Page 11 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

Jasmin

I came awake with a shaky gasp, my skin itching and my lungs struggling in remembered distress. Yashan’s soothing voice washed over me almost immediately, and my body relaxed, sinking back into the warmth that cradled my back and side.

I still remembered the cold of the water as it sapped my strength, and Yashan’s steadfastness as he tried to keep me warm and afloat.

Blinking open my eyes, I tried to make sense of my surroundings, confused at first by the pockmarked floor, the scorch marks that dotted the cell, and the claw marks that had cut furrows into nearly every surface.

This cell was bigger, but there was nothing in it.

Except for Yashan, I was lying in his lap, his muscular thighs pillowing my body, my head tucked up against his wide chest. “Jasmin, are you alright?” he asked, silver eyes glinting in the dark.

His cheeks were dotted with a soft pink.

Contentedness? He seemed more relaxed than before, though he’d always had a calming presence.

Taking inventory of my body quickly, I gave him a nod.

“Think so. Just a little itchy skin from the cold. It’s warmer here.

” And his lap was like a furnace, delicious.

I didn’t want to leave it, but I felt a need to get some distance.

When I curled my fingers around his nearest shoulder to leverage myself up, I noticed the odd position of his arms.

They were all pulled partially up and to the sides, manacles shackling each thick wrist—a chain hooking him to the wall. Yashan gave me a rueful smile when he saw me notice them. “Only way they trusted me to be alone in the cell with you. Can’t have the aging gladiator spoil the master’s new toy.”

I tried to ignore the horrible part of that statement and focused on the word aging.

That was crazy, I would have thought Yashan was younger than me, and I was in my late thirties.

“How old are you?” I asked. I’d levered myself up, but now I was sideways in his lap and at eye height.

Those silver orbs were absolutely breathtaking, and I kinda just froze, looking at him.

The dots that patterned his cheeks were turning a darker shade of pink, but I had no clue yet what pink meant—at least, not until I realized he was growing hard beneath my bottom. Oh boy. Was it pink for arousal?

His voice was a husky drawl that made my toes curl in my still-soggy boots.

“Forty-three cycles this summer.” He tilted his head so that I could see more of the strong column of his neck, the rounded, so very human-looking curve of his wine-red ears.

If not for the dots and the skin color, his face was much like a human’s.

It was reassuringly familiar. And that sharp jawline was just begging for some nibbles.

“Ah, only a few years older than me. Are you calling me old too?” I asked, a smile teasing at my lips.

His silver eyes went wide, the pink dots briefly flashing white—which I knew meant shock.

I took that as a compliment; he didn’t think I was that old.

Shaking his head, he stared intensely at my face, his eyes lingering at the corners of my eyes, on my lips, brushing almost like a caress along my jawline.

I would have felt self-conscious if not for the fact that those pink dots were turning darker by the second, and his cock was growing harder beneath my ass.

At this point, any thoughts of creating distance between us had flown right out the window. This guy was so different from Okar, Greg, or any of my other exes. And he was so goddamn sexy and warm.

“I am only saying I am old for a gladiator,” Yashan offered as an explanation.

“I can no longer keep up with the younger males.” His eyes went distant, and the pink faded from his face into a darker, somber blue.

Not wanting to see the dejection on his face, I found myself leaning in and brushing my cheek against his.

When that made him shiver, I boldly ran my tongue along his stubbly jawline and nibbled just below his ear.

“Jasmin,” he groaned, his arms twitching, making the chains rattle.

But he could move his hips, and they pressed up, rubbing his thick shaft against my bottom, letting me know just how much he desired me, without any shame about it.

Knowing that he couldn’t grab me, that I was the one in complete control, also made this extremely hot.

I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, noting that his spots had turned so dark a pink they were nearly red, fading into the rest of his skin tone.

“Are you okay with this?” I asked him, wanting to make sure.

That prompted a seductive smirk, tilting his luscious lips so that I just had to lean in and kiss him.

In this kiss, he proved he had far more power, taking control of the moment by nipping and nibbling, sliding his tongue against mine.

The rough stubble against my jaw was a sharp contrast to the softness of his mouth.

Wetness pooled between my thighs, and I had to shift my legs so I was straddling him, so that I could grind my core against his erection.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmured, shifting his hips in a slow, pulsing rhythm that drove me crazy.

He felt fantastic—I could come just like this, with him making love to my mouth and giving me just the right friction between my legs.

I wasn’t sure if he could come that way, but I had far more options for getting him off.

Pulling back from his kiss, I had to focus to look around me and properly note just how much privacy we had. Yashan noticed what I was doing and stilled his movements, his breathing coming in rapid pants, his eyes cloudy with desire.

There was a cell across from us, but only one wall was made up of bars.

The cell across was very dark; it didn’t look like there was anyone there.

I didn’t see any movement. “Are we alone?” I asked, my hand already on the tab of my suit.

It was damp, though no longer quite so soggy.

I was all but ready to wiggle out of it so we could get naked together.

Yashan’s tiny loincloth was hardly doing the job of covering his dick now.

Sadly, it was still valiantly clinging on, but I could easily remedy that in a second.

I saw his eyes dart over my shoulder to the cell behind me, then back to me.

He swallowed harshly. “There’s a beast across from us.

” Oh, a beast was alright, I guess. It was quiet, so it was probably sleeping anyway.

My eyes fell on the claw marks that decorated this cell.

If it was the same kind of beast as what they’d kept in here… it was a huge one.

Eyes on the cell behind me for a second longer, I concluded that no one was moving. I couldn’t see this beast. Coming to a decision, I stood up on shaky legs, made eye contact with Yashar, and started pulling down the tab on my suit.

*

Yashan

The sight of Jasmin pulling down the tab on her suit was like a dream.

I couldn’t believe that my lurid fantasies from earlier might very well be coming true in just a moment.

My cock was so hard that it ached, and slick precum had wet my loincloth, outlining my cock head.

Still, I struggled with a twinge of guilt.

By calling the creature across from us a beast, she had decided she was okay with the semi-privacy.

He certainly hadn’t acted like a sentient being, and he looked monstrous enough to resemble an animal more than a man.

Yet I couldn’t quite shake that moment when I’d seen keen intelligence spark in those bright green orbs.

There was a niggling doubt that he might be more like Jasmin and me than she would be comfortable with.

Her suit dropped to the ground then, joining her boots in a soggy pile.

I only had eyes for her soft, tan skin, which looked silky and smooth everywhere.

The only sign of hair was the small, curly thatch that guarded her core.

Her breasts were small, but proud and firm, tipped with dark nipples my mouth watered to taste.

She wasn’t shy when she stepped up to my chained-up form and straddled my legs again, spreading her thighs so I could peek at the glistening folds between them.

My cock twitched eagerly, almost escaping my loincloth, and my abdomen went tense as I struggled to hold back.

She sat down on my thighs, not my cock, keeping enough distance between us that she could eye my barely covered erection.

Both of her small hands were pressing onto my upper shoulders, steadying her as she appraised what I had to offer her.

I hated that I couldn’t reach for her, to pleasure her properly so that she was fully ready for me.

The scent of her arousal in the air was a tantalizing thing; I wanted to taste it.

I wanted to taste those pretty nipples dancing just out of reach.

Then her hand suddenly reached out, and a finger traced across my straining cock.

It was like lightning sizzling through me at that single point of contact.

So sensitive, so needy. She tilted her head, eyes laser-focused, and her small, blunt teeth nibbled on her bottom lip.

She slid her full palm along my length next, and this time, I growled.

“More, please.” I did not care that I was begging; this was worth begging for.

I needed her to touch me everywhere; I needed to touch her.

But these blasted chains wouldn’t let me.

Hmm, maybe those blasted Krektar were on to something after all.

Like this, I couldn’t soil her, but she could definitely do whatever she wanted to me.