Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.
That day at the court after the meeting with the Generals, Augustus returned to his chambers, leaving the generals and their men to take care of their daily duties until they had to report in the afternoon. But before they got to exit the palace, a voluptuous woman entered, they all knew that white stained cloth held only by a tiny belt. Those gorgeous breasts, the protruding brown nipples through the fabric, those skinny legs and dirty stinking feet. They all stopped to admire her, though they all knew her very well in all the right places. Stoic, Olanus stood tallest of all the generals, and she, well, she was in the mood for something big today. Something that made her feel so small, yet like her insides were tearing in a good way. Slowly she started walking towards him, eyeing him up and down. As stoic as he was, as visibly aroused he was by her looks, not hesitating he told the rest of them to bugger off and do their jobs. Groaning and moaning the generals left, yet not before they had made some obscene gestures behind her back, like they were stroking their penises, fingering her and ejaculating on her face. Olanus looked down on Alicaria, stroked her hair just as she grouped his butt cheeks, and they slowly made their way towards his chamber. She had a devilish smirk on her smile and a giddy laugh like that one of a child on Saturnalia. “How is your child?” asked Olanus in a gravely voice. “He is doing fine, at school, all thanks to you and your friends” she responded. They entered the chambers, without hesitation she grabbed his massive propagator, pulling down on it to reveal its shaved head in a thick luscious forest. He in response grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up in the air, whilst she was still holding onto his spear. Walked towards the bed, with her in one hand, put her gently down. She let go, opened her mouth and took his whole glory deep, past her tonsils, the gurgling sound was only arousing him more and more. Thrusting in and out of her salivating mouth, her face wet, his penis fully erect, she could barely hold to the bed considering his force. After a few minutes he pulled out of her mouth, and Alicaria just fell on the bed. Legs spread apart, her vagina was so wet, it had drenched the cloth as it simply took her shape, it became translucent. Olanus didn’t know what to do, the mixed feelings he had between losing it all and giving in or being gentle and caring for her like a phoenix feather. Yet his thirst, his thirst was unrelenting, and he had a wishing well in front of his face, how could he contain himself from the fruitiest of fruits he had in front of him. He delve his propagator deep into her, as she lets out a moan that rocks the room. Juices gush out of her, wetting the bedding, as he humps and humps, she scratches his back with her long nails. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but couldn’t properly envelop him. Tears of pleasure down her face, she let out a smile, having a few rotten teeth, and a few more missing, he tilted forwards to kiss her, their lips met, his tongue pulled her tongue into his mouth, exchanging saliva, she puts her right hand on the back of his head, pulling his hair. He pulls away, lifts her up in his arms, puts her on a table and keeps pounding her without stopping. A centurion bursts through the door, gasping… The two interlock and remain like that since she got scared by the centurion. He shocked, looks at Alicaria and… “Alicaria, I was at your place, and… Juliusegos is dead, he was raped.”
And then…
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