"We can rest now," he said at length, entering the last hut. "The water in the stream will quench our thirst, and after we have rested, move on into the territory of the Durotriges clans. My people will not follow us there."

"You saved my life," she acknowledged gratefully, stripping off the sweat-soaked robe.

For a moment, Caractus admired her stunning body, six feet of gleaming black skin and splendid muscles shimmering in the dawn. His eyes wandered to her thighs and buttocks, powerful yet so beautiful in their strength and shape.

"You've still got those rings on your tits," he smiled, looking at them dangling from her nipples.

He came close, lifting one of them, and then let it fall gently against her ribs.

She placed her hands on his hips and they fell into a long, lingering embrace.

His hands went behind her, fondling her bottom cheeks.

She reached for his tunic and stripped it from his shoulders, then tugged at his belt, releasing the buckle.

On her knees now, she wrestled his trousers to his ankles.

He stepped out of them and kicked them away.

"You've got a thick cock," she purred, taking the throbbing length in her mouth, wondering if he could fuck as hard as his father had done.

His hands rested on the back of her head, holding it still as her lips embraced the whole of his pulsating length.

He watched her cheeks fanning in and out, going hollow as she sucked up to the purple head, then blowing out again as her mouth glided into his bristling pubic hair.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he rasped, unable to resist the blood rushing through his cock veins.

She slipped his cock from her wetted lips and rolled gently onto her back, her long legs spreading wide over the floor.

Ripping off his woollen vest, he tumbled between her thighs and entered her at once, gliding easily into her soaking sex.

"Like father, like son." she whispered silently, throwing her legs over his back.

Her thighs flexed hard and he gasped for breath crushed in a vice of hot, eager flesh.

"Fuck me hard," she grated, digging her fingernails into his shoulder blades.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be walking bow legged for a month," he said, driving his pelvis hard into her groin.

There was no hurry. Their foes were far behind. They could fuck each other rotten.

"Your cunt is tight," he said, considering how many men must have laid between her gorgeous thighs.

"Keep still," she smiled lovingly. "Let me make you come."

He bore his weight on his elbows, just high enough so that his chest lightly grazed her breasts. Her nipples had gone stiff and he looked at the throbbing black buds sprouting as large as the tips of his fingers. The desire to suck them was too much and he angled his head, sucking hard.

"I said, don't move," she chided, punching him playfully on the ribs.

It was going to be an exercise in self-control, not something for which the Celts were renowned. But as soon as her hips began to move he understood and held his body rigid, keeping his legs straight whilst her hands played around his shoulder blades.

Slowly she uncoiled her legs, letting them fall either side of his torso. Her heels dug into the earth, taking the strain as she flexed her rippling thighs. It seemed as if his whole body weight was lifted and he floated above her, borne on her belly and sex. The only movement he made was a soft squeezing of her breasts and thumbing her nipples. Underneath his body her hips and pelvis began a slow snake like motion. Her buttocks, flattened against the earth suddenly grew hard and squeezed tight into the crease. Now he felt his body lift and he was suspended above her but keeping her impaled on his cock gone so hard it hurt.

"Phew!" he breathed, going wide-eyed. "You can fuck."

"You're longer than..." she was about to say 'your father,' but stopped herself just in time, "than anything else I've had inside me," she blurted.

It wasn't false praise. His cock was so long and thick her head swam. Around its throbbing shaft he felt her vaginal walls close in like a hot wet mouth. Her hips were moving faster now, snaking from side to side and then suddenly he caught his breath, the shock so unexpected his hands crushed her breasts.

"I can feel your cunt lips sucking on me," he gasped, almost unable to believe the sensation going on inside her belly.

As the son of a chieftain he'd had many a willing woman; some fucked like wild animals hoping for greater rewards; others lay like dead things; some could fuck comprehensively on top of his tunic; some needed the whole hut to perform; but Africanus was the only woman he'd met who could fuck lying still using only her hips and vaginal muscles to make his juices flow.

Inside her hot tunnel, the delicate petals of her sex caressed his cock like those of flowers, a touch so light he could just feel them. But over his pulsating plum the deeper muscles gripped tighter almost like a hand closing around his cock. At the same time her labia sucked harder and stronger, drawing him in so hard it was almost impossible to withdraw. Her vaginal muscles flexed and now the petals moved like tendons, closing around the shaft seeking out his hardness and moving up and down its entire length. He reached for her thighs and found they had gone as hard and solid as iron. It was the same with her buttocks now lifting higher from the ground. The cheeks were so compressed it was impossible to separate them. He marvelled at the strength in her body. She was all muscle. And at that moment in time he couldn't get enough of her.

"I said, keep still," she reminded him, embedding her heels further into the earth.

Her bottom lifted even higher and suddenly her vaginal muscles sucked so ardently on his cock he heard the peculiar slurping sound coming from between her legs. And she was hot, so hot and wet he could feel the heat of her cunt burning into his naked shaft. Soon the plum with its sensitive skin stretched tight began to tingle. The only movement he could manage was a slight thrust of his pelvis, but it was enough to send tremors through her sex. Now she began to pant, her mouth wide open and clutching at the hot, fetid air filling the hut.

"Slap me!" she shrieked. "Slap my tits! Go on, hurt me!"

It took a couple of seconds for that to sink in. Then he realized that pain at the height of her arousal gave her as much pleasure and satisfaction as actually being fucked. Idly, he wondered how much satisfaction she derived from a whip being soundly laid across her bare arse. But this was not the time for idle thoughts, not with six foot of hot and throbbing woman panting like a galloping mare beneath his rampant cock. Whatever she wanted, she was going to get, and he sent his hand winging against her breast.

"Oh, by all the Gods, yes!" she breathed, jerking her hips faster and faster.