War Booty – chapter 3 by Limnophile
Dive into the tantalizing third chapter of “War Booty” by Limnophile, where passion ignites amidst the chaos of conflict. Join our heroes as they explore desire, vulnerability, and forbidden romance in a world where love knows no boundaries. Don’t miss this steamy continuation that’s sure to captivate and thrill!
Our hero tries some bisexual experimentation and goes on a dangerous sea voyage.
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I had my four girls and dog stay with the two toddlers, in a tent of their own. I figured Tyranus could kill and eat almost any problem they might have.
Mirna was only twenty-two, not nearly old enough to be the young women’s mother. She was their older sister. Her only children were the toddler boy Dirk and the baby she had inside her. Erel, the three-year-old, was from a hero couple who used to live near them.
Mirna’s abdomen was only slightly distended around halfway through her pregnancy. Occasionally I could feel her belly move as the baby kicked. I led her to my tent with the two older girls and got to know them a little. Her youngest sister Imma was eighteen and the other, Ana, was nineteen. The four of us cuddled for warmth as the evening cooled down. I had a hand resting on Mirna’s belly and said, “I would like some love. Bottom love?” I slowly slid my hand down between her legs.
She looked very fearful. “No bottom love! No hurt baby!” She made a motion of a finger moving toward her belly, then poked my cheek. When my wife was pregnant she only refused me in the last month, when she entertained me with her mouth instead.
I sadly asked again, hoping she would change her mind; “No bottom love?”
She shook her head and said, “Bottom love Ana. Bottom love Imma.” She was offering me her sisters! She rolled over and put my hand on her rear. “Top love? Use top?” I quickly stripped and lifted the bottom of her long tunic. There was no way I would pass up a chance to use the beauty’s nicely rounded ass!
I put a little oil on my cock and between her butt cheeks. I slowly slid a finger in and out of her dirty hole, getting it nice and slippery. The other girls sat at the end of the bed, looking at my penis. Both put a hand between their legs and started rubbing themselves. I eased my rod into Mirna’s asshole, gently and slowly. I was surprised when she smiled, “Mmm! Like!” I was nearly all the way in, when she asked; “Slow! BIG! BIG! Slow!”
I stopped a moment, letting her adjust. I slowly pulled back a little and continued. She moaned, “FULL! So big!”
“Do you want me to stop? Does it hurt a lot?”
“No. Do slow. Nice.”
I put a little more oil on my shaft and continued. She got used to it and I sped up a little. It felt amazing! It was very tight and so naughty, fucking her butt! So dirty and nasty! And doing it in front of her sisters! I looked at the girls rubbing their pussies as I enjoyed the wet, slippery pressure on my cock. In and out, so hot, so tight and sexy!
I reached under her and felt her breasts, as I stuffed her ass, over and over. I could feel her reach underneath and manipulate her pussy. The baby inside her started kicking, and each time I felt a pressure on my cock! So nice! So kinky and wicked! I kept up the joyful stroking, in and out, until I shot off into her colon. “UNGH! YEAH! YES! SO GOOD!”
I stopped moving and enjoyed the feeling of being inside her, as she rubbed herself to climax. “Mmm! AH! AH! AAAIIIEEEE!” As the two of us panted and relaxed, I heard Ana orgasm; “UH! UH! YUH! EEEEEE!” She had been penetrated several times before but came for the first time watching me do her sister’s butt. She laid next to me, breathing hard, and kissed my ear.
Imma kept going a little while, feeling good, but explained she was a virgin and couldn’t get herself off. She hoped she could finally reach climax once she was with a man. We cleaned up and had a little wine, talking some more. I realized that if they were noble instead slaves, I’d happily marry any of the three. Redheads were so precious and rare in the empire, so beautiful!
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At breakfast the next morning, I overheard a loud conversation between a miller and his new apprentice. I realized the older man was partly deaf from the constant noise of pounding grain. He explained, “You need to be careful which grains you use for which flour. Bread flour should be half and half, spelt and einkorn wheat. If you put in emmer wheat or too much einkorn, the bread doesn’t rise well.”
The much younger man complained, “Emmer is such a pain! The seeds are so hard you need to pound ’em three times as long!”
“Yes, but that’s why it lasts a long time until it’s pounded or ground. The legions use most of it, to take with them on long marches. They always take a portable mill and two or three millers, to make flour on site. They have a mobile bakery and some bakers, too.
Until somebody mills it into flour, emmer can last four or five years! It’s not great for bread, but makes a good breakfast porridge with berries, or better yet, cheese and butter. It also makes a decent dark bread if you mix it with rye.
Spelt is the most expensive grain, but pure spelt flour is the best. That’s what’s in expensive white bread, and spiras and enkythoi, the fancy pastries rich people eat.”
They left, and a fruit merchant and a vintner took their seats. “Why do you want raisins, instead of fresh grapes like usual?”
“For passum wine. People love it for celebrations, since it’s sweet and very strong. Can you get me three wagon loads of yellow raisins tomorrow?”
“Of course! Shall we say… hmmm… five denari a talent? That’s about three aureus per wagon.”
“Four per talent?”
“I could do dark raisins for four. How about four and a half, for an old friend?”
“Agreed.”
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None of my new slaves had ever been more than a half-day walk from home. I’d take them two-thirds of the way across the empire, two thousand miles. We’d travel from the northern border of Caledonia, which would one day divide England and Scotland, to my hometown Balit on the island of Skiathos.
Skiathos was only twenty leagues east of Thermopylae, the “Hot Gates,” where heroic Leonidas and his 300 Spartans held off the whole Persian Empire. Back then Rome was just a city-state you could walk across in two days, instead of months.
Mirna’s late husband wasn’t very good at planning or farming, and they rarely had any extra food to sell. Many times they went hungry, until Mirna started giving a neighbor sexual favors for food.
When Mirna’s baby Dirk was born, they were desperate. They traded a basket of wheat and two chickens for Ana’s “baby wall,” her virginity. A week after that, they made a long-term deal. The neighbor got mouth love from Mirna, Ana and Imma once a week each, in exchange for a pitcher of milk and six eggs a day. Even after that very uneven deal, the family was close to starving half the time.
I explained the value of money a little. I put a sestertius on the table. “One chicken.” I touched the coin again. “Ten eggs.” Again… “One pitcher milk.”
I added another bronze coin. “One basket wheat.” I put four coins together and said, “Ana baby wall.” They nodded.