Best to keep things controlled.

Polyxena continues to slurp away at the commander's cock for a few minutes, as Optio Felix furtively jerks himself off. Filotus doesn't seem to notice, totally wrapped up in the experience of Polyxena's mouth on him. "Ahhhh, that's good," he mutters. "Greeks always know how to suck a cock well...it's an art form there...ha." He grins and weaves his fingers through Polyxena's hair. "But can you take the cock of a real Roman man, Greek slut? It's the Roman way to take what we want, not simply allow ourselves to be done to..."

Seizing the sides of her head, he begins to fuck her mouth forcefully. Polyxena's eyes widen slightly, but she just opens her mouth wider and sticks her tongue out, creating a slick channel for the centurion's cock. You can hear the wet sucking sound of him pushing deep to the back of her throat with every thrust, and after a few seconds, Polyxena begins to struggle slightly. He pulls out of her mouth just long enough for her to gasp a breath, then plunges back in. Polyxena leans her hands desperately on his hips for balance as he continues to mercilessly fuck her throat.

"Ahhhhh. You know, this is one of the few things I miss about war," Filotus comments to you. "Spend most of your days desperately trying to avoid getting spitted on a barbarian's spear...but then, when you conquer a new tribe or land for Rome...well, nothing preventing you from spitting a few of their women on your own 'spear,' eh? Ha...ha...haaa!" With a roar of triumph, he pulls Polyxena all the way down to the hilt of his cock and explodes down her throat. Polyxena grips his thighs tightly with her hands, and you can see her desperately swallowing, trying to avoid **** on his seed. Finally, spent, he pulls out of her mouth, and she lets out a great shuddering gasp. He grasps her chin in one hand and tilts her face up toward him. "Show that you've swallowed my seed like a good bitch?" She licks her lips and opens her mouth to demonstrate. Filotus chuckles. "Good whore. Crawl back to your master, now."

Polyxena takes him literally and crawls across the floor to you, where you wordlessly hand her her robe and gesture for her to rise. You lock eyes with Filotus as he adjusts his garments, and he chuckles.

"Well, you know how to put a **** to work for her master, at least, young Lord Gaius. I tell you what; though I truly have very little to offer you, I've not been fully remiss in my duties. We've been gathering information on these bandits, and from various reports we've determined that there are about two dozen of them. Not a massive ****, but not small, either - you won't want to just go charging in there alone should they visit your estate. Now, while I appreciate your expression of gratitude and would be happy to entertain any future...heh...expressions of gratitude, I'm afraid that I'm a busy man. You and your busty Greek cocksleeve had best be on your way, now."

You nod mutely, and make your way out of the tent, Polyxena (now dressed) following at your heels. The camp is still bustling about its work, but the sun is well past its highest now - you'll have to head out to get back to the villa in time for supper. Polyxena wipes dried drool from her chin.

"Bastard nearly choked me," she mutters. "I hope that my service was...appreciated, Dominus."

"It was, of course," you say idly, not really paying attention. "Your loyalty will be rewarded, Polyxena. And I'll ask Antonia to give you the rest of the day and evening off to recover."

"Good," she murmurs, as she follows you in your path out of the camp and back toward your estate.