Playful Plans

You grin as you leave the bath section of your tent, Artemis hot on your heels. You are, of course, clothed in nothing and merely willed the water off of you but that isn’t important.

“What is that?” Asked Artemis as she took note of the changes in your tent. There really was only one change, and that was the well crafted wooden horse positioned in the middle of it.

“That is a little something I’ve been working on . . . err, not with my hands . . . you get the idea” you say. Artemis frowned as she walked up to it and took note of its features.

“Why is there a stick right where the rider would be?” she asked as she ran a hand over it. The ‘horse’ was smaller than a real horse, but other than that you had designed it to be smooth and comfortable for the user.

“That’s not a stick” you say with a smirk, Artemis went wide eyed as she realised it looked a lot like a cock. “It’s for a rather nude female” you add with a smirk. “The ‘neck’ of the horse is round and smooth so you can wrap your arms around it comfortably, and just wide enough so you can press your body into it” you explain. “Speaking of the body, the platforms there are for your feet so you can ride the horse and the back section is weighted down a bit so your entire body can be on the neck of the horse” you continue. “It’s designed to give the girl using it the ride of her life” you finish, giving the wooden horse a spank on its polished arse.

“If this was at Troy, I’d have come down from Olympus and personally blessed the Greeks” Artemis muttered as she inspected the device. “What if I want the uhh, cock to be longer?” she asked.

“That? Simple” you reply as you return to the posterior of the beast. You get your fingers under the right butt cheek and open the compartment which revealed a hand crank. Cranking the hand crank one way increased the length while the other decreased the length.

“Whoa, machinery, haven’t seen something like this since Athens, and nobody thought to turn it into women's pleasure devices” Artemis admired as she adjusted the length of the horse’ appendage to her liking. “You don’t mind me trying this right?” She asked.

“I built it for you” you say casually as you conjure a nice comfy lounge recliner to watch the show. You really are impressed with your creation, sitting at a meter and a half in length and just under two meters from ‘head’ to ‘hoof’ it was a compact little beast.

Artemis mounted the beast, slowly, sensually, sliding down the shaft of the horse’ cock, sighing with pleasure as she did so. She squirmed in the saddle of the horse a little as she got comfy before leaning forward, putting her weight on her legs and using the neck of the horse for support. Now in place, she began to gyrate, sliding up and down wooden shaft. You watched as she bit her lip, pleased hums escaping past her teeth and she began to speed up. You couldn’t help take a hand to your own shaft as you watched the dazzling display of carnality in front of you. You could see the sweat form on her skin as her pace took its toll and her hums got louder, sounding ever closer to actual moans. She let her hands slide forward, wrapping her arms around the horse’s neck and rubbing her breasts into its wooden flesh. Now she was moaning, loud and clear, as she pounded herself upon the horse’s cock, her body glistening with sweat from her exertion.

At last, you saw the goddess’ muscles tense, her hairs raise and she gripped the horse’s neck tight as she slammed herself upon the cock with the fury of one teetering on the edge of orgasm. She cried her orgasmic bliss into the ear of her equine companion and seized up on it’s shaft. After a few seconds of her spasming muscles, you watched her body relax, the tension bleeding out of her muscles and a pleased sigh escaping her lips. She gyrated herself a little, getting the last tingles of her orgasm out before relaxing completely into the neck of the wooden horse and basking in the afterglow, the cock still inside of her.

“Am I interrupting anything?” came the gruff voice of Strabo, quietly standing at the entrance of the tent and politely studying the floor.

“Not at all, I just finished” Artemis sighed, still snuggling her new best friend. You grin as you get up, pulling a tunic on that you conjured before moving over to greet the man.

“Step into my war room” you say and wave your hand, causing a new room to magically appear off of the main one. Strabo blinked at this display of your power before striding forward as if he was headed for the new room in the first place. You aren’t bothered enough to explain how a zipper worked so this room just had heavy curtains for a door.

Inside the room was fairly simple, foldout chairs dotted the outside of the room with cushions piled up in one corner. The center of the room was dominated by a table that had multiple rolled up maps sitting on the map of the world. Strabo frowned as he looked at it, possibly noting the land masses he would have had no knowledge of beforehand.

“So, what did you want to talk about” you asked as you folded out a chair and sat down.

“It is of some concern that we are beginning to attract volunteers from around the area” Strabo began as he scanned through the scrolls until he found one with a map of the local area. “This means that the enemy is aware of our presence and thus can march on us at any time” he explained “I suspect the only reason he hasn’t is that they think we are just another mercenary band and not an actual rebel uprising” he continued

“I take it you want us to act the part?” you asked, sitting forward. You are almost ashamed you didn’t think of this yourself.

“Exactly” Strabo agreed before stretching out the map he had selected, using some stones conveniently on the table to hold the scroll open. “Lots of merchant travel is done via the roads, carts laden with spices from the Greeks and Sassanids come from Brundisium, and the all too precious food coming from the Tuscan farms out west is **** to the barbarians we once called Foederati” he told you, indicating roads on the map.

“With some proper trained soldiers, those **** caravans may be protected, especially the food so sorely needed” he continued “I would like your permission to begin forming Contubernium and sending them out on contracts with merchants taking the roads” he finished, straightening up and looking you dead in the eye.

“That’s an eight man unit isn’t it?” you ask as you sit back in your chair.

“It is, yes, but I want to make it a ten man unit” he replied.

“Why the extra two soldiers?” you ask, frowning.

“They will need their own support personnel, so having their own dedicated scout and armourer will be necessary” he explained and you nodded.

“That would require a larger animal than the mules the legion is used to using” you mention as you think on the subject some.

“I’m sure we have an adequate supply of anything we need” was the immediate reply from the venerable soldier.

“Living creatures might be a different story, I’ll see what I can do” you say as you think on the subject. You weren’t given clear instructions on whether you could create new creatures or not so you’d need to experiment, and maybe get Art’s help.

“If there is no real objections” Strabo commented, trailing off.

“Congratulations, I am promoting you to the rank of Praetor” you begin. Strabo frowned in response “I’m aware it’s a Senate rank, but I make up the ranks here and I say it means you are in charge of the military, you report to me and only me and I’m giving you free reign to deploy our soldiers on mercenary contracts. With the only mandate that they do not explicitly involve fighting” you explain to the man who stood up straight as a ramrod and nodded.

“Fighting will be involved in these contracts” Strabo warned.

“Come what may, fighting will be the norm, let us get some experience now but seek it out on our terms, as opposed to the terms of others” you said. Feeling rather poetic all of a sudden. “If that is all, you may leave” you say, dismissing the man who nodded. It was at this point moans began filtering in through the curtain that Strabo had drawn after entering. The newly appointed Praetor of your armies stood there facing the cloth barrier between him and Art’s display of carnality and sighed.

“Perhaps you would like to go over some of the routes our soldiers will be taking?” Strabo asked, looking at you with a hopeful expression. You laughed at the man’s loss of composure.

“You know this is exactly what she wants right?” you ask the man who merely nodded with another sigh. Another moment of staring at the drawn curtain and then Strabo drew himself up, squared himself away, parted the curtain and marched on out like he was on military parade.