The Centurion and the Persian Princess

A tribute to Léa Fernanda and her breathtaking beauty, who made me her eternal slave and master at the same time! The beautiful Persian dancer paraded her half-naked body in front of the chief centurion of the Praetorian Guard, displaying all her sensual gifts to his eyes. Antony, the head of the guard, remained impassive, even though his intimate parts denounced the contrary. That body of exuberant form and sinuous curves enhanced by generosity in certain areas, was the closest to the concept of divine beauty that he had learned in the short time he had attended the Academy. Her name was Lea, ... daughter of a Greek merchant and a Persian noble who had been brought to Rome accompanying an entourage of nobles who had been imprisoned during an incursion of the Roman army into the boundaries of the neutral zone established years earlier between the two kingdoms, after a bloody battle in which the Persian infantry was practically decimated. The phalanx commander <unk> responsible for the attack <unk> ordered that the nobles be made prisoners, as they would have broken the established exclusion zone, and brought to Rome for the Emperor and the Senate to decide what fate would be relegated to them. After entering Roman territory, General Cassius had handed the prisoners over to the care of the Praetorian Guard, represented by the regiment commanded by Antony, a centurion who after numerous battles in the wars had risen to become a member of the Praetorian Guard, an elite force whose prominence with the Emperor was something worthy of note, since its influence with power was something whose breadth had already been the subject of discussion with the Senate. And in doing so, Cassius told him the name of the woman saying that she needed to be treated with special attention, since her mother was an influential noble and would soon come to rescue her. Antony nodded his head, demonstrating that he had understood the general's message. As soon as he received from Cassius the responsibility for the control of the prisoners, Antony ordered his lieutenant to send them to the southern wing of the palace and not to the dungeons, since they were noble people who could not be equal to the other slaves who were taken directly to the catacombs of the Colosseum. And it was at that moment that his eyes realized the beauty of that insinuating young woman with almond eyes whose blackness gleamed in the late afternoon sunlight in Rome. Her black and smooth hair was short, topped by a bronze tiara adorned with small precious stones, whose brilliance made the young woman's face even more real. There was no doubt that the beauty of that woman had captured the heart and body of the centurion who even wishing to resist did not feel able to do so, as that whirlwind of desire and excitement had taken over his being of assault as never before. And all this was highlighted by the meeting of eyes that occurred before the entourage moved to the south wing. Antony felt something pulsating within him, while his whole body experienced a sweet spasm of excitement, with the skin cracking completely. Those black, insinuating eyes seemed to have explored the entire interior of the warrior who simply stood without action, taken over by the look of its deep and implicit meaning. And he lost himself in that gaze until he lost sight of them as they entered the gates that led to the wing of the palace where they would be confined until the upper decision. Antony had a sudden urge to go beyond the gates wanting to lose himself in that gaze full of promise and desire, but he knew his assignments and commitments and as soon as the gates were closed he returned to his reality, accompanying his companions to the quarters intended for the guards, where meals and wine awaited them. It was late, and the night was advancing inexorably towards another cold dawn without the brilliance of the stars. Glaucus, Antony's ordinance helped him to strip off his battle armor. Chest, shoulder pads, loincloths and other accessories were removed with due care. Bringing only his undercoat, Antony joined the other members of his command staff to enjoy good food and wine from the region of Normandy. The diners were more relaxed than usual, as they felt that their superior was also. It was just another night on the Acropolis, and ... more. But something was bothering Antony, something he didn't quite know what it was. But it was Glaucus' comment about the prisoners that brought to the Centurion's mind the real reason for his upset. The lieutenant said that all the captives were properly accommodated in the south wing of the palace, and that the only unusual request was from a woman who requested a bathtub to bathe in. Glaucus told her that it was very cold and that there was no hot water available for prisoners, but still this woman insisted that she needed to bathe. When the centurion asked him who the woman was, Glaucus replied that he did not know her name, only that she was beautiful and was half naked (!). Antony immediately knew who she was. He asked his lieutenant if he had complied with the prisoner's request, which he dismissed negatively, since she was a wretched prisoner and most likely a future slave, comments that made everyone at the table laugh out loud. But the centurion's blow on the table was loud enough to make them all mute at once. His eyes flashed as they did when he saw himself in the heat of battle, and his men knew well that this was no good. Antony got up from the table and walked to the place where Cassius was, bending over and staring at him hard. - It seems to me that you have acquired the bad habit of making wrong and inconsequential decisions, Glaucus, ... now, you go there and provide everything the woman asked for, ... including hot water, ... do you understand, legionnaire? - The voice of the centurion was grave and the bell was loud for all to hear, including Glaucus who got up from the table half-tired running without knowing exactly where. Antony returned to his seat and continued with his meal. The rest of the dinner passed in silence, as everyone at the table knew that the authority of their leader could never be questioned. When everyone had finished, Antony went outside, for he needed to breathe some fresh air. He knew very well that he had been too hard on his lieutenant and that even the fact itself was not serious enough for a public reprimand. The centurion had learned that the best way to deal with his subordinates was to be hard when necessary and always firm, but without excesses. But in his heart he knew that this woman had awakened feelings that had long been buried in him. An unhappy marriage, a woman whose only feeling was possession and power, a necessary estrangement and finally an arranged separation summed up very well Antony's love life that was never the same again, preferring the fury of the battlefield, the taste of blood and the putrid smell of death instead of the soft arms and the warm lips of a woman. A strong, cold breeze blew making the centurion's skin shiver and an unusual feeling filled his soul, ... he needed to see Léa, ... he needed that look yet again. Quickly, he went back inside, put on his leather sandals and left the lodging. As he walked, Antony was unable to understand the reason for that thoughtless attitude, ... he would never act this way in all his life, ... after all, he had always been a soldier, ... a good soldier. And even thinking like that, he hurried his step towards the south wing of the palace, ... he needed to see Léa! As he approached the gates of the wing that had been transformed into a rehabilitation center for wounded soldiers and, at the same time, into a place for sorting out slaves and prisoners, Antony paused, pondering that the best thing to do would be to step back and return to his quarters and continue his life as usual. It was what his mind wanted, but not what his desire ordered. His body trembled and he felt an enormous desire to be near Leah, ... it was just what he wanted at that moment, ... and nothing more! With this indecision swirling around his mind, Antony remained where he was static and not knowing what to do. But it was Glaucus' voice that brought him back to reality. His assistant was there, right in front of him, saying something that he took a long time to grasp. - My commander, your order has been carried out <unk> the words spoken by Glaucus were sound and spoken with due respect and solemnity. Antony turned his gaze to the legionnaire and nodded his head signalling that he had understood the information. The question sounded hesitant coming from a man accustomed to command and giving orders, but he well knew that he could not reveal his feelings to anyone because it could compromise his ability to lead the century. Glauco did not answer. Instead he pointed to the gates, allowing his commander to go there and see for himself. Antony looked at him as impersonally as possible, resuming his walk toward the entrance to the area designated for confining prisoners. As he entered, another legionnaire greeted him with the typical military salute, and then looked in the direction of a small makeshift building, where huge cloth curtains protected his entrance and from where the faint lights coming from an oil lamp could be glimpsed, forming luxurious figures that danced to the taste of waves coming from the cold breeze that still blew inside the palace. Antony fixed his eyes on the sinuous images that were dancing in the wind, but could not visualize anything perceptible to his mind. He glanced sideways at the soldier of readiness who indicated the place to him, and with the firm footsteps of a resolute commander, he walked in the direction of the sheltered eddy. And as he advanced the silhouettes became more perceptible, merging with each other, denouncing that there was only one person there. Trying to keep a dignified and respectful distance, the centurion looked at the sudden curtains, barely noticing the silhouette of a woman bathing herself with the help of another, who, carefully, made a bucket of water gush over the naked body of the one who enjoyed the delusions of the water over her completely naked body. - I hope everything is to your satisfaction, ... - the phrase sounded trite, but it was the only one that occurred to the soldier whose roughness forged on the battlefield prevented him from more elaborate pronunciations. The woman who was bathing raised one of her hands indicating that her assistant should stop the flow of water, while she looked over her shoulder identifying where the words had come from. This simple movement was enough to cause a shiver to run through Antony's spine who felt a sudden loss of movement, as if he had been hypnotized by that gesture. "I believe it is you I should thank for this bath?" "What is your name, centurion?" the words sounded sweet and melodious, causing an immediate impact on the body and soul of the warrior who found himself deprived of his voice, for it seemed that not only the words but also the ability to pronounce them had been momentarily stolen from him. - My name is Antony, ... - Before he could continue, the centurion was surprised by the gesture of the woman's companion who pulled one of the sides of the curtain suddenly, bringing to his perplexed eyes the vision of paradise! Leah was naked and with her back to him. Her feet were dipped in a huge copper basin and a few drops of water still rolled by her voluptuous and insinuating forms. "How beautiful she was!" thought the soldier who was still speechless, but whose face wished to have looked at her in his arms, kissing her and caressing her body conceived by the gods. The young Persian, realizing that her interlocutor was completely ecstatic with what she saw, turned her body allowing him to taste even more of her exuberant, naked and wet forms. Antony scrutinized those forms with a greedy and uncontrolled look, ... Leah was as beautiful, exciting and enigmatic as every flower of the east. The cunning warrior felt his whole body tremble with the desire to possess her right there, without ceremony and without worrying about the risk that this could mean for the tenuous diplomatic relations between Rome and Persia. Therefore, even for the always necessary and present self-control, Antony kept himself where he was controlling his impulse, even though his hard penis was so hard that it hurt. Leah's aunt approached her, covering her with a white linen cloak as she helped the princess and withdrew from the basin wearing delicate handmade leather sandals. For a few minutes, the centurion and the prisoner stared at each other, as if they were in a kind of game that required the analysis of the next move, forgetting everything around them as if the universe, at that moment, was reduced to only a man and a woman, ... or rather, an excited man and an insinuating woman. - Forgive me if I do not invite you to enjoy a meal with me, for, as you know, I am your prisoner and therefore I have no regalia, for otherwise I could serve you a delicious delicacy from my land, ... <unk> Antony saw in that sentence much more than a simple slightly joking comment and felt at ease to show the princess that his hospitality was not just a bath. "Don't worry about it, princess", he said, recovering the ability to articulate whole sentences. "I'll arrange for you to have a meal to be enjoyed in my company, ... would the princess accept?" he took care to measure his words so that he didn't sound too arrogant or too pleading, denouncing his innermost desires. - Her voice sounded with a touch of irony, but Antony realized that deep down those words sounded more like a plea for him to keep his invitation standing, just as everything else was. Immediately, Antony beckoned to the sentry and after some instructions whispered in his ear, he turned his gaze to the princess, telling her that soon that soldier would lead her to the lodgings where he would receive her for a meal. Leah made a measurement, turning her back and walking into the aedicle along with her companion. The centurion turned himself out of the wing, walking in quick steps, without denouncing his nervousness in preparing something worthy of a princess, even fearing to think that that dinner might mean more than it really seemed to be. Few minutes were needed for a satisfactory meal to be prepared for the princess, and Antony took care to serve her in an area of the quarters intended only for the centurion and which he rarely used, since he always preferred to feed together with his countrymen, letting them see him much more as a warrior than as the leader of the centuria. As soon as the table was served with fruit, cheese, wine and bread, Antony called a legionary ordering him to bring Leah to him. Antony was sitting comfortably when the princess arrived, but the presence of that woman whose beauty could not be described with words made him tense, agitating himself on the chair. Leah was even more dazzling than when he saw her that afternoon. Part of her body was wrapped in a garment of very fine silk, accentuating her shapes and leaving part of one of her shoulders exposed, while a lateral slit allowed him to see one of her firm and well-turned thighs. The centurion, without losing his temper, got up and ran to the princess helping her to sit down and calling the servant to bring wine in a bronze pitcher. They ate and drank, enjoying each other's company and conversing about curiosities of the princess' distant land and the misfortune that had been her imprisonment. At one point, Antony tried to comfort her by saying that soon her parents would come looking for her, as her mother <unk> belonging to the Persian nobility <unk> would not allow her to be held captive for much longer. - But this is a lovely captivity, ... and why not say, delicious, ... especially with such a pleasant company, ... <unk> Those words sounded to the centurion's ears almost like an invitation to the impulses that persisted in manifesting themselves throughout his body, almost bordering on total uncontrol. <unk> Maybe it was the wine, <unk> he thought, ... but he well knew that it was nothing. And as he struggled with his own thoughts, Leah stood up, walking to him and putting herself between his legs, letting the naked part of her purple thigh touch the inner part of his. Leah took the copper chalice with wine in her hands and offered it to the centurion who bent down to taste its contents. When she was finished, she let some drops of the precious liquid disastrously run down the side of her lips. The princess, without any ceremony, bent her face, touching Antony's chin and sucking the drops that had escaped her. Unable to resist the princess' insinuation, the centurion took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. In a few seconds, nimble and sly tongues sucked the saliva that could now no longer be distinguished, while the hands of the Roman soldier explored the provocative forms of that deliciously beautiful woman. In an impulse utterly out of control, Antony rose, wrapping Leah in his arms and pressing her body against his, feeling her warmth and desire that seemed to leak through every pore of his soft and tender skin. Avoiding to the utmost the characteristic rudeness of the soldier who for a long time does not know what it is to have a woman in his arms, Antony managed to untangle the body of Léa from her coats that drained until they fell to the ground leaving her naked and available. His mouth searched avidly for the stuffy nipples, surrounded by stubborn aureoles that denounced the latent excitement of that coveted body. He sucked and licked those tasty nipples until they were so frightened that they reverberated all over the skin of the female in full heat, causing small spasms that made her even more hostage to his uncontrolled desire. Looking like a hunter looking for his prey, Antony's hands went through Leah's body, exploring every detail that demanded his greatest attention and affection. One of them found its way to the vulva, whose hairs were meticulously shaved in order to build a small forest that led to the big lips that opened in the direction of the vagina, completely moistened by the secretion that still flowed timidly, but that made it clear how much that woman wanted to be possessed by the Roman male in charge of her prison. At the same time, the warrior's other hand caressed the firm, voluptuous buttocks of his prisoner, squeezing her volume again and again, causing small groans of pure pleasure. There was no longer any doubt that Princess Leia was completely dominated by the masculine fury of her sweet jailer, whose desire pulsed between her legs wanting to invade her shamelessly. Antony no longer wanted to have control over his desire, ... he wanted that woman and he wanted her to be his, there and now! Gently, Leah's hands explored the underside of the centurion's robe until they found what they were looking for, ... the hard, bulky penis of the pulsating male almost begging to be touched and caressed by a woman as exciting as herself. The princess immediately noticed that this was a member of respect, whose prominence stood on account of its almost unheard-of thickness. She squeezed and massaged it, provoking almost inaudible groans from her partner who was still playing like a pearly child with the swollen clitoris of his female. - As you well know, Centurion, I am your prisoner, ... and as such I must obey all your orders and satisfy all your wishes, ... is it not? - Those words operated an unexpected rapture in the mind of the soldier who found himself in the unusual situation of dominating that female, forcing her to satisfy all his wishes, while, on his part, Leah seemed to want to submit to every conceivable and possible deviation that Antony could conceive. There was no doubt that it was a sweet power relationship that was being blatantly encouraged by the prisoner and that he had no alternative but to take advantage of her. Immediately, Antony rose from the chair and made Leah stand with her back to him with her arms turned back in a position of almost absolute submission. Holding tightly to the female's hands, she led her into the continuous room and throwing her hand from a pair of shackles hanging from the outside, tightly fastened Leah's hands leaving her unable to make any gesture. Then he made her kneel at the side of the bed, on a thick Persian rug, standing facing him, ... or better facing hard to her member and swollen glans. Slowly he rubbed the glans on Leah's lips causing her to take it away in her mouth, but walking away whenever she was instructed to do so. It was a power of seduction and seduction in a game, which dictated the rules and dictated the next step. Finally, he offered his phallus to the prisoner who gently took it in her mouth, wrapping the swollen glans between her lips and gently squeezing it between her teeth. Antony groaned with excitement, feeling like the dominator who had just been dominated by the lips and fangs of that eastern tigress. Leah proceeded to let a good portion of Antony's member slip into her mouth and within a few minutes the glans pressed her glottis. The Persian princess sucked that member with a unique dexterity, giving the Roman soldier a feeling of pleasure he had never felt before. The male stroked the hair of his sitting prisoner, unable to make another gesture that already caused Leah's mouth movements to cause him uncontrollable spasms. They could go on with that "oral play" for hours and hours without getting tired, but Antônio wanted more, he wanted much more! Removing his member from Léa's mouth, he pulled her up attacking her breasts with anguish. He sucked on the stuffy nipples, whose halos were stiff with desire, crying for a mouth that would relieve them of so much tension. Antônio sought to exert himself in the treatment of those delicious breasts, but he was not very sure that his skill was adequate, since for a long time he had not enjoyed the pleasure of the female body, ... and surely, she was a woman worthy of the best man in the world! He felt her hands playing with his hard phallus and when suddenly he stopped sucking those delicious nipples, he saw her gaze focused on his, begging, ... begging for him to possess her as soon as possible. Antony, aware of his dominator status, placed her with his butt raised to the side of the bed, gently forcing her to bend down offering him his divine butt. Then he made her put her knees on the bed and holding her penis in reluctance pointed that <unk>arma<unk> in the direction of the vagina that seemed to be crying, begging to feel the sweet invasion of the excited and crazy male and penetrated it vigorously, sinking the glans and feeling the woman contract receptively. As soon as his glans advanced, Leah groaned intensely, saying that she wanted more, she wanted more of that powerful and domineering male. Antonio felt confident to proceed with the penetration, thrusting his rigid member inside that moist and warm vagina. He could feel how she perfectly accommodated his phallus, almost as if it had been designed exclusively for him. And when he realized that he was completely introduced into the sweet orifice of his submissive, Antonio began to pounce vigorously, going in and out of Leah's vagina with elongated and intense movements. The Persian princess groaned and whispered words of desire and lust, and felt herself possessed by that male who seemed to have been conceived by the gods exclusively for her. There was no greater delight than that provided by Antony with his mast stocking the vagina of the female who was subjected to the desires of the man who in addition to his jailer had become his lover. And the orgasm came; intense, hot, voluminous, ... so voluminous that it flowed through the edges of Leah's satisfied vagina that arched from so much pleasure enjoyed by the dedication of a man who represented the enemy of his people. Antony did not give up and continued to stock Leah's vagina, making the longest possible movements threatening to take his penis entirely out of it, and returning to it with an almost maddening slowness. Leah began to moan, telling her lover how much she was enjoying that well-orchestrated sex that made her body travel to the paradise imagined by her ancestors. She begged Antony not to stop, ... to continue attacking her vagina vigorously and with the dignity of the best of lovers. The centurion brought about an almost endless sequence of orgasms in his female, who after a few hours of intense sex seemed to swim in a sea made of her own bodily fluids, with her breathing scarce and her senses on the verge of collapse, finding that her captive had been satiated to the extreme. - No! Wait, ... don't enjoy yet, my lord, I want your precious liquid in my mouth, ... I want to sip it and feel its warm and sweet taste, ... - Antony literally went mad with those sensual words, uttered amidst a gasping breath, spoken by the woman who was under the domination of his rigid phallus that still burst her not with violence, but with intense desire. Immediately, Antony pulled his penis from inside Leah's vagina, moving away a little so that she could lift <unk> even with her hands tied back <unk> taking her by the forearm and allowing her to kneel in front of him demanding that he put his glans inside her mouth so that she could see his semen. Antony took his member with one of his hands massaging it vigorously and, in a few minutes, obtaining a hot and thick ejaculation, whose gush was totally absorbed by the mouth of Lea who swallowed his "present" with an expression of absolute pleasure that could not be described with words. Feeling his legs panting, the centurion lay down on the chair just behind him enjoying the sight of his female licking her lips trying not to let a single drop of what she would later define as her "prisoner's precious liquid" escape. Antony felt exhausted, without strength and barely noticed when the nymphomaniac, on her knees, crawled to him, placing her head on his lap and tenderly kissing the softened member. The soldier still felt the small waves of pleasure running through his whole body stimulated by the affectionate kisses of his mistress and thought that everything was over, ... there was no more energy for anything to be resumed. He then took her in his arms and led her to the bed, where he freed her from the shackles that were already giving signs of causing some injury to her wrists letting her lie down mournfully and with a look of denunciation that the flame within her still burned with a certain intensity. He lay down beside her, embracing her and kissing her adoring face then with his face resting on his breasts. Leia stroked her black hair and waves, while his hands caressed her belly in light and gentle circular movements. The centurion thought he was in a dream when he was awakened by the sweet lips of Leah kissing his face, eyes, and mouth, while the skillful hands of the untamed female ran down his belly, down to the pubic region in search of her sleeping master. And what was Antony's surprise when, almost imperceptibly, his penis gave signs of being invigorated by the docile but determined caresses of the Persian princess, whose determination had its origin in the fire still burning within her. Antony looked into those eyes that seemed to twinkle like stars of their own, sensing that a new sensory experience was about to be initiated. He hugged her tighter, pulling her body closer to his, and kissed her with the passion of newly in love, his hands sweeping across those generous curves, feeling the satin texture of Leah's soft skin, who in turn took one of her jailer's hands and pulled it towards his butt. - I want to be yours completely, my lord, ... come, make me yours, ... deflate my virginal seal that begs to belong to you <unk> Antony can hardly believe those words, ... Leah was offering him not only her anal virginity, ... she was offering him her whole body in a single gesture, ... something that captivated the heart, body and mind of the centurion who felt rewarded as if his choice had occurred through a selection that had been written in the heavens by the gods of Olympus. It was not just a carnal offering and coined of obscenity. It was not much more than that, ... it was such a broad and unrestricted surrender, for which a woman gave her man her whole body and her whole soul. Antony stood up, pulling his princess with him and imposing on her the previous position, with the difference that now his hands were free <unk> it had ceased to be the game of submission founded on the power of the male over the female, to be a submission based on the surrender of each other <unk> and Leah knew that after that day she would not belong to anyone else, because no one else would be able to make her surrender with so much desire. Looking at those buttocks so rolled and soft, Antony realized that his phallus was ready again, invigorated by some inexplicable mystical energy, which, possibly, could be the fruit of the magic of the Persian people, ... or simply the product of the active sexual energy in that exotic and unusual woman. Leah was showing her butt to Antony, looking over her shoulder with the greedy look of one who could hardly wait for the most sublime domination to which a woman can submit herself by passion or desire. He took her member with one of his hands, and when he made mention of attacking, he found himself surrendered by the sublime request of his partner. "Permit me, my lord, to prepare you for the task that is to be announced, for it may be difficult for both of you", said Leah as she turned her face to Antony's already erect member, licking it carefully, leaving it sufficiently lubricated so that the penetration was as painless as possible. Having concluded that "preliminary", Leah turned her back in dorsal decubitus to her male, offering him the highest prize that a man could aspire to from a woman, ... anal submission! Antony approached carefully and after pushing away the buttocks with one hand, completely uncovering the still untouched anus, held his phallus with the other directing the glans towards the orifice object of his desire. Then he pushed his pelvis forward propelling his member forward causing the glans not only to deflower the tiny entrance to the orifice, but to invade it with a single and sure blow. The pain caused by the penetration made Leah scream softly, but did not make her back down, babbling that he go on because she was also a warrior. However, before continuing, the centurion noticed something that delighted him even more, ... an anatomical detail that made that penetration even more exciting. He noticed that Leah had a kind of rabies! He touched it with the tip of his fingers, concluding that it was a tiny piece of skin that was detached from the upper part of his partner's anus, resembling, in fact, a small tail! <unk> Glorious<unk>, he thought as he felt hypnotized by that small collection that crowned the most beautiful parts of a woman's body, causing him an enormous feeling of pleasure and excitement. Without taking his eyes off that "detail", the centurion persisted in his penile advance, breaking and tearing the anus of the princess, who even with all care inflicted on her mistress an almost stabbing pain. Leah resisted, did not want her beloved to feel humiliated in his right, and moaning and releasing, time after time, some painful screams, she remained firm and determined to let that thick and hard phallus occupy all the spaces of her rectum, a task that was masterfully performed by the centurion who advanced centimeter by centimeter, performing a meticulous and uncontaminated exercise. It was a few minutes of full suffering for the female, ...until she realized that her partner had ceased the advance, ...he had finally reached his goal! His member was completely introduced into the anus of the princess who could feel the scrotal sac rubbing her inner part of the buttocks as the final and proud piece of resistance! Without fear of eventual failure, Antony began to stock up with measured and elongated movements, letting his penis be swallowed and spit out, systematically, over and over again by the orifice that had finally become complacent with the invasion to which it had been subjected. And there was a moment when all the pain was immediately replaced by an indescribable sensation of pleasure, which rose to the sphere of a total carnal and spiritual catharsis, transforming man and woman into a single being, ... absolute, full and realized. It was at that moment that Leah began movements contrary to those carried out by Antony in a synchrony only conceived in the heavens, and that could never be revived on earth by any other mortal. They were movements whose beauty could not be described with words, for only the vision of that idyllic image could sum up what the man and woman were feeling. Antony felt invigorated by a flow of energy rising from his chest and flowing first to his belly and then concentrating on his genitals, enabling his back-and-forth movements to be intensified with a unique cadence and rhythm, fostering in his partner languorous and full moans of satisfaction for feeling filled by his phallus. The centurion was in such a state of ecstasy that every movement of his body reverberated in his skin, penetrating deep into his entrails. And the movements, synchronized and reciprocated, operated a stimulation that he had never felt before. And when he finally announced that his orgasm was at hand, the Persian princess encouraged him to reach fullness, for so would she. She wished them both to have a joint orgasm, unique and exemplary, consuming their bodies and their souls in an explosion of pleasure that flowed like a torrential river that poured into both of them. Antony, unable to contain his sexual fury, exploded in an orgasm of unparalleled, pouring huge jets of sperm into the anus of his prisoner, who moaned, screamed and hissed, claiming that she too was reaching the apex. They enjoyed in a wave of indescribable sensations that provoked spasms and involuntary contractions in their bodies and unconscious pleasures that completely overpowered them, leaving them in control of thoughts, actions, and words. At last, they lay motionless on the bed, while Antony's penis slowly withered, escaping little by little from the inside of his partner who at the moment when she found herself freed from sodomy, turned to the Roman embracing him tenderly and kissing his sweaty but happy face. They wanted more, ... they wanted to talk, exchange oaths of desire and passion, ... they wanted to stay the whole night enjoying each other's company, ... however, the exhaustion and exhaustion were much stronger and, in a few minutes, they were in the arms of Morpheus, going into the world of dreams, the world where the impossible became fully possible. In the wee hours of the morning, Antony awoke, feeling his phallus pressing against Leah's soft, velvety skin, feeling that everything could be restarted. He was embracing her. His breasts rubbing against his chest. Her leg resting on his waist. He stroked that warm, soft skin, feeling invigorated, reborn after so long without a woman, without desire and without expectation. And as he pondered that the best thing to do would be to go back to sleep, Antony felt Leah's silky lips touching his, almost like a plea not to return to the world of dreams. The centurion climbed over the body of his prisoner, demanding that she receive him with open and offered legs, and while he kept his eyes fixed on her, he penetrated her with a single and certain blow of his stiff penis, causing a small, simple and sweet groan. Leah circled Antony's waist, also keeping her gaze fixed on his and receiving the stroked strokes, whose vigor sailed between the suit and the male, operating an immediate moisture in her vagina that cried with such passion. They remained thus, enjoying each other, without haste and without fear. Antony no longer wanted to enjoy, ... wanted to feel that woman exuberant, sensual and sweet as the dates of the desert. Not even the cold morning air that blew an almost frosty breeze, was able to cool the excitement of that couple. And when they were about to enjoy, it was Antony who ceased the movements, saying to his beautiful that he did not want to enjoy yet, ... he wanted to have her for as long as possible. Leah smiled at him and told him that it was also his will that they continue like this for the rest of their lives. A long time later they enjoyed and once again they fell asleep, definitely defeated not only by the inconceivable physical exertion, but mainly by the enormous pleasure they had given to each other. They were linked, tightly bound to each other, as if nothing and no one would ever be able to separate them, not even death or suffering, ... they were together for eternity, enjoying a fullness so intense that it seemed to have been engineered on Olympus by a conspiracy of Venus and Cupid who, probably at that moment were smiling at them. (End of the first part...)