush of terror and adrenaline you must feel when she grabs your waist with one hand to lift you up. Offering you the kindness of bracing the back of your head before she pile drives you into the ground. All of that toned weight pressing down on you as she smirks at how feeble you are compared to her. You sensing a flash of pity and a fleeting thought of maybe going easy on you. Before Aurelia remembers the guilty pleasure of the power she feels wrestling you into submission, preferring to instead flip herself onto her back to throw you out of the ring.
	Gaelica stumbles to her feet, helped by other gladiators who are very careful not to touch any of her fresh bruises. She forgets where she is for a moment and tries to storm back into the ring, but halts when she understands the way the circle of the ring curves means she's outside of it now. A gladiator accidentally brushes his finger against a bruise on her arm. Gaelica throws all of her rage over being so effortlessly defeated into pummeling him. The other gladiators jump into what quickly becomes a free for all. Gaelica recovering her pride by throwing gladiators around with ease. The Lanista yells frustratedly as she runs over to try and break them all apart, brandishing a hatchet as she screams at the fighting crowd.
	I swallow nervously and look around. I'm all alone now. No one to stop Aurelia… no one to make sure she doesn't "do" anything… no one to hear my protests… 
	Day turns to night and I know why. I look down at the grass, retreating into a happy place in the back of my mind. Trying to ignore the titan in front of me whose chest heaves with the satisfaction of a great victory and heartily expecting what comes after. I don't even need to see Aurelia's face to know she's begun to smirk. 
	"Lamb… I'm glad to see you're up and about again," she teases. "I was worried I'd have to throw you over my shoulders and carry you home like some barbarian." Aurelia roars with laughter that shakes my bones. "Hand me that towel, will you?"
	I shut my eyes and thrust it into her hands. But my own hand is quickly enveloped on all sides by two well oiled, soft walls. Aurelia snickers and whispers.
	"Dry me off, will you?"
	I open my eyes. Aurelia bends down to make it easier for me. I bring my hands up in surrender, begging with my eyes for her to let me go. Aurelia sighs with a smile.
	"Still skittish are we? Worried… I might…" Aurelia lunges forward knocking me on my back, "break you?"
	All I can do is pretend to not know what she's talking about. Oil from Aurelia's neck drips onto my face, mixed with sweat. The bead is so thick and sticky.
	"There's a time and a place for it… so how about you be a good lamb…" 
	Aurelia leans back to her full, grand height. Toweling herself off as she stares down at me with a single open eye, coyly making my loins stir with her sultry gaze alone. I feel like a meal she is about to devour.
	"Be a good lamb, return to the pasture of my bed, and wait for your shepherd to come home." She says, "I still have afternoon practice."
	I get the wind knocked out of me from the towel she throws into my chest. It's heavy with oil and sweat. The moisture ruthlessly soaking my shirt like Aurelia is sucking on it in her mouth.
	"You can use that if you'd like. I won't judge." She chides as she walks off, laughing loudly.

	For some reason I don't know, I walk all the way back to Aurelia's house. Caught in a dazed stupor of confusion. I still feel hot. I still feel bothered. I still feel… small… to say the least. The grand columns of the front of Aurelia's home greet me. Bending down in arches to watch me struggle to open the heavy front door. But when I finally get it to move, the lock on the other end curtly cusses me out with a loud clang. I sigh and start to knock. Bella might still be out hashing things out with the wine merchant. I start to knock harder. She probably isn't even home. I take a step back and look around. The windows are all clearly made to suit Aurelia's height, that is to say they are too high up for me to reach. 
	But when I am just about to try to pull myself up the wall and through the window, Bella opens the door. I get down from the wall and almost trip over the oil puddle I had left in front of the door. I can see Bella's sympathetic stare in the reflection. I sheepishly squeeze past her into the house. The instant the door shuts I suddenly feel nothing but regret. 
	"Why did yo--" Bella begins to ask.
	I cut her off, "I don't know."
	She sighs and starts to use the towel Aurelia had given me to dab off the oil from my skin. Bella stops when she sees how I recoil from it, her eyes widening and setting it aside for some reason. She uses one of the many towels she was holding to wipe the oil off of me. 
	"Did she tell you to do anything when you got back?" Bella throws an oil soaked towel to the floor and starts up my arm with a fresh one. 
	"I… uh…" I stutter over my words, my feverish mind blocking out what is about to transpire when Aurelia comes home. "Uhhh… Aurelia told me to…" I swallow nervously. 
	Bella stops dabbing at my forehead with the fifth towel she has. 
	"She told you to wait in bed for her?"
	"How did you know?"
	Bella's legs press against each other as she feigns ignorance.
	"L-Lucky guess." Bella changes the subject, almost tripping over the pile of oily towels on the floor as she starts wiping down my back. "I changed the sheets just this morning because you two were sleeping tog---" she stops when she sees my horrified expression. "I'll… change them again tomorrow morning too then…"
	I walk into Aurelia's bedroom. Suddenly everything is even bigger than before, I crawl beneath the blanket to hide. The fatigue of the day's chaos hits me like a train. My mind refuses to think about what Aurelia is going to be like when she gets home, at least at first. Slowly but surely my brain begins to melt as it reviews all that has happened and guess at what will happen. I look up to see the two wrought iron bed posts above me, conveniently placed where Aurelia might hold as while she grinds savagely against me when she ri--
	My face turns red and I curl up tighter beneath the blankets. I look down at my pillow. Only to see an errant strand of Aurelia's golden hair, as shocking to the senses as a splay of blood on the white fabric. The pillow had always been a bit big for me but will be perfect for when Aurelia rests her head against it as she holds me in a tight bear hug while she takes me in miss--
I shut my eyes. Curling up tighter in the blanket as I roll away from that pillow. Forgetting Aurelia's is right next to it. My head falls on it. The full smell of her fills the air like I had landed on a trampoline covered in sand. I gasp from the overstimulation as my vision goes blurry and my skin feels fuzzy. Aurelia's sweet girly smell making my lungs burn. I feel my heart melt as it struggles to keep its feverish pace. I shiver as my brain plays out more and more lewd fantasies. Aurelia devouring me in kisses, biting at my neck. Aurelia pulling and pushing at me as she gets comfortable. Aurelia suffocating me with her chest. Aurelia locking her legs around me. Aurelia refusing to stop bucking her hips until she feels both my balls slapping against her and my cock head kissing her womb. 
	My degeneracy sweeps me off my feet as I start to hold Aurelia's pillow close. Digging my nose into it to savor the overwhelming grandeur of the feminine charms of what will be Aurelia's returning presence. She still has such extreme power over me even without her actual presence, the effervescent illusion of where she had been is enough to keep me under her spell. I love how I can just roll with it to my fullest enjoyment. I suddenly remember how tall Aurelia is. How heavy with might she is compared to me. I'd be the pillow... I hug her pillow tight and push that intimidating thought out of my mind. The pillow is the only thing anchoring me to this world as my dreaming takes me by the neck. 
	That fever dream of Aurelia keeps me trapped until I notice the orange of the setting sun outside. The sun is the only fire that burns brighter than the lust that is cooking me from the inside out. I come to my senses. I want to live. I quickly climb out of Aurelia's bed. I stumble to the door and pull. I freeze when it doesn't open. Something is holding it still on the other end.
	
I stop, refusing to look up. I shut my eyes and try to pull again, it must be some mistake, but it is no mistake. I let my gaze slowly climb up the side of the door like an ant. It recoils when it sees a familiar blue eye staring back at it. It falls back to the ground and that's where my stare stays as my cheeks turn pink. Aurelia breaks the tense silence with an eager taunt.
	"What were you doing with my pillow?"
	She throws open the door, catching me with a single arm as she sweeps me back onto the bed. I catch a peek at her smug hungry smile as I fly through the air. Aurelia's body is still hot from her afternoon training. Sweat dripping from her skin, soaking into her robes. Making them stick to her tall frame. 
	"If I were to peek at it…" Aurelia whispers, as she begins to lower her mouth to my ear, "would I find a little stain on it? Hmmm?" 
	I shiver as she bites on my ear lobe gently. Her hot, steamy breath condensating on my skin. 
	"A little… white stain… from certain... lamb of mine?"
	My body twists as I try to fight between the overwhelming bliss of Aurelia's attention and the blinding terror of my flight instinct. I gasp from total fear and arousal when Aurelia moves down to bite at my neck. She smiles at my little internal fight, only making it stronger when she presses a hand against my chest to pin me down. I try to pry it off but she just playfully starts to crush my sternum beneath her palm. I go into a frenzy, kicking at her with my legs as I see her teeth coming closer and closer. I never noticed how sharp her canines are. I feel my jugular pumping fearfully, just out in the open. All it would take is the smallest graze of the tip of her teeth to make it pop. Aurelia wouldn't even blink as the blood sprayed her. Aurelia lets her tongue slide around where her teeth will land like she's applying a numbing venom. But her hot saliva only makes the region more sensitive, the way it drips down the side of my neck in burning streaks only helps my confirmation bias that she is going to bite down to my bones.
	Aurelia's sadistic gaze washes over my face as usual, going down towards my neck but then stops. It sees something in the helpless, terrified pulsing of my vein. She brings a finger up to rest it on my bloodline. Its heavy touch almost makes the vein pop from the pressure building up behind her finger. The intimidating heat Aurelia gives off begins to cool. The smugness drains out of her eyes. They're now blue with… concern?
	She sighs and flips herself onto her back. I cover my neck and shrink away. Aurelia feigns a smile as she brings her hand up to my cheek. I see her frown when I dodge her palm. She looks down at her palm, worried for the first time in her life.
	"Did I scare you?"
	"A little…"
	Aurelia bites her lip from frustration. 
	"I didn't mean to," her eyes look up at me full of honesty. "I was just playing is all. I wasn't actually going to tear your neck open."
	"I-I…" Aurelia watches my choice of words very carefully. "I know…"
Aurelia sits up and smiles, softly pulling my head against her chest. Tapping at my hands that I still keep over my jugular with her finger. I can hear her slow, powerful heartbeat as she lets me rest my ear against her breast.
	"Then why were you so scared?" She asks.
	I look up Aurelia's titanic body. I love how warm she is. 
	"You're just kind of… you know…"
	Aurelia smirks, digging her finger underneath my palms to pry them off my neck.
	"Big?"
	I nod nervously. Aurelia chuckles as she caresses my cheek.
	"It's okay lamb… it's okay…" I melt under her touch, seeping into a drowning bliss. "If it's too much for you, we don't have to tonight." Aurelia sighs, "but I will take you," she pokes my nose playfully, "and I will bite your neck when I do so."
	I shiver at the thought. My hands go up to protect my neck by instinct. Aurelia smirks at my naivety. 
	"Lamb…" she leans in," you do know the other side has veins and arteries too, right?"
	My hands instantly clasp around both sides of my neck, a few inches higher and they'd be clasped over my ears. They'd be able to block out the vociferous giggling coming from Aurelia as she affectionately rubs my head. I blush furiously under her touch.
	"Would you like me to show you where?" Aurelia says softly, "I'll be gentle."
	I feel my face cool a little at the thought. 
	"Sure…" I mumble.
	Aurelia genially pulls my wrists down. She angles my head up towards her to get my veins to stick out the side of my neck. She has to put everything into suppressing a giggle when she sees me quiver ever so slightly when her finger touches a vein. My breath hitches as she begins to softly follow the vein upwards to the bottom of my jaw, she coos warmly as she follows it back down to my collarbone. 
	"That's a good lamb… good boy… here we go… you've got a good heart on you..." 
	I fall into her body as my own goes limp. Aurelia effortlessly supporting me with her strong frame. The fresh smell of her wet sweat from training still hanging in beads on her skin. Somehow hot on her skin but cold against my face. 
	"You seem to be enjoying this…" Aurelia mutters, "can I use my teeth? I promise I don't bite."
	She doesn't even wait for me to respond. Aurelia begins to dip her head down. Watching my cautious eyes stick to her face. She takes great pleasure in feeling my heart rate skyrocket under her finger. I shut my eyes when she finally lets her teeth thoughtfully bite down on my neck. It's best I don't see it. Aurelia gnaws and chews passionately as she uses her tongue to poke, prod, and lick at my veins. Her saliva is hotter than the blood that runs inside of them. Aurelia whispers between loving nibbles. 
	"You have such a strong bloodline here." She points it out by letting her canines poke into the comparatively fragile artery. "I love the way it pumps underneath my teeth." I wince as she bites harder. "It's good to know this is what will be mixing with mine." She speaks reassuringly to calm the terror she can see in my eyes. "Don't worry, I'm sticking to my word. I just want a taste of what is to come." Aurelia continues to nip at my neck until I'm putty in her arms, "and I must say… I like how you taste, lamb." She notices how her sweat has begun to stick to me. 
	Aurelia sighs and stands up. Leaving me still dazed and confused on the bed.
	"How about you join me for a bath?"
	I instantly come back down to earth. I hide underneath the blanket. Nervous at the thought, would there even be enough space in the tub for the two of us? Would she just watch me clean myself? Would I watch her?
	Aurelia snickers, "come now, lamb… there are no secrets between us…" She sits by my side, stroking my hair. "You've seen me covered only with a loincloth." I blush at the thought. "And me?" Aurelia snickers, "I would actually like to see more."
	My face turns red as Aurelia pulls me out, feeling me up as she sits me besides her.
	"What do you say, lamb?"
	"I-I-I can use it after you."
	"After me? Alright." Aurelia stands and begins to undo her robes with her back turned to me, throwing a smug stare over her shoulders. "But if you want to join me earlier…" she throws her robe on me, "you're more than welcome to."
	I sit nervously as Aurelia strips her undergarments off. I watch her undo her top. Her breasts fall free, allowing me to see their sides even from behind with how ample her chest is. She throws that onto me too. Aurelia lets her hips sway hypnotically side to side as she pulls her loincloth down. Her toned ass and thighs not letting me see her intimidates between her legs just yet. Not that I could even see past the loincloth she flings into my face the instant it's off. 
	Aurelia's laughter echoes through the house as she leaves for her bath. I hear Bella gasp as she watches Aurelia walk by in barbarian freedom. I stew beneath Aurelia's used training clothing. Each strand of fabric soaked in her scent after being up against her all day. The sweat makes her robes and undergarments heavy on top of me. Excruciatingly so. I suddenly feel something hot and wet on my forehead. I bring a shaky hand up to try to wipe it off like it's blood. It's a giant bead of Aurelia's sweat. It dodges every effort to get it off my skin. Just sitting and soaking deeper and deeper into my pores, penetrating mercilessly with its smell and feel. I stir uncomfortably as I begin to notice how her sweat is clinging to me more and more the longer I stay like this. But even when I find the strength to throw Aurelia's sweaty clothes off me I am still caked in a syrupy layer of what essentially amounts to her pheromones. I swoon and fall to my knees, looking at my arms that are shiny and slick with moisture. Everything smells like Aurelia. No matter what I do it doesn't stop. I try to shake Aurelia's sweat off my skin but it sticks with a strength that could only come from her. I shiver as I feel progressively stickier and stickier by the minute. Her sweat has formed a heavy layer over my skin to make me feel hot and bothered. I am drowning in Aurelia. 
	I might join her in the bath after all…

	I peek out into the hallway and hurriedly make my way to the bath. I have been covered in so much stuff today it's probably a good idea I tell myself. Yeah, I'll just hop in and hop out. 
	"BELLA!" I hear Aurelia yell angrily from the bath. 
	I trip over my feet as I instinctively seek cover behind a column. Bella rushes past, her arms are full of the towels she had used to wipe the oil off me but are now freshly laundered once more. I see her stop in front of the doorway. She swallows nervously and shudders at the thought of what is on the other side of the door. I sympathize with her, an angry Aurelia is something I hope to never see in my lifetime. 
	Morbid curiosity motivates me to peek in on the conversation. I see Aurelia relaxing beneath the water with only her head visible. The moonlight comes in through the window as Bella's shadow points away from the candles that look down on her. Her petite little shadow on the verge of breaking free of Bella to run out the door. Aurelia sips from a cup of wine before setting it down, looking up at Bella disappointedly. 
	"Do you remember what I said this morning? How you were a 'good, little servant girl?'"
	Bella nods, already knowing where this is going. 
	Aurelia sighs, "I can't help but think maybe I was wrong." Little waves dance across the black surface of Aurelia's bathwater, Bella takes a step back when a couple fall onto the floor. "It's been how many times that you've forgotten to restock the towels?"
	I see Bella hug the towels close to her chest.
	"I-I-It's b-been..."
	Aurelia rolls her eyes and drinks more of her wine, "it was a rhetorical question, sweetheart." She looks back at Bella who shivers under the pressure. "You didn't find my missing clothing either… did you?"
	"No, Miss Aurelia…" Bella sighs as she shrinks inwards out of shame. "I didn't."
	"So that's what, two strikes?" Bella nods fearfully. "Hmmm… then how about to redeem yourself you do a nice LITTLE favor for me."
	Bella sets the towels down on the cabinet. She puts her hands up as she starts to back away. 
	"No, Bella, dear…" Aurelia smirks as a hand rises out of the bath, Bella's eyes fixate on the hypnotic motions of the fingers on it. "Come here… it wasn't a suggestion… I'm not asking..."
	Bella approaches with caution, staying as far away from Aurelia as possible. Dancing around the puddles of water that came from Aurelia's statuesque body displacing it from the bath. There's just so much of her beneath that water. I see Bella's legs close together when Aurelia's hand grips the side of the bath. Aurelia's smug smirk does nothing to hide her malicious intent. With the way 	Aurelia's body is submerged under the water, Aurelia has to actually look up at Bella. Bella stirs from the uncomfortable angle, trying to keep her worried shivers under control.
	Out of "pure kindness," Aurelia obliges Bella with an angle she is more familiar with. Bella squeaks when she sees the water 	begin to overflow from Aurelia's huge physique rising out of the water. The eruption of rugged gladiatrix catches Bella's petiteness in its merciless shadow. She starts to step away but freezes when she makes the mistake of looking up. Each of Aurelia's breasts rise out of the water like Venus being born from the ocean. The water pooled on top of Aurelia's chest waterfalls around her nipples and down the crevice of her deep cleavage. The sheer abundance of her Venusian femininity keeps an endless amount of water above their curves to flow down. Bella's eyes desperately search for something else to look at as her jaw drops and her cheeks turn pink, foolishly landing on the top of Aurelia's abs poking up above the water. Bella's legs start to shake from the sheer size of this pillar of Hercules before her, perhaps wondering if Aurelia will smash her like Aurelia's little brother did that mountain with his superhuman but comparatively puny strength compared to his big sister. Bella starts to quiver when her brain settles on a frightening conclusion. It would only take a couple fingers for her to do the same. 
	"Wash my chest." 
	Bella looks at Aurelia's painfully voluptuous chest, then down at hers, and blushes profusely when she realizes the magnitude of the difference. Bella shuts her eyes and hugs herself. More water overflows as Aurelia laughs cruelly at Bella's red cheeks. 
	"Come on now… you want to be a good… LITTLE servant girl… don't you?" Aurelia teases. 
	Bella struggles to tear her stare away from Aurelia's voluptuous chest. Only doing so to take quick little breathes as she tries to keep her quivering nerves under control, like she'll be blinded if she stares too long. Bella dampens a towel and begins to slowly run it along the outer curve of one of Aurelia's breasts. Aurelia sighs seductively, making Bella's cheeks blush harder. 
	"Why did you forget the towels?" Aurelia asks.
	"I… Anon… umm… he came back… oily…"
	Her wrist is suddenly crushed by Aurelia's vindictive hand. Bella squeaks as her body almost goes limp. Aurelia talks with a stilted angry voice through gritted teeth. 
	"And you didn't give them to me?" Aurelia demands. "You cleaned them instead?"
	Bella whimpers as she nods slowly. Aurelia huffs angrily, growing in size as her temper grows hotter. But eventually she cools when she remembers how she might not be able to see Bella beneath her if that happens. She settles for plucking the towel out of Bella's hand and setting it on the far edge of the tub.
	"I want you to use your hands now." Aurelia taunts, "there's quite a bit to work with, but I'm sure if you use both hands you can get the job done."
	The first thing Bella does is pervertedly place both of her palms underneath Aurelia's chest. Bella's body moves faster than her brain which would have told her that is the last thing she should do. Her hips start to shake when she has to use a surprising amount of effort to lift them up.
	"Heavy, aren't they?"
	Bella blushes and hides her embarrassment in grabbing some soap. Aurelia snickers loudly.
	"You know… sometimes I think they're too big… why if I were to press your face against my abs I wouldn't even be able to see you down there." I see Bella bite her lower lip. "I bet you'd like that… wouldn't you?"
	Aurelia takes a long deep breath to make her chest swell outwards. Bella whimpers as it comes closer to her face. 
	"What's wrong sweetheart? Not used to seeing so much chest? I mean it's not exactly like you can see much when you look down. Too small."
	Bella looks down at her chest quickly which makes Aurelia laugh. Bella continues washing Aurelia's chest. Propelled by some morbid fascination of how supple Aurelia's breasts are, how her hands sink into the orbs of titflesh, and how impossibly voluptuous they are. Bella begins to lose focus as she forgets about washing and falls into a lucid state of feeling up Aurelia's chest, playing with the softness before her. Aurelia smirks as her tiny hand is enveloped entirely by Aurelia's monstrous cleavage. Bella curiously pumps her hand a few times, tit fucking Aurelia with it. That was her undoing. 
	With one mighty groan, Aurelia suddenly pulls Bella into the water with her, robes and all. Forcing Bella's head under the surface and in between her legs. Bella's dainty body is no match for Aurelia's preternaturally athletic one. But that doesn't stop her from madly flailing. Bella beats her hand against Aurelia's iron sides in a desperate plea to let her go. Aurelia moans with delight and pushes her deeper under the water until Bella understands. Aurelia breathes a sigh of relief once Bella does, smiling with satisfaction when Bella stops kicking and fighting too. She lets Bella up for a breath of air, Bella unintentionally braces herself against Aurelia's abs. Suddenly recoiling when she feels their incredible hardness, she pulls her palms away like they had been burnt. Aurelia gently puts Bella's hands back against her abs before forcing her back under the water.
	"Use your tongue."
	The threat of internal cranial bleeding is a very real threat from the force of Aurelia's thighs around Bella's head. But Aurelia by comparison reviles in the feeling of Bella's struggling gasps, she relaxes by taking a sip of wine as she leans back to enjoy the moment. Her abs flex powerfully as she sadistically rides each rising pang of pleasure coming from between her legs to the fullest. Letting Bella up for air occasionally but at least continually offering playful encouragement.
	"That's it… that's a good girl… right there… that's it…"
	Aurelia closes her eyes like she's enjoying a good massage. Bella surfaces and gasps for air, panting quickly to savor the novelty of being above water before being forced back beneath. Eventually I can't see Bella's body at all, her entire petite frame is hidden by the water of the bath while Aurelia is flush with life. Practically glowing from the simple ecstasy of being able to let loose some of her vigorous pent up energy. The distracting pressure in her loins finally has a place to go after a long day of training. She holds Bella down so casually. It's like she's playing with a bath toy.
	I watch as Aurelia begins to heave with lust. Pleased her little servant girl is so good with her tongue. But then my stomach drops when I realize this was just the beginning of her climax, she still wants far more than just this, so far only getting off to the novel perversion of forcing Bella to eat her out in the bath. Getting off to the power she must feel. Aurelia holds the sides of the tub, a dreamy look on her face. This is just her relaxing. Aurelia begins to let breathy moans and groans explode from her mouth. The bottles of soaps begin to shiver from fear at what is coming. She begins to grit her teeth as she holds Bella down for longer and longer. The waves begin to roll over the sides of the tub as Aurelia starts to slowly gyrate her hips, such simple movements made brutally powerful by Aurelia's lewd hunger. Desperate for something to ru and she will use Bella's face if need be.
	The water really begins to shake as Aurelia grabs the fringes of her mounting orgasm by the neck. Savoring the way it tries to get away from her. But she will not be denied. It is hers now. Aurelia's powerful physique begins to move in ways I didn't know possible, every muscle flexing in pursuit of her selfish pleasure. It's a little terrifying to see such raw strength being used to satisfy such animalistic lust. Aurelia props her elbow up on the edge of the tub, it's shivering from trying to remain calm. Can't break her toy, then where would she be? But damn if the prospect of just going wild isn't sweet, she can afford another servant. Her whole body begins to tense up, displacing enough water to raise the level in the tub ever so slightly. Making the waves from her lewd episode froth. Aurelia begins to buck her hips, smirking smugly when she feels Bella try to escape out of an existential fear of true bodily harm. She lets her above the water.
	"Shhh… it'll all be over soon… just a little longer…" she lies… "just keep your mouth open…"
	She viciously shoves her back under the water. Aurelia beams as she holds the tub tight. Her savage libido finally being let loose and thanks to her inhuman stamina, it will rampage for a while. Razing more hell than a Legion through a barbarian nation. I almost want to step in to save Bella from the long night ahead of her but decide not to. I don't want to be near Aurelia when she finally…
	But then something in Aurelia's eyes changes, like she remembers there is company in the house. She rolls her eyes as she silently debates. She wouldn't want to scare her little lamb, Aurelia sighs disappointedly, and lambs are scared by thunder and earthquakes. She forces herself down from the tantalizing prospect of a night of sweet, sweet release, looking back at and wishing she could still climb Mt. Olympus tonight. It's the mental equivalent of the frustration you feel when running a mile on your knees. 
Aurelia settles for the edging bolts of pleasure as she lets her libido cool. I think it had actually worked against her. Because she only looks more sexually frustrated than ever. Aurelia rolls her eyes as she returns to sipping from her wine, bored again. I feel goosebumps when I see the way her perfect physique looks in the dim candle light, her skin silky and smooth but dotted with alluring scars. She doesn't after the afterglow of orgasm but she does have the burning passion of lust still building within her. I shiver as I do wonder… can she ever get the release she desires? Is there anyone who can match her or at the very least survive? I think back to the arena and her countless trophies. No… I don't think there is. She lets Bella go who surfaces above the water like she was drowning, because she kind of was. Bella hugs the side of the tub as she shakes, grateful to be alive. Her wet robes stick to her meek body. I see her foolishly start to climb out of the tub.
	"Hold on…" Aurelia calls mischievously as she reaches to grab the back of Bella's robe, "did you ask if you could leave?"
	All I hear is Bella squeak weakly when she hears the equivalent of a sea monster rising from the depths when Aurelia stands up behind her. Her eyes grow big with a thousand yard stare as she tries to pretend she doesn't hear or see the water splashing past her as Aurelia comes closer. 
	"That's not very nice… now is it?" 
	Bella takes a deep breath like it's her last when she feels Aurelia begin to lean over her. Threatening to crush Bella as she presses her abs against Bella's back. The back of Bella's head gets a very nice and generous pair of pillows that keep her head in place with their immense weight. Aurelia laughs as Bella shakes beneath her. Trapped. 
	"Miss Aurelia! Please let me go! I'm sorry!"
	Aurelia tsks her smugly, "but I still had something I wanted to give you… and it's not very nice to refuse gifts…"
	Her free hand goes low between Bella's legs, but not before feeling over Bella's meager ass. Aurelia snickers when she hears Bella squeal from her strong hand squeezing her hip bones. Not a lot between the two to be honest. 
	"Y-You don't need to do this, I'm okay!"
	Aurelia ignores the petite girl's pleads as she begins to slowly massage the outer folds of Bella's parts. Bella quivers from side to side as she starts to pant. The way the forced arousal mixes with her fear makes everything murky. Bella's hips are lifted partially into the air as Aurelia raises her hand up, stroking at Bella's ass cheeks with her thumb.
	"Shhh… shhh… you'll enjoy this…"
	Bella's lungs explode with an unintentional high pitched moan, her face turns pink as she tries to suppress it. She'd bring her hands up to cover her mouth if she could but they're pinned beneath her body by Aurelia looming behind her. Aurelia coaxes another moan out of Bella. She slides her finger in deeper to the first knuckle.
	"On a hair trigger today are we?"
	I shrink behind the door as Aurelia penetrates Bella deeper with her finger. Making sure to feel every little bit of her inside with her finger and only then going deeper with it. Much to Bella's dismay as it only prolongs her sensual agony. Bella's hips shiver as she tries to receive Aurelia's finger without losing it entirely, there is still some part of her that is trying to hold out. Maybe out of self preservation? Aurelia coos softly to calm Bella's heaving groans of panicked pleasure. Her finger slides in the knuckle and she chuckles softly. 
	"See? That wasn't so hard?"
	Bella frantically nods as if that will get Aurelia to back off, it does but only partially, Aurelia slowly pulls her finger out. She smiles when she sees the stickiness that makes it glisten in the candlelight. It comes out entirely, one strand of Bella's arousal stretching out before breaking to fall into the water beneath her pussy. Bella breathes a sigh of relief. But quickly inhales it when she feels something enter her again, actually, make that some things.
	I watch as Aurelia ruthlessly forces two of her fingers into Bella's snatch. Bella pants wildly as Aurelia begins to pump them in and out with little care for Bella's insides. Abusing them is her goal. Aurelia leans down to gently blow on Bella's ears, cooling their feverish red tips with her chilly breath. Making Bella swoon and wiggle abou beneath her. Aurelia ramps up her assault by nibbling on the ear tips. Pinning them between two teeth and whispering lewd thoughts into Bella's ears, too quiet for me to hear but they are enough to make Bella's face turn red. Bella pants as she shivers wildly from throes of electric pleasure. Aurelia looks almost disinterested like she's playing with a toy yet morbidly entertained by the petite shaking thing wrapped around her fingers. She smiles smugly as the poor little servant girl begins to hump the side of the tub, begging for sweet, sweet release. 
	The overstimulation is too much as Aurelia continues to ravage Bella. The unbridled animalistic fervor of Aurelia's assault is a little too much to look at. My own cheeks turn pink at the sight of such a tall, toned gladiator sexually bullying a small, helpless servant girl. There's nothing Bella can do but ride it out. Aurelia's hips are so wide by comparison that I can see the seductive flare and curve they have leading down to Aurelia's own intimate parts. I turn away but get distracted by one of Bella's cute groans of ecstasy. I knock a nearby vase to the ground with my elbow. It falls to the floor. 
	"Lamb… I know you're out there…" I shut my eyes, pretending not to be here. "Come in… don't be scared…"
	I let my red face round the corner. Aurelia smiles like there's nothing happening at all beneath her. Bella pants, gritting her teeth as she looks at me, begging for me to stop Aurelia. I swallow nervously and some part of Bella gives up. She becomes limp as her entire body moves back and forth around Aurelia's fingers. 
	"How long were you watching?"
	I turn away from embarrassment. Aurelia clicks her tongue playfully to make me look back.
	"It's alright… how about you come closer to the side of the tub…"
	The contrast between Aurelia's calm, playful demeanor and the savagely lascivious chaos happening beneath her is frightening.  
	"What's wrong, lamb?" Aurelia tilts her head to the side, enjoying the novelty of feigning ignorance, she makes Bella groan from orgasm denial for good measure. "Did you get lonely?"
	"N-No… I… uhhh…" 
	I can feel Bella's panting breath this close to the action. Aurelia smirks and takes note of my body language. She effortlessly lifts Bella up, still not removing her fingers from Bella's bruised folds. Bella hugs Aurelia's breasts, panting into the crook of her neck as Aurelia holds her against herself. Taunting me with that smug, superior smile. Bella struggles to wrap her legs around Aurelia's statuesque body. Bella's hips simply aren't wide enough. Aurelia keeps her up above the water like she has saved her from drowning, keeping her up with the simple arousing force of her fingers inside of Bella. 
	Bella begs Aurelia to let her climax, stumbling over her words in a gibberish of high pitched pleads and moans. Aurelia masterfully keeps her on edge as she turns her attention to other matters. Aurelia beckons for me to come closer with her hand. 
	"There's plenty of room, lamb. Come bathe with me…" her eyes look up with their piercing, sultry stare, "that was your goal, wasn't it?"
	I nod slowly as Aurelia forces a lustful scream from Bella's lungs, a frightening amount of her arousal squirts out from around her folds to splash into the water. Aurelia is just dangling Bella over the edge of her climax now. Aurelia smirks when I take a step back. She stares almost vindictively, the days of building frustration culminating in a stare that coldly says, "I am going to do the same to you."
	Aurelia whispers to Bella, "what's wrong, sweetheart?"
	Bella can only pant in response, her tongue lolling out as she begs Aurelia with her eyes.
	"You have to use your words, sweetheart…" 
	Aurelia grinds her knuckles against Bella's clit, hard. Bella groans some mashed together, nonsense plea.
	"That's a good start, now tell me what you want so I can give Anon his well deserved turn in the bath with me."
	"P-Please…"
	"Please, what?"
	Bella spasms into a tight little ball as the wet squelching of Aurelia's finger play echoes off the tile around us. There's only so much more Bella can take before she is lobotomized from the shocking pleasure.
	"Let… let… let me…"
	"Let you, what?" Aurelia laughs, she brings her other hand up to fix an errant strand of wet hair on Bella's forehead.
	"Cum… let me cum…"
	I see Bella fall limp as a thunderous orgasm rips through her. Every part of her body seizes and releases in cycles that last milliseconds. Even her womb gets into it as Bella goes silent, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Aurelia smiles, full of satisfaction at what she has done to Bella. Violent squirts of Bella's cum squelch out around Aurelia's fingers as Bella spasms madly. When the earthquake of her orgasm finally ceases, leaving her with awkward over sensitive aftershocks, Aurelia drops her into the water. From the look in Bella's eyes, she is still somewhere else. 
	"Help her out of the tub, will you lamb?"
	I take Bella's weak hands into mine and help her out of the tub. Bella stares at the floor weakly as she stumbles off awkwardly. Aurelia sighs happily and sucks the product of her labors off her two fingers, savoring the taste and sight of Bella being so harshly used. She viciously whips a towel into Bella's back to knock her to the floor.
	"Dry off before you leave, I don't want you tracking water on the floor." Bella nods meekly, "oh, and one more thing, bring some more towels."
	The door shuts behind Bella, leaving Aurelia and me all alone. Aurelia spreads her arm out, showing me the vast expanse of dark bathwater in the tub.
	"Climb in, lamb."
	I sheepishly dip into the water. Staring off into space, trying to ignore the blonde titan next to me as Bella did. The water splashes loudly from even the smallest movement Aurelia makes. 
	"Good boy…"
	She spreads her legs so I'm sitting between them. I can feel the water moving from her massive thighs shifting about. Aurelia looms over behind me. 
	"Now… is this what you wanted?"
	I see her hand ease into view. Her fingers dance on the surface of the water to make it ripple before they dip beneath. 
	"Or was it something more?"
	I grab her wrist to stop it as my face turns red. Aurelia scoffs smugly as she leans back, letting me have my space.
	"You didn't really expect I wouldn't try something like that, did you?"
	Aurelia can see my face in the water. I look anywhere but back at her.
	"Such a nervous little lamb… come now… you've seen me almost in the nude, how is this any different? How about you turn around so I can see that handsome face of yours?"
	I shake my head no. She chides me with quiet clicks of her tongue. I hear her get the towel off the side of the tub and fill it with soap. She holds it against my chest gently. 
	"Will you at least let me wash you? You've had a long day… it's the least I can do."
	Aurelia's touch is surprisingly affectionate. She asks if she can feel any part of my body at first. But that kindness quickly turns into her satisfying her selfish lust as she starts to grope and feel me up. I can't dodge her hand from where I sit. She's all around me and she knows it. I blush as I realize I had fallen into her trap. Aurelia laughs when I jump from her grabbing my crotch.
	"What's wrong? You enjoyed this hand just earlier today."
	She sighs and drops the towel into my hand. 
	"Fine, then at least wash me, finish what Bella couldn't."
	I sheepishly turn to Aurelia's magnificent body. Her athletic muscles are a wonder to run the towel over. So rocky and strong. Truly like a Roman statue, an icon to be appreciated. I stop when I see a thick pulsating vein running down her forearm. But unlike a statue, she is very much alive… with her own "needs." Aurelia teases me with a whisper.
	"A strong bloodline, yes?" She playfully pokes my neck with a finger, "much stronger than yours."
	I push my hand down on the towel a little too hard, sending a big clot of suds into the air to land on the floor. The white is blinding on top of the dark tile. Aurelia coos happily.
	"Got a little excited there, did we?" She plucks the towel out of my hand. "But it's a good thing you've finally finished," she says.
	Aurelia holds me close as we relax in the hot, steaming water. The luxurious grandeur of the bath is nothing but a pleasure. I've never been in a true Roman bath and most are communal. Not as private as this, not as intimate as this. Aurelia sighs, I feel her chest expand around my head. Her nipples rise and fall in tune with her breathing. I get the strangest desire to take one in my mouth to see what it'd be like if I did, but I don't want to learn how tsunamis are made. 
	"Do you like this, lamb? Because I do." Aurelia strokes the bridge of my nose happily.
	"I do…" I admit.
	"Good…" 
	She angles my head up so my cheeks are padded by her cleavage. Forcing my midsection against her washboard like one.
	"Because when you impregnate me, you'll be in this position for some time."
	My face turns red as I feel her push the outer folds of her privates against the awkward hard on of mine. 
	"But don't worry, when the ti--"
	The door opens and Aurelia huffs angrily as she turns me back around. But then she gets a mischievous idea. She begins to pump a fist up and down right above my crotch but not grabbing me in it. Making the water ripple madly as she does. Bella walks in and blushes at the sight. I turn away from embarrassment too. She walks over to the rack to place the fresh towels on it, averting her gaze but still sneaking peeks at us. Bella yelps when she sees the stain of white on the floor. 
	Aurelia whistles, "yeah, be careful, Anon here is a shooter when he gets excited. It's a wonder I can even keep up."
	Bella's face turns bright red and she sprints out of the bathroom as Aurelia laughs at her back. I feel her breasts beat the back of my head like heavy pillows as her chest heaves from laughter. Aurelia grabs a towel and offers it to me. 
	"How about we retire from the bath and go to sleep now? Would you like that?"