The Time Riders: Part 10

Egyptian Acheology, In Real Time.

Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that
she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't
come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her.

"Silly," she giggled, still
smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is
scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the
personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess."

Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the
linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She
looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt
to cover her nudity.

"You're a slave," she remarked, noting his
attire. "What compelled you to hide in my room?"

What was the point in lying?

"I was hoping to fuck a Vestal," he
confessed, shrugging and turning his palms to her in a gesture of honesty.
"That's the simple truth."

She raised an eyebrow. "That's brazen of you. You
know we're all virgins on purpose, right? We took a sacred vow."

Mark shrugged again. "Everyone has needs and urges,
even sacred virgins."

Aemelia giggled. "I suppose that's true. But why
would; excuse me, I don't know your name, slave."

"Bonosus."

"Well, then, Bonosus," she intoned, setting
her arm on the edge of the basin and then resting her head against two fingers
while she observed him, more than a little intrigued. "What makes you
think a sacred virgin of mighty Rome would want to fuck a slave, if she were
indeed subject to such base desires as you describe?"

"Well, you wouldn't need to take a vow if you
weren't subject to them, would you?" he reasoned. "And as to
why;”

He slowly slipped off his ragged tunic, leaving him naked.
Aemelia's eyes widened slightly as his cock came into view.

"Woof," she muttered to herself as she
fixated on his limp cock. "Your father, is he Bacchus, or a satyr?
Because only a god or a creature of sin should be lavished with a prong like
that."

"Interested?" he asked, smirking back at
her. "Because if you're not, maybe Marcia or Licinia would be willing
to make use of me if you're not’

"Hold on, now," the blonde interrupted in a
quiet but calm voice, holding up her hand. "I didn't say that. All I
asked was what you had to offer that a sacred virgin would be willing to
compromise her vows for. And that thing makes up for a lot of sacred vows;”

She rose slowly, the water cascading down her body. Not
surprisingly, as a sacred virgin, her cunt was unshaved, but her wet hairs were
rather light and sparse, the same color as her honey hair.

"Um, you're eighteen, right?" Mark asked,
wondering for a moment.

Aemelia gave him a wry look, her hands moving up to her
tits. "I am. A little more, in fact. Is that a problem? Am I too old
for you to want to fuck me?"

"No, I'm perfectly okay with you being eighteen,"
he assured her. "Kinda counting on it, in fact."

"Well, that is good to hear," she said,
allowing her hands to fall away from her tits and exposing herself again. She
seemed strangely shameless, which was no doubt quite a trick to hide in these
environs. "It'd be one thing for me to reject you, but it would be
unthinkable for me to be rejected by a mere slave. And if you were indeed
intent on someone younger, I would have to summon Lucia or Domi’

"Nope, I'm intent on you, if you're willing,"
Mark said firmly, smiling as she watched his cock swelling slowly. He wasn't
getting hard, but he was getting aroused, and it had the desired effect on his
potential partner. Aemelia bit her lip as she watched his cock grow.

"Normally, I just pleasure myself in the bathing
basin, since it is easy to hide," she said as she stepped out of the
water and walked over toward the linens he was standing in front of, drawing
close to him and smiling rather saucily. "But to be fucked in the
bathing basin would create too much noise, I fear. No, base slave, if you
intend to have your way with me, it must be quick and dirty, and allow me to
conceal any evidence after. You do not want to know what happens to a sacred
virgin who has broken her vows of chastity."

"I can only imagine," Mark said as he took
one of the linens hanging on a peg and knelt down on one knee, beginning to dry
her off. She seemed amused by his attentiveness, and put one foot on his thigh,
allowing him to continue. "So, what, I should probably fuck you
somewhere in here, since it's farthest from the door and least chance to be
heard, right?"

Aemelia nodded and pointed at the bed. "But you
cannot have me on my bed either, slave, as there will be evidence of my
activities. No, I fear you will simply have to push me up against a wall and
fuck me, like a common whore."

"Probably all we have time for," he pointed
out, leering as he stood, towering over her and pulling her body to his and
beginning to fondle her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he groped her tit
and ran his other hand down her back to caress her ass.

"Uh, my first man," she whispered, not at
all flinching from his touch. If anything, she parted her legs slightly, which
she reached down to stroke his hardening cock with one hand. "Not only
breaking my vows to my goddess, but the sheer indignity of losing my chastity
to a lowly slave;”

He could tell she was getting really turned on. His hand
found her cunt and he slipped two fingers inside, making Aemelia moan. She was
already very wet, and he couldn't find a hymen, so he would have no problem
fucking her.

"You are feeling around; for my chastity,"
she breathed, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him while he fingered
her. "It was broken many years ago, while I was riding atop of a horse
to a ceremony. It was determined to be an accident, and not a symbol of the
goddess' disfavor, so I was permitted to continue serving her. Now, my chaste
cunt will serve you, slave. You may fuck me. But first;”

She pulled away from him and went over to the far wall, then
took hold of a small wooden peg and tapped on the wall three times in a certain
rhythm, then three more. She put the peg down and then walked back to him, her
eyes glinting with excitement.

"You may fuck me against the wall right there,
slave;” she whispered breathily, clearly getting eager. She stopped in front
of him and waited for something. Then he heard three faint taps in a certain
rhythm, which seemed to come from the wall she'd just tapped on. Without any
further hesitation, she led him over to the wall she'd indicated and bent
forward, exposing her ass to him while steadying herself against the wall.

Mark didn't wait, but simply placed his hands on her ass
cheeks while standing behind her. He teased his hard cock against her wet twat
before sliding the head inside. He felt her stiffen, her back arching, and then
she was murmuring to herself.

"I am disgraced; I am disgraced;”

Mark smiled evilly and pushed deep inside her with one long,
slow stroke. Aemelia shuddered and choked, fighting the urge to cry out as he
violated her. She hissed as he bottomed out in her, pushing back on her hands
to take him in further. She was silent now, just trembling as she felt his cock
pinning her to him. Mark then began to stroke back and forth slowly, letting
her adjust to the sensation. She was indeed tight, and he was inclined to
believe her claim that she was still a virgin, even if she had no hymen.

"Bonosus;” she said in a quiet voice somewhere
between a gasp and a whisper. She pushed back against him again, starting to
grind her ass in circles, reveling in the sensation of a man deep inside her,
committing such an extreme blasphemy against Mother Rome.

The two were thinking the same thing: Fuck Mother Rome.

Mark started moving faster, knowing they didn't have a lot
of time. His hips began smacking against her ass, and he watched as his cock
glistened, sliding back and forth in her slippery cunt.

"Uh, less noise, less noise!" she rasped,
waving almost frantically with one hand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do
you want us to both be executed?"

Mark kept pumping back and forth strongly, but refrained
from slamming against her. He was still more than deep enough to send her into
convulsions, though, and the priestess hissed lustily, looking back at him with
glazed hazel eyes.

"Make me cum," she panted, working herself
against him rather inexpertly, but with amazing enthusiasm. "Disgrace
my body, my temple, with your cum, slave!"

Mark moved faster, and felt her cunt rippling and
contracting around him greedily, indicating she was not far off from orgasm.
His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her and she bit her knuckle
and keened. Covered in sweat, her arm flashed out to the side, pointing at t