Kitty Play Date– Part II (Antony x MC)

This started as a Drabble Challenge with the writing prompt, “But, I thought you didn’t like cats.” With the hiatus, I figured we could use some steamy time with Antony.  This is my first attempt at Smut. Enjoy <3 This one is definitely for the 18+.

Disclaimer: All ACoR characters belong to Pixelberry (excluding Désirée/Desi) and I do not claim any ownership of them.

Summary: A sparing session with Antony was interrupted by Artemis which then leads to an encounter of another kind.

Desi decided to surprise Antony at Pompey’s. Her heart was racing the closer she got realizing he may actually be home. She opened the door where was greeted by Artemis whose barking alerted Antony of her arrival.

“Hey girl! I missed you too.” Desi sat her bag on the ground. She was glad that he took Artemis back since she was no longer at the scholae. She stayed kneeling, patting Artemis between her ears, her tail wagging in excitement. As she was led further inside, Desi spotted something scurry over to the corner near Artemis’ bed.

Before she could investigate further, Antony grabbed her from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He kissed her cheek, his body pressed firmly against her.

“You know people usually wait to be invited in before they enter into someone’s home,” Antony whispered in her ear, gently rocking her side to side.

She smirked lifting his arm above her head as she released his grip. Reluctant to let her go, Antony clenched his teeth as her resistance only enticed him more. Her hair lightly brushed across his face, her scent lingering in his nose. Antony shivered as he thought to himself, “fucking tease.”

“You know,” Desi cautioned, “The only reason the house still yours is because I haven’t taken it from you yet.”

“Oh yea,” Antony laughed. He stood watching her take her bag into the bedroom before returning to the main hall. He enjoyed seeing how comfortable she was there. Though he hated the hold she had on him, she was incredibly skilled in making him feel like the things she wanted also benefited him and was, ultimately, in his best interest to agree to.

Desi paused at the doorway picking up a broom resting against the side table. She pretended to sweep seductively swaying her hips as Antony watched in appreciation.

She raised her eyebrow slightly and with a challenging look, she kicked the center of the broom slashing it in half. “I’ll challenge you for it,” she shouted from across the room scaling the high ceilings and intricate statues on the walls.

Antony was amused, following her eyes until they met with his. “I’d like to see you try, chief”

Desi stepping closer, slowly closing the distance between them. She playfully beat at her chest, mockingly before responding. “Caesar’s great general isn’t afraid of losing again, is he?”

Antony chuckled, his muscles flexing as he refolded his arms. He enjoyed their little sparing sessions, though mostly playful, it became a way of bonding for them. Her fighting style was identical to her father’s which impressed Antony a great deal. She was intuitive with her combat style, always surveying the area for environmental advantages. And for that, he didn’t take it easy on her nor did she need him to. Her training made her a fierce competitor, exhibiting a masterful level of control and skill. He enjoyed being able to share this side of him with her. She was open to his teachings, learning an array of attacks and forms of intimidation. And, in turn, she taught him useful tactics in stealth.

She was a natural and a fast learner too, able to get in a few hits on him. Seeing each other in their element only intensified their desire for one another. No matter who initiated the fight, it always ended the same; with a trail of ripped clothes and sweaty bodies. Either she laid straddled on top of him or she lie pinned beneath him. It wasn’t long before they fell victim to each other’s embrace.

Antony relished in her enthusiasm and welcomed an opportunity to show her up one more time.

His arms still folded, he waved her over to him. “Very well! Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Antony commanded his eyes focused keenly in on the movement of her feet.

She tapped the stick on the ground briefly diverting his attention. However, before she could make her next move Artemis ran into the room jumping up in between them. She landed in Antony’s arms, licking him profusely. A small white cat could be seen circling Antony’s leg.

“Ok…ok! Artemis, Alba…Enough!” Antony raised his hands in the air as if he were surrendering. He took a step backwards picking up the cat who staggered behind him. Antony’s finger scratched under Alba’s chin as she purred. Artemis now running in circles. With one snap of his finger, she halted sitting tall beside him.

Desi joked, “Good timing, girl!” Artemis barked as if she was in on it. Artemis rolled her back as Desi rubbed her stomach before standing up back up. She walked over to Antony to see a beautiful, white cat curled up in his arms. Desi began rubbing her finger along the cat’s cheek as Antony held her steady.

Antony made it very clear in the past that he would never get another pet. Yet, he seemed so comfortable with her. Antony now looking at Desi trying to decide what she was thinking. “Not exactly the best animal to use for hunting, but she gets points for cuteness,” Desi added.

“Hardly.” Antony barely breaking a smile. “Artemis found her lingering outside. I think she may have been Pompey’s. It appears he was too bent on bringing down Caesar to think about what he may be leaving behind. Artemis seems to like the company so I let her stay here. The two of them have been inseparable ever since. And I don’t have the time to be there for Artemis the way I’d like to. It’s comforting knowing she won’t be alone here during my absence.”

Artemis barking in what seemed to be agreement. Antony placed the Alba on the ground as he retrieved some treats for them. “Here you go.” He deliberately threw the treats in the other room leaving him alone with Desi once again.

Desi hopped up to sit on the wall as Antony leaned beside her.

“So are you going to keep Alba?” Desi swung her legs as she waited for Antony’s reply.

“I may” Antony gave a sly grin. He moved over her until he was standing just a few inches away. His hands running up her thighs, exposing them, her legs separating as he slid his hand between them. Antony leaned in pressing his hips against her. “I haven’t decided yet,” his eyes meeting hers as his breathing intensified. Her was heart pounding more with each contact he made with her body. Antony caressed her check, his eyes lingering on the fullness of lips.

She stared up at him adding, “Well I’d like to see her again, but I may need more convincing if you want me to stop by more often.”

Antony’s lips now barely touching hers. With two fingers he tilted her head to the side, sucking and licking along her neck to her collarbone. “You know I’d prefer you by my side” Antony admitted he nibbled on her neck. Relaxing into his touch, the tension in her shoulders melted away causing her dress slid off.  Antony firmly cupped her breast, caressing them as his lips brushing against her shoulder. She missed his touch more than she let on. It seemed each contact he made with her skin left her breathless. Slowly, he removed the pin from her hair watching it fall to her side. His hands now running through her hair, she took a lock and wrapped it around her finger.

“But I thought you didn’t like cats” Desi wondered, Antony’s eyes rested on her as she spoke. His gaze shifted as he looked suggestively at her lips.

With a strong voice he asserted, “I don’t! But none have ever tasted as sweet as yours!”

With her hand in his, he guided her further and further down his chest resting on his navel. He forgot how much he missed her touch, chest rising rapidly as she made her way down. But she didn’t stop there, she couldn’t, she didn’t want to. Easing underneath his toga, she grabbed securely on to him and began jerking, up and down.

“Desi..wait!” Antony groaned, but he didn’t want her to wait. He loved when she took control, it showed him that she longed for him too. After a few strokes, his body became more alert. He began to sway his hips forward, pushing himself in and out of her grip. He liked it a certain way and she knew exactly what to do to drive him mad.

Leading with long and slow strokes, she started to pick up the pace just as he began to adjust. He inhaled sharply as her hands were surprisingly strong, his veins protruding as blood rush down below. His eyes widened seeing her fingers barely able to clasp around the thickness of his shaft. His massiveness was apparent, but somehow she managed to handle all of it. Inside her palms, she could feel him throbbing, pulsating, as he became erect. Her juices building, she fought the urge to touch herself, dripping on the floor beneath her.

He ran a finger across her lips, licking her juices before using the remaining fluid to coat himself. The slickness of his shaft only intensified each twist and tug.

“Fuck” Antony shuttered as her fingers began circling around the tip.

Her rhythm was steady and pace relentless, Antony was finding it difficult to stay still. He was becoming more and more sensitive that the feel of her mouth around him sent an electric sensation throughout his body.

“Mmmmmm,” Antony screamed out, licking his lips tilting his head back as his eyes rolled up. Her hands still at work as her tongue and mouth worked in perfect harmony to nearly consume him.

The sound his moans only aroused her more. Antony’s voice always had that effect on her.  It was the perfect mixture of deep and smooth, couple that with his charisma and he could turn her on just by speaking alone. And his moaning was no different. He was enjoying what she was doing to him and seeing him like this sent her to a frenzy. Feeling him release a little on her tongue, she allowed her hands to take over, allowing him little time to recover before continuing.

“Desi” Antony moaned, his breath quickened as she widened the gap between her legs. He shuttered as the warmth and moisture invited him in. With one tug, she bought him closer inside.

Slamming his hands against the wall behind her, Antony teasingly rubbed his tip between her lips. He wanted to give in right then and there, but instead, he leaned down as if her were going to kiss her. His eyes flickering between strokes he murmured, “I can’t” exhaling slowly in trying to gain control. “…hold it.” As pressure built up inside him, she could feel a warm drip run down her thigh. His body shaking as he moaned and panted grew louder.

“I don’t want you to,” Desi’s eyes connecting with his. And in an instant, Antony exploded almost immediately after hearing that. A flood of milky substance entered her causing her body to jerk. He smiled as he could now catch his breath, preparing himself for round two. He was trying to hold out as long as he could, but it was becoming hard to contain himself. His eyes now locking on hers, his lust was undeniable.

In one swift gesture, Antony ripped the seams of her dress leaving her completely bare from the waist down. He could tell she craved him as much as he did her. Antony kissed her passionately, before biting at her bottom lip, smiling as it snapped back. His eyes slowly moved up to meet hers as he whispered, “How’s that kitty doing anyway?”

Hearing him refer to her as that sent chills down her spine. Antony ran his tongue teasingly over lips with promises of what’s to come. Though stiff, he insisted he take care of her first, straightening up his body to match, he took control. Antony was generous like that. Now that he was taken care of, he was ready to spend as much time as he wanted on her. With firm hands, he re-positioned her on the wall.

“Don’t move” Antony asserted as his arms held her wrists in place, he made his way down on his knees. He began sucking and biting as he explored the sensitive areas of her inner thigh, alternating between each side before making his way to her center. He paid close attention to her, measuring her enjoyment by how many times and how hard she pulled his hair. Purposefully, he prolonged each lick causing her to push his head back down to finish. As the temperature rose inside her, it felt like her heart was pounding out of her chest.

She felt herself losing control of her limbs, her toes beginning to curl up, she scrambled to find something sturdy to grab on to, consequently knocking over plants and vases off the wall beside her. Antony tongue now accompanied by his finger, she couldn’t help but squirm he vibrated against her walls. It was like he instinctively knew where her spots were and quickly activated them all at once. Within a few minutes, her back arched, legs shaking involuntarily.

Now, one for one, she began to let her guard down, but she quickly learned that was a mistake. Antony was back on top of her, devouring her mouth. Her lips separated while his tongue skillfully teased hers. She wanted him now more than ever. Her lips crushed back into his, lowering her hand until Antony began to groan.

She could barely catch her breath before Antony plunged into the narrow passage. She tore his toga, lifting it over his head as sweat dripped down his chest hairs. His body rocking against hers, she wrapped her legs around him while her nails scratched his back, wiggling against him, he crashed in her repeatedly. Without warning, he deliberately slowed his pace, making sure she felt every inch of him until she was practically begging for him to speed up. His teasing had paid off, she wanted him and she wanted him now.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” she whimpered barely able to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head.

Antony leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I want you to feel every bit of this.” He surged into her as she screamed, “Antony!”

His thrusts gradually increased as he lifted Desi’s arms above her head. Without effort, he was able to hold her in place his dominant hand while the other pushed firmly against the wall allowing him to hit it from a different angle. Their bodies in rhythm, his hands, mouth, and tongue were all over her. She felt amazing to him and still as tight as he left her, he was the only one who could fit as deep as he did. He quickly found his place inside her again. His arm now resting in the arch of her back,  his pace became intuitive and desperate as his emotions took over.

Each blow was deliberate, his thrusts were almost primal, he lost himself in her. She was now panting uncontrollably, making him carve her more as he knew he was responsible for each one. Overcome with ecstasy, she fought to release her arms. Without slowing, Antony’s grip tightened.

“Don’t even think about escaping” Antony commanded, his voice strong and raspy.

Desi purposely wiggled as she looked up with a challenging look, “Try to stop me.”

Delivering punishing blows, Antony drove into her until she couldn’t control herself any longer. But, she wasn’t the only one struggling. Antony plunged back and forth almost instinctual. He was so focused on her jerks and spasms, he didn’t realize how close he was to finishing too. Every stroke that was meant to show dominance delivered even more pleasure to him.

She looked up at him, pleading that he finish, but once he looked in her eyes, he knew she wanted anything but.

“Hold on to me!” Antony lifted Desi off the wall and began walking back to the bedroom as she kissed his neck, her nails still deep in his back.

It had been well over an hour and he barely broke a sweat nor did he show any signs of slowing down. Antony had no concept of time when it came to pleasing her. It was good that she decided to pack a bag because one thing was certain, she wasn’t going anywhere until he was done showing her just how much he missed her.