Howling at the Full Moon Ch 3
The threequel no one but me asked for –– OR –– a luxurious, gratuitous chapter of Commodus pampering you
Pairing: Commodus x Reader
Warnings: smut, but like prolonged, foreplay-heavy smut. light choking kink. light d/s. fingering, no p in v penetration. not beta’d :)
“My love, you are in need of some attention, I believe.” Commodus purred in your ear when he felt you shift awake in bed. You stretched, luxuriating in the looseness in your limbs and the warmth that was radiating from Commodus, who was currently pressed against your back. You felt his hard member pressed into the clothed curve of your ass, but he didn’t seem interested in doing more than holding you close as you woke from your dreams. Waking up to Commodus holding you had lately become a treat. He’d become so busy with his duties as Emperor, planning major changes to better Rome, which delighted you, even as they required Commodus to work from early dawn to late in the evenings most days. You took full advantage of the luxury, shimmying out of your shift, rolling onto your stomach, and looking at Commodus with puppy eyes until he let out a small huff and straddled your waist, starting to massage your neck and shoulders. The concubines Commodus had before you eclipsed his life goaded about his golden tongue (which was true), but none of them got to receive the pleasure of his golden hands, kneading their muscles perfectly. Commodus’ hands dug into your shoulders, perfectly rough, drawing moans from you that were better suited to other activities. When he had meticulously worked out the knots of your shoulders and neck, his hands continued their work down your spine. He was softer here, not wanting to injure you. Instead, he dug his fingernails into the soft skin of your back, pulling the tension from you like he wanted to claw it away. You were lost in the stinging pleasure, both pushing and pulling away. You both fell into a rocking motion with the movements of his hands. You let out moans, sighs, and even soft grunts. Commodus, in turn, groaned in pleasure and dug his nails deeper.
When you were sure your back was red raw, Commodus moved on to the globe of your ass. You knew how much Commodus loved your ass, and he would claim every opportunity he had to remind you. He alternated between massaging the soft flesh and giving you harsh smacks that reverberated through you. You couldn’t decide which you loved more. “you have haunted me with another poem, my love. Do you wish to hear it?” Commodus growled. He had convinced himself that he didn’t come up with the lyrics, it was you, haunting him until he put his love into words. Maybe he was right. You hummed in pleasure and sighed out a “yes please, my lord” he took a slow breath, letting time take it’s own pace. Then,
“And let her hair fall across her cheek
Her smile bright as moonlight and free as the
Beasts within my chest that claw
To feed off her I would be forever full
Give her a feast in return.”
He cleared his throat then, letting you know he was done. You found it cute the way he would be so clearly uncomfortable immediately after being so vulnerable. You just felt honored that he shared such vulnerability with you anyway. You enjoyed the silence, letting Commodus collect himself as he pleased. His hands still roamed along your skin, trembling slightly, though now, they were gentle and adoring without a trance of the primal force he had used before. You shivered under his touch, delighting in the sensation. Commodus’ hands became steadier. Gently, you rolled over underneath him. Now looking up into Commodus’ face you saw fear in his eyes. You terrified him, by how deeply he loves you and the feelings you draw out of him. You reached a soft hand up to him and he obligingly leaned down, pressing a kiss to your palm, while never losing eye contact.
You let your fingers caress his ear and his eyes slipped shut. You took your time, letting the moment draw out. You tried to commit every detail to memory, knowing you could paint a thousand canvases and never fully capture it. The way the golden air lit Commodus hair in a halo, the shadow that fell across his bright eyes. Even more, no picture could every contain the feeling of heavy relaxation filling your body, nor the way your heart was fighting to burst your chest. This moment was perfect, and since you could not capture it, you could only savor it.
After an eternity of this stillness, you both moved together, stretching as you rose together from the bed. Commodus draped himself over you, shielding you from the cold air of the room, though he did reluctantly have to break away from you to order a hot bath and delicacies from the servi stationed outside the chamber doors. In the interim, he gathered a lush silk robe and some olive oil. Letting you lead the way to the baths room, he took your hand and guided you to sit on a stool padded with furs. He knelt down before you and took one of your feet into his hands. He dug his nails into the arch of your foot, pressing kisses as he went. Seeing Commodus like this was more addictive than any drink. The emperor on his knees before you, massaging your feet with oil and pressing sweet kisses into your skin. Though you realized later than someone must have come with water for your bath and to bring a decadent tray of meats, cheese, and olives as well as a jug of wine and glasses, you couldn’t attend to anything but the king at your feet.
When Commodus had finished his work, he stood and pulled you with him. He helped you lower into the steaming water. You couldn’t refrain a moan from escaping your lips at the sensation of the hot water lapping at your sensitive skin. You felt every scratch mark from earlier, now burning in a pleasurable fire across your back. Commodus made a noise at the sight of your back but said nothing. Instead, he began stroking along your skin, softly working soap into a rich lather. He supported you as he instructed you to lean back against the wall of the basin. You were now submerged up to your neck in the steaming water. Commodus made his way to the side of the tub and let his arm dipped into the water, stroking along your thigh–which you parted readily. His fingers caressed your skin, teasing but not yet reaching where you wanted most.
“Please, Commodus.” You whined, wanting what he wasn’t yet giving you.
“Please, Commodus what, princess?” He goaded, his eyes shining with mirth.
“Please, Commodus I need your fingers in me nowww,” you begged
“hmmmm, well I suppose since you asked so nicely….” he croons, slipping one finger inside you. It felt so good, but nowhere near enough. You clenched around his finger, earning a chuckle from your lover. While you were dying of neglect, Commodus was watching you with heavy-lidded eyes. Watching you made him lose control. His lower lip was open in a needy pout as he felt you clench around him. He took his time pumping in and out of you, still only giving you one finger. You wanted to beg him for more but you decided to let him decide the pace. Fully relaxing into the sensation, you lay back, relaxed your shoulders, and just let the waves of pleasure wash over you as the hot water of the bath lapped at your skin.
You felt every smooth push and pull of Commodus’ finger, which seemed to be mimicking (or causing) the rocking motion of the water. While you were delighting in the sensations and Commodus’ attention, you weren’t chasing an orgasm and it showed in the relaxed pace the two of you felt. It was unhurried, and you knew Commodus was enjoying playing with you just as much as you were. When the water had begun to go from hot to lukewarm, Commodus helped you out of the bath, immediately enveloping you in a luxurious towel. He took his time massaging you with the fabric, drying you completely before letting the towel fall around your feet, leaving you standing bare. He took a jar of olive oil, pouring a generous pool in his hands. He rubbed his palms together to warm the oil before smoothing his palms flat across your shoulders. His hands were shockingly hot compared to the cool air of the room, causing you to jump before relaxing into his touch. Working every inch of your skin, he kneaded the oil into your muscles. He started standing behind you, growing more and more possessive, curling his arms around you, caging you in as his slick hands explored your soft breasts. You moaned as he paid extra attention to your tender nipples, pinching, pulling, and caressing. You were melting in his arms, but he had you. He moved one arm to wrap around your waist, taking your weight so you could lean fully back into him.
He re-oiled his hand and ran one slick finger from the valley of you chest all the way up to your neck, letting his palm flatten out over your throat. You gulped, feeling the warmth of his hand press in resistance. He wasn’t quite choking you, but it would definitely be difficult to take a full breath. The hand on your waist travelled lower just as Commodus backed both of you up, sitting down on the fur-covered stool, pulling you on to his lap, your legs spread over his thighs. From this position, he had full control of your body. You relaxed back against him and let him take care of you.
he dipped his fingers in oil, letting the excess drip down to your sensitive belly, running in glossy rivers on your soft skin. Spreading the oil across his hands, he ran both palms along your thighs, his fingertips barely grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The pressure of his hands increased as he massaged the oil into your skin. While you loved the sight of his hands adoring you, you let your eyes slip shut and you head fall back against his throat. Without the distraction of sight, you felt every touch amplified, sending waves and sparks of color across your eyelids. You jumped when Commodus’ nail grazed your thigh, causing you to jump a little and making Commodus chuckle. His left hand traveled up from your thigh, squeezing your hip, caressing his palm flat up across your belly and up all the way to your throat where his grip tightened slightly.
His right hand disappeared from your thigh, leaving cool air behind. Before you could complain, his hand returned, this time going directly to your clit, dripping in oil. You were overwhelmed with the sensation after being teased and denied for so long. You wantonly moaned, bucking up into his hand. Commodus pulled his hand back and slapped your pussy, causing your eyes to fly open with a gasp.
“Honeybee, I’m going to take care of you, you just have to let me.” He purred in your ear, momentarily tightening his hand on your throat. All you could do was nod, murmuring apologies and promises that you would be still. His hand went back to your clit, this time teasing around the sensitive bud without directly touching your clit. He carried on with this until you relaxed once again, submitting to his attention. When you were mewling into his throat, his finally dragged his thumb against your clit, pressing down with more pressure than his previously light touches. You were making breathy gasps against Commodus’ throat and it was driving him insane. Holding you tightly to him, he began to play with your clit at a furious pace. The relaxed pace of the morning was thrown out the window as your growing orgasm made your blood turn to fire and had you antsily fighting for some form of release. As you squirmed on Commodus lap, you felt his hard cock pressing into your lower back. Commodus, who was happy to indulge you, let you continue your movements grinding back on his dick. You felt his hand loose rhythm for just a second, but it was enough to let you know he was close to coming, himself.
As the heat in your center grew, your breaths came out in harsh gasps, matching Commodus. When you were sure any longer would tear you apart, the pleasure became too much and you both tipped over into bliss. You felt Commodus come in a hot wave on your lower back, as your own orgasm rocked through you, causing you to clench Commodus’ hand between your thighs. As the waves of pleasure ebbed, you finally caught your breath. You let out a long, satisfied sigh and Commodus huffed in agreement. Commodus slipped out from beneath you. Before you could miss his warmth, he was back with a soft wet washcloth. He had you lean forward while he wiped off his seed. Then, he pulled you up by his side and swept into your chambers. When he was satisfied that you were comfortably wrapped in the bed, he disappeared beck into the bath room, returning quickly with the wine. He joined you in bed and poured you both a glass of the ruby-red wine.
“My king,” you said softly in between a sip of rich wine “would it be too scandalous if we went back to bed so soon in the day? I can’t say I feel like much aside from laying gin your arms.” You asked with a teasing grin. Commodus stroked your cheek, tucked a lock of hair away from your face, and cupped your cheek. “My queen,” he said, smiling adoring down at you “there is nothing that could tear me from your side.”
