No; she belongs to Darius’ family now.

You restrain yourself as Darius rises from the couch and begins thoroughly facefucking Coblaith, groaning as he seizes the sides of her head—and total control of the situation. Still, you can’t help but become even more aroused as you watch tears come to Coblaith’s eyes and hear the wet gagging noises coming from her throat.

After a few moments your erection is visible and, even in his state, Darius notices. “Hahahaha! You like watching me fuck her, Gaius? Well, who wouldn’t. We can take care of that, of course—wouldn’t want to be inhospitable!” He whistles and calls out a name: “Milena!”

A dark-haired, nude **** enters, eyes downcast. She has an extraordinary hourglass figure, with large round breasts, a narrow waist, and full hips. Darius jerks his head at you. “Pleasure Gaius there with your mouth.”

Milena bobs her head submissively to Darius, then crosses to you and moves your toga aside. Without a word she begins working your cock, using lips, teeth, tongue, and hand to bring you to the edge in minutes. You moan and play with her nipple idly as she works, lost in the sensation.

A few moments later, Darius yanks himself out of Coblaith. As she gasps for air, tears and some saliva running down her face, he unloads his seed onto her with a long groan. “Ahhhhhhhh! Yes, that’s it. Fuck. Take it all, you Pictish whore.” Coblaith remains on her knees, chest heaving, as he unloads on her, but when he’s done and she starts to rise he puts a hand on her head to stop her. “Not yet. You almost ready, Gaius?”

You guess what he has in mind and grin. “Am I? Your Milena here could rival Cleopatra.” You pull her off your cock with a wet pop, and stride over, cock in hand, to Darius and Coblaith. With a groan, you jerk yourself the last few strokes to orgasm, adding your cum to Darius on Coblaith’s face. Darius holds her head still, the better for you to aim in the process.

“Yes, that’s it,” he hisses to Coblaith. “A final gift from your first Roman master! But the just the first of many you’ll receive in this house, no doubt.” You sigh as you finish, wipe your cock on Coblaith’s face, and go don your toga again as Darius does the same.

As you’re both finished dressing, he snaps his fingers at Milena. “Take the Pict away, clean her up, and give her quarters. Not a word to anyone, though—she’s a gift for father’s celebration.” Milena nods, and pulls Coblaith up, leading the slightly unsteady Pictish girl (now mostly blind thanks to your spunk) into the house. Darius frowns as he watches them leave.

“I regret giving into that temptation somewhat...slaves do talk, you know, so who knows what father will think if he ever hears of this. Ah, well. He can hardly be outraged at his son’s virility! Thank you again, Gaius. I truly think she’ll make an excellent gift.”