You make allies

The ranks of the legion happily accept you as their new commander as they’re filled in on the details of your coup.

“The old general was a total bitch, so I get it,” added one Centurion. As the night progresses, your eyes start to grow heavy. You order the soldiers to bed, bringing Theodora and Boudicca into your tent with you. The three of you settle in for the night

“Ya know, Throaticus, *SCHLURP SCLURP SCHLURP*” says Boudicca, schlepping furiously at your cock. Her and Theodora are snuggled up on either side of you in your sleeping bag. She hands your shaft off to Theodora. “Ya really outta be careful for a while. Livia and Octavia were general Elira’s closest advisors.”

“*SCHLUCK SCHLUCK* It’s true,” chokes Theodora. “And not to mention, *GUCK* you need allies in camp. The general is a very dangeroush position, eshpecially for shomeone who *CRRCCCCHKKKKK* just joined recently.”

“What do u suggest, unhhhh, I do?” you sigh, caressing Theodora’s golden locks in your hand. She spits your cock out and slides her lips down the side of your shaft, up and down, up and down. Boudicca joins her, the two of them alternating up, down, up, down, in rhythm.

“Mmh’well firsht of all,” Boudicca slurps. “Ya don’t know anyshing about running an *MMPH* army.”

“She’sh right,” chimes Theodora. “You need a war counshel.” Boudicca slides up and over your tip, pushing her lips down to your stump. You grab the back of her head and buck a few times before releasing her.

“Mmguh…” Boudicca moans, swallowing her spit. She grabs your tip and jerks it hard and fast. “Theodora and me already talked, if ya want us on the counsel we’ll do it. But ya need more than just us if you’re wanting to make it very far.”

Theodora fondles your balls from underneath, massaging her sticky spit into your skin. “Octavia and Livia are the daughters of blue blood Patricians. If you can win their loyalty you could become one of the most powerful generals in the Legions, hell, in the right circumstances…” She pauses to suck your tip. “You could find yourself as a prime candidate for Augustus.”

You ponder for a moment while Theodora throats your shaft. Boudicca takes your whole sack in her mouth, swishing your balls back and forth between her cheeks.

“So if Octavia and Livia were so loyal to the old general, wouldn’t they wanna kill me? After I did in their old general?” You say at last.

Theodora hilts you in her throat and pulls your balls up to her chin. “Mmph, mmguhmmphh mmm, CRRRRCCCHHHKKKK!”

“What did she say?” you ask Boudicca. Theodora bounces her head quickly about an inch from your pelvis.

“She says that general Elira used to pit them against each other. They’re fiercely competitive, and if they think they can further their careers, they’ll do just about anything.” Theodora gulps in agreement.

“Pit them against each other, huh. I think I can figure that out,” you mumble. “Hold on.” Your thighs begin to tense up, and you brace your fingers on the back of Theodora’s head. She jerks her head up and down, **** out sticky globs of spit that run down your legs. Boudicca scoots behind her, bracing both hands on the back of Theodora’s skull.

“C-c-cumming soon…” you groan. “NOW!” On your count, Boudicca drops her weight on Theodora’s head, smushing her lips flat against your body. She shakes her head back and forth as you throb in her throat. Overstimulated, you grab and rip at your sleeping bag until your pulses cease.

Boudicca lifts Theodora up when she’s sure you’re done, wrapping her fingers around Theodora’s chin. With great effort, Theodora swallows the leftover semen that didn’t make it down her throat, waggling her tongue in front of you after exhaling.

“GULP, ahhhhh….” she sighs, before collapsing into Boudicca’s fondling arms.

“Well, we better get some shut eye…” she groans. “We have quite a bit of marching ahead of us…”