Noble Endeavors

This is a work of fiction, using a character from the film, “Gladiator". No insult or invasion of privacy or infringement of copyright is intended. The story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these situations.

Noble Endeavors

by Darrin Lee Hutton

Sid had just left for Angelique’s with a sweet kiss after a lovely, harsh romp in the basement. He always likes to take me hard before setting off for one the Crowe Sisters, I imagine to make sure I know who owns me. It makes me laugh how possessive he is, while at the same time rushing about, servicing every one of my Sisters he can get his cock into. But my mind was awhirl with the noble stud who was about to enter my domain. Maximus Decimus Meridius. The General himself.

I had just finished pouring two glasses of a fine cabernet in anticipation of the General needing some refreshment when the knock on my door came. My heart pounding, I practically leapt for the door. But that would not do. Max needed to know from the onset that I was going to be cool, calm and collected. That our lovemaking would be sweet and tender and…Ah, fuck me swingin’, who am I trying to kid? I was rarin’ to take that man down to the floor and ride him raw.

I opened the door, flushed with anticipation and cried loudly, “Max! You’re here! I’m so fucking happy to see –“

The dark scowl that crossed his face made my voice wither and die in my throat. He was NOT happy.

He strode into my home purposefully and pushed me gently, but firmly against the nearest wall, placing his hand along my throat, unthreatening in pressure, but it was scary all the same.

“Let’s get one thing straight right now. I’m not here for you to ‘play’ with like that brother of mine loves to do. I’m here at your invitation. I know what my duty as a Crowe Brother is and I intend to honour that duty. But there’ll be no mischief. I will love you, I’ll make you feel like the woman I know you can be. I’ll even be a little rough, because I know you like that, and I’m here to please you. But make no mistake. This will be a night that you will never forget and it will be a night that you’ll never be able to experience with any of my other brothers. I’ll give you something you’ve never felt before, nor will again, unless it’s with me. Are we clear?”

Sweet Jesus. I was definitely in trouble here.

“Yes, Max, I’m really sorry I –“

“You’ll call me Maximus, for that is my name. I despise the diminutive from you. It’s beneath you.”

Beneath me? What the hell? We always call him Max. What the fuck was going on here?

“I don’t understand.”

He stepped away from me and walked into the living room. He picked up one of the wine glasses and drained it in one draught. He poured himself a second glass and sat down on the couch indicating I should come to him. Somehow I found the ability to walk and made my way to the couch. But when I began to sit, he shook his head.

“No. On the floor. At my feet.”

‘Kay. This is too fucking bizarre, I thought.

“You’re going to tell your Sisters about this night, correct?”

I nodded from my place on the floor. At his feet, as requested. I had tentatively put my hands on his knees and had actually received that small smile I loved so much from him when I did that, which went a long way to easing my doubts as to what this night held in store for me.

“Well, it’s not going to be one of those ‘fuck’ bits you love writing. This will be tender. And loving. And I won’t have you sully it with all those tricks you learned from that one.” He indicated the picture of Sid displayed on my computer.

“But I love Sid, Max…imus,” I quickly corrected myself, hoping he hadn’t noticed. But he had and I received a frown in response to both faux pas.

“I don’t doubt that you are perfect for each other. But for one night, this night, you belong to me.”

Oh, God, that voice. That sweet Maximus rumble, honey-drenched voice. I think I could have come right then if he had told me to.

He read my mind. Must’ve been in my eyes, my wanting him. Needing him, actually.

He stood, grasped one of my hands and pulled me up to stand before him. I’m only four inches shorter than the Crowe Brothers, but I felt fucking diminutive at the moment. It didn’t help that I was wearing one of Sid’s shirts and nothing else. Max (Maximus, dammit!) was decked out in full gladiator regalia, his lorica and tunic making him even more powerful than I had imagined and him standing there before me, seemed to change me somehow. I no longer felt playful and mischievous. I was, at the moment, Maximus’ special girl and damn, that felt good.

He leaned in and kissed me. His lips were gentle against mine, sweet from the wine. He stroked my neck, then tilted my face up with two fingers beneath my chin, looking into my eyes, searching them for who-knew-what, but I no longer cared. I was willing to lose myself.

He kissed me again, his hand slowly caressing my neck and traveling inexorably downwards to cup my breast, kneading it tenderly. His tongue parted my lips and he thrust in, not harshly, but firmly, purposefully. Everything he did had such a degree of control. It was consuming. As was his kiss.

He leant farther back and whispered softly in my ear.

“Darrin, I know what makes you come. I know that all I have to do is whisper to you and you’ll do everything I say. Can you feel how you excite me? Can you feel how much I want you?”

And I fucking could. His cock was a hard ridge beneath his tunic, pressed up against his belly and it felt like heaven.

He pulled me into him and rocked his hips towards mine, letting me feel even more of him. That massive chest, those firm thighs. His biceps bulging with the quiet strength that lay coiled beneath the skin and his strong hands gently undulating me into him, almost imperceptibly. And still that beautiful voice rambled on, tickling my ear and my mind.

“Come for me, my Lady, my sweet, gentle Writer. Show me how much you want me. Show me your secrets.”

And before I could even comprehend the import of what was happening to me, I felt that familiar rush from my clit to my belly to my cunt, gushing a liquid heat right through me, pounding my hips of their own accord into his.

A surprising, gentle laugh in my ear. “That’s it. That’s what I want. You’re all mine, now, you know that, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak, only nodded my head as a small whimper escaped my throat.

He let me go and pushed me onto the couch, somehow knowing my legs would not hold me once he let me go. He reached for both glasses of wine and I gulped mine hungrily.

“Easy, easy, my Lady. I don’t want your mind clouded with drink. I want you completely aware of everything I do to you.”

“’Kay,” I blurted out, unable to speak or think for that matter, with anything remotely resembling coherence. I needed to do something for him, to thank him for such a beautiful climax, so when he sat down next to me, I slid onto the floor in front of him and pushed his tunic up as I caressed his thighs. I half-expected him to stop me, but was thrilled when I was able to proceed unimpeded.

His cock lay before me. A thick, strong phallus ready for me, rampantly waiting my assault. I didn’t wait at all. I hefted his sac in my hands, kissing each ball, nuzzling them when I heard the appreciative murmurs from him. I stroked his length with one hand as my other continued its administrations to his balls, then dropped my mouth over that huge member, taking as much of it as I could, rubbing the rest of his shaft with my hand. A loud groan issued above me. I sucked hard and allowed my tongue to play along the ridge of his head, receiving a sonorous grunt when I dipped my tongue into the tiny opening on the tip. A salty taste spread through my mouth as I pulled his precum from him onto my tongue.

I found myself involuntarily humming with delight and the vibrations must have tickled him beyond his ability to control himself for after a few minutes I heard the most deliciously deep groan emit from his throat and then he was bucking into me coming hard, spurting his semen down the back of my throat, growling harshly.

I looked up with a small smile and caught him smiling back. He reached out a hand and caressed my cheek and then tucked a loose strand of my long black hair behind my ear. He leaned back and let out a long sigh.

“I did good?” I said as I pulled his tunic back down to cover his genitals. I couldn’t help feeling like an adult child with him. Adult in activity, childlike in my need for his approval. After the rocky start, I wanted to see more of that smile and preferably no more of the scowl.

“Yes, my Lady, you did that very well. I believe it’s my turn now, though. Let’s adjourn to your bed chamber.” He grinned at his turn of phrase, knowing how much I’d appreciate it.

He led me back into my room where the bed sat invitingly. I turned down the spread and sheets and he nestled his hips into my backside as I was bent over. He pushed up my shirt and caressed my back and ass with his rough hands, almost purring. I stood up and leaned back into him. His hands roamed around to the front of me, now under the shirt, traveling upwards to grasp my breasts and knead them firmly.

He spoke in a low growl, “Spread yourself out on the bed so I can take care of you, my Lady.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. But I did do it slowly. His eyes glazed at the sight of me writhing across the bed and spreading my legs invitingly. And he almost fell under my spell, a spell I had perfected on Sid, but this man, this stallion of a man, was too strong-willed to succumb. He hardened his face and just stood there staring at me with a look of disgust.

“You’re behaving badly again,” was all he said.

His harsh voice made me curl up into myself and turn away from him, ashamed. He let me stay like that for a few minutes and then I felt his hands pull me towards him as he joined me on the bed.

“I told you, Darrin, no ‘Sid’ tricks. Time for that when he’s here with you. I’m here now. And I will have you. But you must not play games with me.”

I couldn’t help it. I felt a lump in my throat and before I could stop myself a single tear had begun its salty trail down my cheek. He smiled tenderly at me and captured the tear with his thumb, placing it in his mouth and licking it away. I took that to mean he wanted me to forget my indiscretion and come back to him. To let him love me. I smiled tentatively. I could do that.

He appeared satisfied that he had made his point and began again, stroking my neck and exposing my skin beneath his hands as his fingers slowly undid each button of my shirt. Kneeling over me, he removed the lorica and belt, then slipped the tunic over his head revealing himself completely to me. He laughed gently as my eyes roamed all over his body appreciatively. But when he dipped his head down and kissed my breasts, suckling first one and then the other nipple, I was unable to think of anything but his mouth and hands on me.

And his hands were what took most of my focus. Gently walking the fingers over my belly, dipping a finger into my belly button, I could feel a smile against my breast as he heard my sharp gasp. Then he was there, right there, at my mons Venus, curling the hairs through his fingers and then gently dipping below feeling my heat, my wetness. He tenderly inserted one, then two fingers into my dripping opening, looking up from my breasts with a happy smile that spoke volumes of how he felt about my readiness for him. He crawled down my body and covered my clit with his mouth.

I might have passed out momentarily, I’m not sure.

“Come back to me, sweet,” he said softly. When he saw my eyes, he dipped down once again and began licking my little nub. He moved so slowly, but still I was ramped up to a climax almost immediately and bucked my hips into his face, crying out his name.

“Maximus, oh my God, Maximus!” I honestly couldn’t tell you how I managed to stay focused enough not to shorten his name. But still his tongue laboured over me and I came again, my clit so tender under his mouth. I can’t describe the sensation, all I can say is that it was one long continuous slide into an orgiastic pool of cumming. There’s no other words.

And there aren’t any for what followed next, either.

But I have to try.

How to describe that slow descent into an hedonistic delight? I can only tell you what happened and hope I can convey a portion of what it felt like. His slow prowl back up my body. Kissing me deep and hard. Tasting myself on his lips. The head of his cock suddenly at my entrance and the firm thrust of his first rutting of me, right up to my very core. Feeling his hips grinding into me with each harsh thrust, feeling his pelvic bone crush my clit into further abandon. Coming under him so hard that I broke his rhythm. Several times. Feeling him grunt with frustration and kneeling in front of me, grabbing my hips and forcing me to his pace, his tempo. Driving into me fiercely.

Then suddenly he was out of me. I almost wept. Certainly I heard myself uncharacteristically growl at him. Growl at the General? Was I mad? But he laughed and turned me on my side, hefting my thigh onto his hip and hilting his hard shaft into me again. And I realized that this afforded him better control over my bucking body, because I couldn’t move my hips at all.

Now he drove into me in earnest, pumping rhythmically, keeping up a pace for so long, I could barely take it. I growled again, animalistic in my coming. Finally, I felt him plunge into me more sporadically, almost out of control and then he stiffened and cried out wordlessly, announcing his climax to me with a resounding roar.

He collapsed behind me, staying inside me and curling around my body, pulling me close to him. I felt his breath on my back and heard his harsh inhalations in my ear, as I’m sure he could hear mine.

We napped for a few moments, unable to move. Then I extricated myself from his grasp and went to get some fruit and wine for us. Max was leant up against the headboard and followed my every move with his eyes. Like a panther.

I wasn’t sure what the rest of the night would bring. But I knew he would make sure it was worthy of both of us.

I love my Sid. But there’ll always be a warm place in my heart for the General.

THE END

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