Slave Girl: Chapter 84 (End) (Patreon)

My Lady moans softly in the warm afterglow of her orgasm.  I lay there, sharing in the blissful haze of our sex, holding her tight in my legs and feeling her erection slowly begin to soften inside of me.  She lays on top of me for a long while as she caresses my damp skin and kisses my chest and neck.  Lust had been fueling us forward but the fatigue of a long day on the road and a grueling two week trek was swiftly setting in.

“You did so good baby.”  She whispers between kisses.  “You made your Lady feel so happy tonight.  I’m so proud of you.”

“Mmmm.”  I hum happily and give her dick a squeeze.  “Love youuu.”

“Love you too baby, love you more than anything.”  She nuzzles my cheek.  “You let me take care of you now.”

“Yes Ma’am.”  I smile dreamily.

Slowly she pulls her half flaccid penis from my well fucked ass.  The long careful pullout felt fucking incredible.  Her dick flops out heavily all at once as it reaches the tip and some of her hot cum spills from my twitching entrance.  

“Ohhhhhh.”  I sigh at the sudden emptiness, for a moment I could actually feel myself exposed to the open air before my struggling anus slowly closed in.  Simultaneously it is distressing and relieving.  Distressing because I wished I could have her inside of me forever, relieving because for as ready as I was and as gentle as she was and as wonderful as it had been my butt had taken a heck of a pounding.  It ached, but it ached soooooo damn good.

I let go of her and let my legs tumble to floor.  Laying there like a human puddle I luxuriate in my pleasure.  My Lady cleans herself up as best she can with what we had on hand, never moving far from me and making sure to touch me often to let me know she was there.  She then cleans me up, taking time to lovingly clean my floppy dick and scrotum, wiping the oil and Lady jizz from my bum and then the big sticky pool of my own cum from my stomach.  She touches me so nice, like always, her soft warm hands working their magic.  I lay watching her attend to me absolutely smitten with my demon Amazon Lady.  I could not even imagine living without her looking after me anymore.  She sees me looking and gives me a cute blink of her eyes, flick of her ears, and a scrunch of her nose.

Unhurriedly she unties and rubs my limbs where the rope had left its imprint upon my flesh.  She helps me to a sitting position and does not protest when I fall into her and start to nuzzle and suckle at her supple breasts.  The taste of sweat and oil fills my mouth as the aroma lavender seeps through my senses.  She hums that lovely song again and runs her fingers through my hair.  When I was done she helps me to my feet and leads me to the half of the mattress that slumped down to the floor.  There she lays me down and runs hers soft hands all over my body whispering things about how she’s got me and how’s she going to care for me and about how good a boy I was and all sorts of wonderful things to nurture my boyish spirit.  She wasn’t letting me pull away from my submission this time, perhaps wanting to sleep with her boy tonight, and that was okay by me.  I coo happy noises and say silly things under my Lady’s adoring gaze.

She brings me the blanket that she had folded earlier and tucks me in safe and snug.

With a warm tender smile she whispers.  “Kiss me.”  This time she doesn’t offer me her cheek though.  I purse my lips and she kisses on my mouth.  A long soft lingering kiss.  Our lips part and she says.  “Good boy.”

She leaves me a moment to move about the room to snuff out all of the lamps but the one she had carried in with us.  In my comfy cocoon I watch my naked Lady move about the room.  The shadows grow deep once more in the flickering flame of a single oil lamp.  Knowing what the room looked like now in full light the wavering umbra was far less eerie, the dim illumination bringing calm for the slumber ahead.  Rosa collects up the rope with the respect it deserved and puts it into the wardrobe.  She then returns to me and sits at the edge of the mattress, setting the lamp beside.  One last look around to make sure all was set she leans down and blows out the flame.  The room descends into near perfect darkness, though a the barest hint pale while moonlight crept in around the shudders and the exterior door.

Rosa slips in under the cover with me.  Our minds are one as she reaches for me as I move to her to rest my head on her chest.  I relax completely, body and soul, and bask in my Lady’s sweet care as we lay flesh to flesh.  She hugs me hard, holding me as if protecting me in a loving embrace.  Once more she hums her song, I hear it resonate in her chest along with her strong steady hypnotic heartbeat, as she strokes me and pets me and sings me to a deep peaceful sleep.

It only feels a moment but the next thing I knew I was blinking my eyes open to see the sun’s golden rays peeking through the spaces.  It was a funny thing, going to sleep in submission and awakening as my old workaday self, but damn did it make for a good night’s rest.  My muscles were tired from the long day’s travel yesterday and my ass had this incredible glowing soreness about it that reminded me of how good I’d been fucked the night before.  My skin is tacky from our sex and the air smells of the faint musk of cum and sweat mixed with the souring smell of the scented oil, more reminders of our first incredible night in our own room.

I let out a joyful sigh as I stare up at the domed ceiling and let the fact that I owned that ceiling along with this house and land sink in.  We made it.  We were home.  Home at last.  It seemed more a dream than reality yet here it was all around me.  My uncle’s will had made this place my property but it was the love of a woman that made it a home.

I turn my head to look down at my precious slave girl curled up into the crook between my arm and my chest.  So cute.  My mind drifts back to the busy streets of Rome and that slave market where I had stopped just to gawk a moment.  I remember seeing her the first time up on that platform so scared and desperate, the citizens of the Capitol leering at her and spitting at her due to her Amazon heritage.  If only they knew what I knew now.  Fortunes would have offered bidding for this perfect woman among the elite of Roman society.  Instead this humble farmboy with money in his pouch for the first time in his life stepped up to make what he thought was the biggest mistake of his life.  

It felt like an age ago now.  I had come much further than simply the hours and miles I had walked since that fateful day in Rome.  I had been transformed by my experiences on the road.  The moments big and small, the people kindly and cruel, the meals humble or sumptuous, the sights and sounds and smells, the hard living, the horrors, the wonders, and most of all getting to know my constant companion along the way had changed me that sheltered young man straight off the farm.  In every way I am a different man than the one that entered Rome.  What would my life be like right now had I not stopped at that slave market or simply kept on walking once I left that day?  Having her at my side felt so right.  The flip side to the boy I was last night, the man I am this morning couldn’t even imagine a life without having Rosa to cherish and protect and care for.  I love this woman with all of my heart.

Perhaps unconsciously sensing that she was being watched she crinkles her nose, pouts and turns over with an adorable little burble.  She turns away from me, taking half the blanket with her to bundle against the cool of morning.  Behind one of the dressers that had been moved from its place I could see the corner of a fireplace and I debate lighting it up to warm the room but I knew the heat of the South Italy summer would soon be beating down and decide against it. I slide to my side and remove myself from the coverings then make sure my balled up little Lady was tucked in tight.  On another morning I might have just laid here but today was my first true day as a landowner and by Ceres and all of the gods above and below I had so much work to get started it would probably take me the day just to decide what to do first.  Scooting off the end of the mattress I gingerly get to my feet.  

“Ohh.”  I rub my aching bum with a smile.  I already knew I’d be feeling the echoes of my Lady’s love all day long.

I consider getting dressed.  Fuck it, nobody was going to see me.  That simple decision alone was a demonstration on just how far I’d come since meeting my Lady.  Walking to the stout wooden exterior door I unlatch the sturdy lock and crack the one door open.  Peeking out I see a long open balcony in a similar shape to the terrace beneath it as I had guessed.  A very short balustrade bordered the whole space and the only furniture was a pair of stone reclining sofas positioned to face out onto…

“Gods!”  I gasp in a hushed tone.

The view, already magnificent last night, was a stunning wonder on a morning like this.  Being up even higher only accentuated it.  I squeeze between the doors and step out onto my balcony and walk out a few steps to become immersed in the surroundings.    A thick fog had set in over the night and still clung to low areas on either side of the river turning my garden far below into a hauntingly lovely ethereal realm.  To my left and right the verdant wild forest that filled the majority of my property smelled fresh and alive, the soft breeze creating a pleasant sigh through the leafy boughs.  Tiny specks of light zip about between the trunks as the nymphs frolic and play.  Beyond the river and the vast valley painted with golden crops, lines of fruit trees, and blotches of green woods I could see the splendor of vibrant oranges and pinks as the sun rose behind the distant mountains and sent rays of celestial radiance across the brightening heavens.  High above the glow gleams off of a great coppery brown eagle that soars over the villa in long lazy circles.

I stand it awe of it all as the morning breeze caresses my naked body.  This was not the property I had dreamed of but the breathtaking beauty of it could not be denied.  Unlike the open fields I dreamed about this was no blank canvas.  It had been created with an artist’s eye more adept than my own.  But as incredible as this all was this painting was the work of another man with the ideas and values of luxury living in mind.  It may take me a lifetime but I would leave my mark on this land and make it my own.  The journey here had been a monumental undertaking but the real work had not yet begun.  I could only imagine the challenges that now lay in front of us.  Rosa and I settling down here would be a whole other adventure.

“Masterrr.”  Rosa’s impudent pouting protest drifts out from the partially open door behind me.  “Come back to bed baby.  It’s too early.”

I smile.  I take deep breath to smell the lush forest air of our home.  I take in the majestic view one last time.  Our next adventure could wait a little bit longer.  

I turn and enter back into our shared home as I say.  “Yes my Lady.”

The End