You manipulate Octavia and Livia

You wait for Theodora and Boudicca to fall asleep, which they do fairly quickly. You sneak out of your tent quietly without waking them up. As if you could, Boudicca’s snores are so loud the tent shakes.

Octavia and Livia’s tent is nearby, only a 4-5 minute walk from your own. You shake its flap gently to see if anyone’s awake.

Octavia opens the door, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Clad in a white bra and matching panties, she stands in front of the entrance with a look of apprehension on her face. “It’s past midnight, why are you still awake?” she asks in a gravely voice.

“Having trouble sleeping,” you say nonchalantly. “This whole ‘general’ thing is pretty new to me, and I’m having trouble wrapping my head around it. May I come in?”

Octavia, still squinting from being woken up, pulls back the flap and invites you in. She lights her oil lamp and sits down on her sleeping bag; you follow suit and squat down on the floor.

You begin, “I hope you don’t have any hard feelings about the old general. I understand you guys were close?”

“Well, we were her two closest advisors. She could be kind of a bitch, but you know, you spend enough time around somebody you kind of develop a bond with them,” she mumbles. “But duty comes first, and you’re in charge now.” Livia is asleep in the corner, rolled over on her side, her titty hangs out of her bra ever so slightly.

“Well thank you for saying that,” you say. “How is Livia taking this? I understand that she especially was really close with the general.”

“What do you mean her especially?” Octavia says with an annoyed look in her eye. “We were equally close with her.”

Your eye twinkles at her indignance. “Well that’s what I heard around camp. I even heard…” You lean in for dramatic effect. “They had a ‘special relationship…’ if you catch my drift.”

Olivia gasps at your suggestion. “Livia and Elira had nothing between them that I didn’t have too. Like I said, we were equally close with her.” She crosses her arms and holds her head up high.

“So it’s true! You guys had sex with her?!” You whisper, careful not to wake Livia up yet.

“I-Yes,” she stammers. “But it’s not like they’re saying it was, as a matter of fact *I* was Elira’s favorite. She could barely keep her hands off of me.”

“What did you guys do for her? Tell me more,” you say hastily.

“Well… I would go down on her. A lot. Take the stress off you know? And I’m VERY good at it, believe me.” She looks you in the eye when she says this, leaning forward and touching your hand with hers.

“If you were so much better than her at it,” you say, “How come I only heard about her?”

Octavia scoffs at your suggestion. “What, you don’t believe me? Why don’t I PROVE it to you then!” Octavia fumbles at the waist of your armor, pulling it down to your ankles. ‘This is going exactly as planned,’ you think to yourself.

Freeing your snake from its cage, she wraps her fingers around the base. She slides her tongue up the underside of your shaft, looks you directly in the eye and wrapping her lips around the tip. You suck your teeth and place your hand gently on the back of her head.

Octavia wasn’t lying, she’s good. She almost effortlessly throats you to the balls, all the down and all the way up again. She grabs your cock with two hands and slurps at your head, twisting her hands around the shaft. You moan from her sucking, perhaps a bit louder than you should have.

“What the… What the fuck is going on in here! Octavia you SLUT!” Livia sits up in her sleeping bag, your moaning had woken her up. “He’s been general for what, four hours, and you’re already sucking his cock?”

“Oh *I’M* the slut!” Octavia shouts. “Coming from the one who was going around telling people she fucked Elira better than me?!” She uses your cock as an extension of her hands, gesturing and pointing with it.

“Octavia, I could fuck Elira better than you and you know it.”

“You fucking BITCH!!!” Octavia lunges at Livia, grabbing her hair and pulling. The two girls start a mini cat-fight, pulling hair and throwing wild girl-punches. You let them squabble for a minute before clearing your voice.

“LADIES!!!” You shout. The two beauties stop fighting immediately, almost mesmerized. “I hate watching two beautiful women fight like this. How about a bet, whoever can make me cum gets to be a part of my war counsel. Since that’s what you’re fighting about,” you add with a mischievous grin.

“That sounds great to me, I’ll make you cum in no time Throaticus,” Livia begins, shoving Octavia out of the way. Livia pulls down the strap on her bra, revealing two soft, perky breasts for your pleasure. You reach down and grab one, caressing it and holding the nipple between your fingers. She whimpers and swallows 5 inches of your throbbing manhood. Octavia laughs before yanking Livia’s hair.

“You can’t even deepthroat it! God you suck at this, move,” Octavia scoffs, tossing Livia to the side. She crams your cock into her mouth and wraps her hands around your buttcheeks. With great effort, she pulls you towards her face, burying your dick in her gullet. She gags once before slowly lifting her head up, staring at you with puppy dog eyes and exhaling with a *MMGH-GUHHH…* .

Livia, irked now, shoulder checks Octavia out of the way. “I wasn’t trying to deepthroat it, dumbass,” she says indignantly. Livia grasps to base of your cock, hilting it slowly and raising her head back up three times. She jerks your cock with one hand and kisses the bottom of your sack. “And for your information, I can do it without gagging, unlike someone here.”

Octavia grabs your cock underneath of Livia’s hand, stroking it in sync with her. “Guys like when you gag on it. Isn’t that right Throaticus?” She coos, protruding her luscious lips out for you to see.

“Let the record show, I do like when you gag on it,” you say in a groan. The girls stroke your cock harder, each trying to please you more than the other.

“You like me better, don’t you Throaticus?” Livia coos, pulling your dick to her side. Octavia grimaces at her and yanks your dick in her direction.

“No, he likes me better. Right Throaticus?” she moans, jerking your dick harder. You sit up a little bit, their stroking is getting a bit tight and you feel a bit caught in the middle of their fight.

“No you fucking slut, he likes me better,” Livia growls. The girls are pulling your dick opposite ways, it’s starting to hurt.

“As if! Throaticus is gonna dump a hot, steamy load in my tight little throat. Let go so I can swallow him,” Octavia barks.

“You can have him after I finish sucking him off,” Livia sneers. She wraps her other hand around your dick and pulls, you feel as if this has gone on long enough.

You stand up and glare down at them. “Both of you shut the fuck up right now! You’re both Centurions in the legion, and here you are fighting like a couple of spoiled teenagers!” They kneel at attention with their hands in their lap, bashfully staring at the floor.

“An army needs to be able to work together,” you lecture, pacing the floor with your cock still out in the open. “And if you can’t work together, I can’t have EITHER of you on my counsel.”

“That is unfair!” Octavia protests. “Livia started this by telling lies around camp!”

Livia scoffs at her remark. “I didn’t tell any lies around camp. People simply repeat what they see.” Octavia’s eyes smoulder, but she holds her tongue this time, balling her fists on her knees instead.

“I dont care if Livia went around camp telling everyone your mother was a whore! You two are in charge of a hundred soldiers each, and I can’t have you fucking up missions because of catty bullshit!” You growl sternly. Octavia sniffles, a tear drops onto the floor.

“We’re sorry commander. I promise to be better…” she whines.

“Good girl. And you Livia?” you add tersely. Livia nods her head in agreement, too choked up to speak. “Good. Now come suck my cock, I want the two of you to work together this time.”

The two girls, ashamed at their behavior earlier, walk over to you on their hands and knees, kneeling together at your feet. Almost in sync, they each wrap a hand around your cock and grab a ball between their lips, sucking and stroking in unison. You place a hand on the back of both of their heads, marveling at how effective they are as a team.

Octavia and Livia work their way up your shaft, sliding their tongues up synchronously. They meet at the head and tongue kiss each other through your tip. You moan as they slurp away like two lesbian porn stars. Livia lets Octavia take the lead, sliding in behind her as she swallows your cock to the base. Octavia, gagged by your cock, looks up at you and crosses her eyes; Livia kneels behind her and mimics her expression, waggling her tongue in the air to boot.

Octavia bounces her head quickly, retracting when she runs out of air. Livia swoops in as soon as your cock leaves her mouth, swallowing your cock like Octavia did. Octavia places her hands on Livia’s head, not thrusting her but rather hanging onto it, mimicking Livia’s Ahegao face. Livia flinches as a strand of spit drops into her eye, but she continues throating you vigorously.

The Centurions take turns switching places, pumping five or ten times and then handing it off to the other. Your balls begin to lift, you can feel an orgasm approaching.

“Both of you start jerking it. That’s an order,” you bark. Octavia spits you out, they put their tongues together on the tip and jerk you aggressively, each with one hand on your shaft and the other on your scrotum, moving together like a well oiled machine. You brace your hands on the back of their heads, they bobble your tip back and forth between the outside walls of their cheeks.

The muscles in your stomach tighten; you spray their faces with a thick white facial. They giggle at your grunting, taking turns pointing your throbbing cock at each other’s faces. Almost unable to open their eyes, they turn and kiss each other sensually, swapping your sweet semen between their mouths.

“Well this makes my decision easy,” you pant. “I want both of you on my counsel. Tomorrow morning, meet me at my tent. Theodora and Boudicca will be there as well.” The girls smile and nod with their lips still locked together.

You dress and walk out of the tent, it’s quite late and finally time for you to get some shuteye. Theodora, who evidently had been eavesdropping on you, greets you with a smile.

“Maybe you’re gonna be better at this than I thought,” she giggles.

You wink at her. “Divide and Conquer.” She wraps her arm around yours, and the two of you walk back to your tent together.