Not yet...

The sight of the Gaul's pale ass quivering as you fuck her throat is too much to resist (or is it just that you don't want to resist?). You jerk Betua back off your cock, eliciting a gasp and a wet pop as you withdraw from her mouth. Unceremoniously you drag her to her feet and push her down onto the couch you were lying on before. She lands on her hands and knees, and whimpers as you push her head down onto the couch, leaving her ass and pussy exposed to the air...and your attentions.

Your cock is already moist from the ****'s mouth, so you plunge into her pussy with little foreplay. Betua shrieks slightly as you ram into her, but you're lost in the throes of passion, and continue pumping away. Her haunches quiver with each of your thrusts as you ream her forcefully. "Ahh! D-dominus...please..."

With a growl you pick up the pace, garnering an actual yelp this time, before you finally explode and paint her womb with your seed. Thank every god for silphium - you have no need to worry about impregnating the Gaul.

Betua remains huddled on the bed, tears glistening on her cheeks, as you pull your dripping cock out of her. She jerks when you slap her ass. "Up, ****. If you'd rather avoid such treatment, learn to service me well the first time. Now, go and fix me some breakfast of...well, whatever we have left over from last night, I suppose. Don't dawdle."

Betua gets stiffly to her feet and goes to do as you say - you smirk slightly as you see some of your seed running down her leg. Well, she won't forget that in a hurry. Wiping yourself clean, you cross to the balcony and pull back the curtain, stepping out onto the roof of your home's first story. Below you, Rome is already abuzz. Your home stands on the slopes of one the Quirinal Hill; not in the center of town by any means, but it's still a part of the old city. You idly splash some water on your face from a jug nearby to clear your eyes, and consider the day before you. As a nobleman, even a minor one, in your majority, you don't have many urgent duties pressing on you; your family fortune is enough to sustain your day-to-day living, even if you would like to have more coin for lavish expenses, like your birthday party. But you're a young man of ambition, and in your heart you hope to climb to the very top of Rome's social order.

The question is...where to begin that step.