Strongest Warrior and Strongest Ephor

by Arbitor_Therion

Summary:

“May tales of our strength and devotion be etched into the steel blades of every gladiator’s sword for all time, my love.” ~ Augusta, wife of Rover

Notes:

Hiya, this is a new account I made for the sake of doing WuWa and only Wuwa, plus maybe some extra stuff if I'm feelin' up to it. First up is Augusta with an interesting little twist with a life Rover would choose if he no longer needs to do a reset and lose his memories and the one woman he would choose to spend his life with, no longer burdened by his eternal duty. It involves smut, of course, so I'd love to do more. Enjoy~

For the Gladiators of Septimont, the privilege to be in the presence of the Ephor is one not granted to just any warrior. Many of her admirers dream of earning their place in her royal guard, let alone being granted the right to enter the palace. All they knew was that Augusta valued strength above all else – not the typical kind that allows one to lift boulders, but the strength to stare down even the sharpened scythe in death’s hand.

One man was able to capture her attention. Not once or twice did he exceed her expectations, but countless times. Over the years since he helped her save Septimont from the Dark Tide, Augusta wished dearly to keep someone as strong as him by her side, boldly asking him to join her elite guard. Though his Echo companion made a snide remark related to her words carrying a hidden meaning, Augusta hadn’t the slightest clue what it meant at the time.

Flash-forward to the day when he returned. One look at his smile and Augusta knew that his journey reached its satisfying conclusion. All the strength he mustered and the inability to know true defeat guided him all the way. She silently paused at the thought, thinking to herself that it guided him back to her, of all people.

Augusta dismissed her guards, emptying the throne room for just the two of them. They silently stared at one another, the faint air that entered the vast room acting as a form of sound. She smiled as did he. No words left their lips, only the movement of their hands to the hilt of their swords. Language that only warriors of unparalleled caliber would understand.

Instead of throwing her sword like all those years ago, she showcased her improved technique that enhanced her deadly strength. She instantly closed the distance, swinging her massive sword, only for his to deflect the attack quickly.

Augusta smiled at the familiar sound of metal clashing against one another. It wasn’t like the countless banging and clanking of swords she shared with countless enemies. The strikes they shared contained passion within them. A thrill unlike any a gladiator nor Ephor experienced. Pure joy and happiness engulfed Augusta’s normally calm heart.

Their swords continued to clash, neither giving an inch to their opponent as the ground rippled underneath the weight of their resonance powers. One flash of her lightning signaled to him that she readied her powers, as a flash of his left eye told her that he planned to do the same. Their bodies backed away, and Augusta quickly activated her resonance, transforming her sword so that she could slash through his defenses. But even with all her speed and precision, he dodged through every slash before jumping over her last, moving behind her, and moving his sword over her neck.

Augusta smiled, lowering her grip on her weapon before letting out a boastful laugh. “You’ve grown much stronger, Rover. Well done.”

She felt his smile as he lowered his weapon as well, leaning against her from behind. “And you’ve gotten faster, Augusta. I nearly lost that one.”

The two faced each other, their eyes staring into each other like long-lost friends. Rover would visit Septimont from time to time, but Augusta was always busy tolerating the whines of nobles to accept his visits. Regret tormented her over that, though she hardly showed it to anyone.

“My deepest apologies for not speaking with you more often, Rover.” Augusta walked to her throne and sat down, crossing her legs. “Were it not for the urgency of my work at the time, I would have dropped everything to see you again.”

“I understand, Augusta.” As kind as ever, Rover was. “But you don’t have to apologize to me.” He walked towards her, scanning over how she sat on the throne, his expression still as if thoughts occupied his mind.

“In that case, perhaps we should celebrate your return to our great city. A grand feast for you and Abby? Or a tournament so you can pair with Lupa? Name whatever you desire, my dear friend, and I shall have it done by tomorrow night.”

“I only wish to do one thing tonight and just with you, Augusta,” Rover spoke with little hesitation.

Augusta tilted her head at how he spoke as if he didn’t require a grand reunion party. “And that is?”

“Would you like to stare up at the moon with me?”

“The moon?”

Augusta paused, not because of the strangeness of his request, but rather a feeling she couldn’t quite put into words. She thought a grand feast would suffice since his Echo companion always craved food, or that Rover would want to recapture the first glory of battle he earned fighting alongside Lupa. But he returned to Septimont only to spend the night with her, gazing up at the moon. It puzzled the Ephor, but she sensed to ill intent behind Rover’s desire.

“Of course, Rover.” She stood up from her seat. “In that case, please meet me back here in five hours.”

As she parted ways with him, she glanced at his backside, noticing how worn out his clothes were. Then, in a split second, she saw him as a gladiator. In that brief moment, Augusta’s mind grew light as air, her imagination taking hold as it created scenarios where she would watch Rover fight countless battles and achieve victory from on high. It was a fleeting idea, but also one she forced away from her mind as she found it unfitting for an Ephor to bear such thoughts.

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Augusta sat with Rover side by side under the vast night sky decorated with countless stars. Normally, anyone would find room to fill the silence between them with a topic, but Augusta found difficulty in finding a simple opening to a conversation. Speeches and commands were more in her league of expertise, but carrying on a normal conversation was something she hadn’t done in decades with anyone.

With anyone…?

Augusta’s mind paused at the words, as if she spotted a contradiction but couldn’t describe why it was.

Something was missing, but nothing was out of place from what she saw.

But her train of thought stopped when he heard Rover’s voice.

“Everything alright, Augusta?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed with concern.

She paused, not wanting to let go of the strange feeling until she figured it out, but because Rover spoke with her, she had to place it aside. “I was thinking about your future, now that you’ve conquered the Waveworn Phenomenon. Have you thought about what to do with your life?”

“What to do with my life…” Rover looked puzzled, almost conflicted. Clearly, her question caught even him off guard, but just like any warrior, he quickly adapted and recovered the strength to answer. “Well, it’d be a shame if my power went to waste. And despite all that’s happened here in Septimont, I’ve grown quite fond of it.”

“It brings me great joy to hear you say that. Indeed, Septimont is a crown jewel not of the Ephor or nobles, but of its gladiators, warriors, and people. Our strength shall endure for all time through song and poems. One day, I hope that tales of our battles here, in our home, will spread throughout Solaris.

“You think that will turn this place into a tourist attraction?”

“In my heart, I hope so.” She stood up to look down at the bright night lights glittering around the lower city below. “For too long we’ve known naught but battle for the sake of survival to prevent annihilation. But now, I wish for Septimont to be a nation where warriors can prove their strength because they believe in it rather than out of desperation for power.” She clutched the sun necklace she always wore. “Far too many had to grow up with that path being the only one they could walk.”

“What a noble dream to have.” He smiled as he stood up next to her. “But I can’t help but notice that you’re once again talking about Septimont rather than yourself.”

Augusta froze at how easily he noticed and cleared her throat. “I’m the Ephor of Septimont. To me, this city and its story will endure long after I’m gone. My story…holds little importance.”

“You’re wrong there, Augusta.” Rover moved closer to her. “Your story is far more important to me than any I’ve heard.”

“Rover…” Augusta snapped out of her split-second daze before gazing up towards the stars. Her heart raced for mere moments, showing instant weakness and cracks in her gladiator armor. “You wish to stay here… then am I wrong to assume that you’ve taken me up on my offer all those years ago?”

“To become part of your elite guard? Of course, I would. I can’t think of a more thrilling position than that, if you’ll have me.”

Augusta smiled at his acceptance as she extended her hand. “Then welcome back to Septimont, my dear friend. May our home, our traditions, and our strength become one with you, guiding you on the path to true peace and harmony.”

Rover chuckled and shook her hand. “Such a grandiose speech from the Ephor herself. I am much honored to receive them from you.”

Their hands lingered on each other for a moment, almost representing the reconnected bond they both shared those many years ago. Augusta could never forget the days when she found herself side-by-side with him against the raging Dark Tide. With the fate of the battle uncertain… (Uncertain?). With no one for her to confide her worries to except Rover… (No one except him?) she did not know if victory would come at a price or not. With Rover, it didn’t, but part of her thinks that a piece of her strength waned after refusing to become the Hero of Heroes like the whispers in her mind told her to. She felt as if she were bound to a cruel fate, but just as she held onto the hands of countless warriors and even her mentor, she found a way to piece through the dark and reunite with him again.

Her heart raced once more, tormenting her steeled façade with the thought of a life she thought she could never attain. Most men looked up to her, a position any woman would dream of, but in her heart, she felt alone (Alone?) all atop of Septimont. But her feelings mattered not, for she was a warrior – the Ephor of Septimont. Feelings were but fleeting moments of weakness.

If so…then why are her feelings for Rover giving her new strength?

Augusta offered to escort him to one of the vacant, private rooms where her elite guardsmen live. At least, that’s what she thought until she realized she had led him to her room. When asked why she brought him here, she quickly said that she needed to get something from her room before taking him to his. Yet she allowed him to enter, inviting him to see her life behind the walls of her living quarters.

Her room was well-designed, suited for an Ephor of the highest regard, but her personal customization made it seem more like a gladiator’s training room than anything else. Sandbags to punch, weights and handlebars to train her muscles, and even a locker to store her training clothes and items inside.

It was no shock to Augusta that even Rover would find her means of living not all that different from the average gladiator. She took pride in knowing that, despite being the strongest in Septimont, even she was still human, sharing the same dreams and ambitions as those beneath her.

“Quite the room you have here.” She could tell that Rover tried to avoid making snipe remarks about her lifestyle.

“You’re free to try out my equipment if you’re interested.” A smirk came across her lips.

“N-No thanks. Not right now. Maybe when I get better accumulated with this place, I’ll take you up on your offer.”

“Come now, I insist.” Augusta moved over to her training dummy and tossed it aside. “How about a quick sparring match? No weapons or resonance.”

He tilted his head with confusion. “Didn’t you come here to look for something?”

She blinked before realizing what she was doing. “Ah, my apologies. I tend to get lost whenever an opportunity to train arises. Yes. Give me just a moment.”

The Ephor didn’t speed quickly to her bathroom, but she was glad she managed to reach an isolated room to get away from Rover’s sight. One look in the mirror and she immediately spotted what was wrong with her. Her cheeks were flushed red, darker than her hair, and her eyes constantly darted around, focused, lost. She let out a deep sigh before turning on the faucet of her sink and drenching her face in water.

“I can’t believe this…” Augusta whispered to herself. “Am I…truly having so much trouble against emotions?”

A battle she had trouble winning. A fight that even she struggled with. All of it against an opponent that she can’t hear or see: her heart.

“What should I do?” She asked herself, feeling her emotions overpowering her sense of self. “I feel strange around him, but I don’t have the heart to tell him. Why? What is it that weakens my resolve…?”

“You’re so predictable.”

Augusta looked up in the mirror upon hearing the unfamiliar voice (Unfamiliar?). “Who…?”

“Just tell him how you feel. It isn’t like you to hesitate and show weakness, Augusta. Treat it like another match and you’re sure to win the prize that is his heart. I believe in you, Augusta.”

Augusta paused at the advice she never expected to hear from anyone. Her lips quaked a little before steadying just as the rhythm in her chest. She smiled and straightened herself in the mirror.

“Thank you…Iuno.” Her eyes widened, confusion filling her head.

(Iuno? Who is that?)

Augusta marched back into her room, first seeing Rover examining the training bag while playing with it by poking it with his fist. She smiled at how eager he was for a fight, but she knew the coming match would be unlike any other.

“Apologies for the long wait, Rover. I finally found what I was searching for.” Augusta approached him.

He turned to her with a smile. “That’s good to hear. Do you lose things often, or am I just lucky enough to see that side of you?”

She chuckled. “The latter. I was concerned about my feelings at first, but now I believe it’s best to tell you.”

“Your feelings?”

“Yes. A…good friend told me that hiding them won’t do me any good, but first I must ask you, Rover. Are you certain you wish to stay in Septimont? Not Ragunna or Jinzhou?”

Rover paused, knowing she wanted to give him a final chance to reconsider his life choice. But Augusta knew that Rover never second-guessed his choices just as he never wavered in each swing of his blade.

“I’m certain. Yes.” He answered with confidence. “Even after I’ve solved all the world’s problems…I’d be lying if I said I neglected my own personal ones. One of them is what my purpose is beyond what I set out to do for Solaris. My life lacked meaning to anchor me to this world.”

“A valid feeling, Rover. I’ve met my fair share of warriors who fight without knowing their purpose. Their physical strength, in their case, only took them so far. Without the emotions that make us human, none of us could ever hope to achieve what we had all those years ago against the Dark Tide. We’d be mindless husks. So I’m happy that you’re willing to find that which makes you human, Rover. You were always so…distant.”

“Heh, I’d say the same about you, Augusta. I assumed that emotions didn’t fit the profile of an Ephor, but I think having the emotion to care for life is the reason you did away with the death matches and changed everything for the better.” Rover’s face started to flush as his gold eyes glittered. “You show strength in both battle and in leadership. I can’t help but admire that about you, Augusta.”

Augusta smiled through her returning blush. “My thanks for the kind words, Rover…and for your company.” She moved closer to him. “Maybe my words will ring hollow compared to the countless you’ve heard from others, but I truly admire you, too. I deeply cherish our friendship, and I wish nothing but happiness for your stay here.”

“Friendship, hm?” Rover leaned in closer to her, watching as she did not falter against his clear advancements towards her. “I don’t think an Ephor would allow her friend into her room like this, Augusta.”

“True. Perhaps I ought to lay down the crown.” Her joke sparked a chuckle from him.

“But whatever will Septimont do without their great, powerful, and pleasurable Augusta at the helm?” His counter joke made her want to pin him down beneath her legs.

“Hehe, no worries. Whoever shall beat me in an official challenge for the throne may become the Ephor. You seem best suited for that role, yet you chose a position beneath me. I’m starting to understand why now. You’d be helpless without me.”

“Helpless? Need I remind you of who beat you all those years ago, or should I prove myself to you again?”

“I remember, but I want to experience your strength once again, Rover. So I challenge you to show me the depths of your resolve.”

“Heh, I accept, Augusta.”

Rover let the weight of their words sink into both their minds before closing the minuscule gap between them and pressing his lips against hers. He tasted the faint sweetness of strawberries, imagining that Augusta had something sweet for dessert before their gaze at the night sky. Like the rest of her, her lips felt soft and welcoming, all but telling him to keep kissing her. Augusta sighed into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his back to pull him closer, her heart fluttering at the feeling that sent bolts of electricity through her body, not so different from her resonance, fast as her lightning yet as powerful as her sword.

The battle between the two warriors began as they fought each other for dominance in their mouths. Their tongues swirling around each other like two Gladiators moving swiftly on opposite ends before clashing their blades. Their grips on each other were tight, with Rover holding her waist close before raising his hand to her hair to caress it. Sighs rang throughout the room, Augusta’s louder than Rover’s. Their kissing brought them to Augusta’s bed with the Ephor pushing him onto the soft covers, entrapping him with her legs before descending down to kiss him even more.

But Rover had no intention of relenting, pulling her shoulders closer into a deeper kiss while caressing her back. The weight of the two turned the mattress of her bed into a jumbled mess as she slowly dragged his body closer and closer into the proper position. Augusta’s mind sparked with true desire, watching Rover beneath her attempt to fight back against her dominance. She smiled as she pulled away from the kiss.

“Ready to concede, Rover?” She asked with a smirk.

“Hardly,” he replied, reaching his hands around her back to undo her dress.

“Hehe, you could have asked if you wished to see.” Augusta played along with his movements, undoing her dress and tossing her armor to the side.

Rover gasped at how huge her breasts were after she released them from the confines of her armor. He contained his hungry tongue behind her teeth, but her playing with the mounds of flesh on her body encouraged it. It was bait, but he was glad to take it. However, Rover had a means of catching her off guard.

Instead of trying to lean up and take her breasts, he used his hands to grope them, eliciting a surprised sigh from the powerful Ephor’s lips. Rover smiled and took the chance to flip her over so that he would tower over her.

“Heh, pinned you,” Rover smirked.

“Y-You cheeky…b-bastard.” Augusta cursed through her embarrassed blush.

“Never had anyone treat you like this, hm?” He wrapped his fingers around her skin, kneading her breasts like dough as he watched with glee how she twisted and turned from the feeling welling inside her. “They’re so huge, Augusta. So massive yet…just how I wanted them to look.”

“Ngh…i-is that so…?”

He nodded and descended to her nipples. Opening his mouth, he sucked in the plumpness and wrapped her tongue around her skin. Augusta released a moan from how wet her skin grew against his mouth, an unknown feeling of excitement building up in her chest as she felt his tongue explore her. Her body shook, and her grip on his hair tightened.

He started to suck on her breasts as his other hand continued squeezing and playing with her other. The pleasure from the experience changed her mind like a battery, the body of the Ephor becoming Rover’s playground of love. He released her right breast and moved to the other, sucking harder on the left while playing with the other in his hand.

Augusta arched against his touch, pleasure starting to overtake her emotions and desires. She never thought she would ever experience a man sucking on her breasts as strongly as Rover did. Almost as if he wanted something from her and kept his mouth clung tightly onto her tits.

“Mmm!” Agusta felt her breast constrict even more before she felt liquid spill out, filling Rover’s mouth. “Agh…R-Rover…”

Rover released his mouth, drips of white falling onto her skin before he gathered them all with his tongue. Augusta sighed with relief now that the sucking ended, but noticed that the same white liquid was leaking from her nipple. She heard stories of women who nurse their children in the same manner that Rover enjoyed her breasts, but she smiled when she saw his proud smile, knowing she had pleasured him tonight.

“You tasted delicious, Augusta,” Rover cooed, kissing her on the lips to share her milk taste with her.

“Mmm…” Augusta took in his kiss while undoing his outfit as well. Her mind craved more of him. His lips were not enough to sate her wish. Rover sat up and did the work for her as he knew his clothes better than anyone. First his top, then his pants, and finally his boxers.

Augusta’s eyes widened at the length of Rover’s girth, greeting her with a twitch. Rover blushed at the thought of Septimont’s Ephor seeing his cock with her own eyes.

“Give it to me, Rover,” she demanded, leaning up towards his cock.

“Augusta…are you…?” He stopped himself, knowing that Augusta would never think of hesitating when her heart wanted something. Instead, he allowed her to move closer.

Before Augusta, did anything else, he reached down and grabbed her breast and placed them between his cock and smiled. He winced at the softness warming his shaft as he felt her hands on top of his. He looked down at her wanting eyes and moved his hands away to let her do the rest.

Augusta started slowly, moving her breasts up and down against his shaft. Her flesh took over his view of his cock as it sank into them. Rover’s body shook the more she squeezed him like she was crushing an apple with her bare hands.

“Gh!” Rover winced, showing momentary weakness.

Augusta smirked and picked up the pace of her pleasuring, her breasts hungrily taking in more of his cock until only the tip remained. His grunts grew louder and higher in pitch, signaling to her that something would come sooner or later. Just like clockwork, his cum squirted out, hitting her face with white ropes that dripped down her breasts.

“Agh…” Rover felt Augusta release his cock from the constriction of her breasts and took a quick breath.

Augusta wiped off the cum on her face before licking it off her palms, the salty taste hitting her buds like a high-speed Corrosaurus. “A bit salty, but I’ve tasted worse.”

Rover frowned at her compliment, which brought a smirk to her face. He knew she wanted to egg him on with her dissatisfaction, setting a trap for him to lose his advantage. Rover knew that Augusta wanted him to try and punish her for her disrespect, but he couldn’t resist the bait. A strategy was needed to avoid her trap, and one thing came to mind. Reaching down to her breasts, he pinched her nipples.

“Ah!” Augusta gasped at his sudden advancement.

Taking this chance, Rover took both sides of her head and moved his cock into her exposed mouth.

“Gh!” Her surprised moan filled his ears as he gave her time to adjust to the taste of salt she made fun of.

“Sorry, Augusta. Thought it best for you to get used to the taste of salt.”

He chuckled, feeling her fingers clench onto his thighs tightly, eliciting a pained groan from him. Her motions only made his beginning thrusts start off strong, sliding his cock against her tongue as his fingers hugged her cheeks. Over time, Augusta quickly adapted to his cock, clamping down on the shaft with her tongue and sucking against his pelvis. Her moans filled the room, but not without dragging his grunts with her.

Rover sighed at how powerfully she bobbed her head against him, making him thrust into her. Their movements synced, his thrusts matching her sucks, moans, and grunts mixing together with a harmonious tone.

“Ah…you feel so good, Augusta….” Rover grunted, quickening his thrusts into her mouth, taking care not to make her gag.

Her mouth was too occupied with the huge cock inside to respond, but Augusta made her pleasure apparent as she took in more of his cock into her mouth, willing to risk gagging for the sake of tasting more of his salt. Her moans increased in volume, the heat of Rover’s tip burning against her insides.

Rover’s grunts once again signaled to Augusta that the second wave of his cum neared. Instead of cowering away, she welcomed the coming tide and squeezed his shaft as hard as she could. He loudly groaned, balling his fists in her hair as his cock twitched in her mouth, cum spilling out of his tip and filling her mouth. More and more shot out, overwhelming the Ephor at first before she quickly adapted and took in all of his seed into her mouth.

Just before her mouth seemed close to filling, she quickly pulled away and swallowed it all without a second thought. Rover sighed and slumped slightly to gather his breath.

A sight that Augusta chuckled at as she quickly pushed him down and crawled on top of him, basking in his shocked and tired expression. “What’s the matter? Tired already, Rover?” She hummed as she toyed with his cock with her pussy rubbing against the wet shaft. His grunt only vindicated her actions as she trapped him between her hands on both sides of his face.

Augusta lifted herself up, her pussy finding the tip of his cock. “Ugh…so big…” She whimpered with a smile as she slowly slid down his cock, taking in his manhood. Her back arched against the pleasure as she bucked against his pelvis. “Ah….oh… Your dick feels amazing, Rover.”

Her cries mixed in with his moans as she hopped up and down like a rabbit in heat, pulling his cock further against her walls and painting her pelvis with evidence of their love. Her breasts bounced up and down with each upward and downward movement, the mattress beneath them creaking loudly.

“Augh,,, A-Augusta…” Rover grunted, feeling his manhood fall apart against her weight, the tip hitting her womb. He never anticipated she would be so fast when she took control, soon realizing that she had tricked him into walking into her trap by trying to avoid the previous one.

“That’s it, Rover,” Augusta cooed, bucking faster into her, “Take it all in. Make me cum once again and claim me as your treasure!”

Rover’s energy returned to him after hearing her passionate speech. He took her hips and guided her body further down on his cock, earning a loud moan from the Ephor as their thrusts grew stronger, more powerful like a dry thunderstorm that turned into rain. Their love fully displayed itself like a frame as their pelvises connected, skin slapping against each other at high speed. The core of their bodies heated up like fire as another wave of cum soon threatened to release from their connected bodies.

“Mm! Cum inside me, Rover!” Augusta cried, arching against the hunger of his cock, knocking on her womb’s door with its hot tip.

“No…turning back from this…Augusta…” He grunted, gripping her waist tighter as he felt his balls tingle.

“No retreat for the Ephor…!”

Rover questioned her no more, putting all his strength into his final few thrusts as she bounced up and down erratically. Her boobs jiggled around, and her orgasm boiled into her pelvis, not taking long for Augusta to reach her end.

“Ah! Rover!” She screamed, her bouncing turning into jerks as her lower half shook and twitched, her pussy tightening around his dick.

“Mmgh!” Rover grunted, his climax triggering and his cum filling her strong body with his seed.

Both of them went limp a moment later. Rover fell back on the bed to regain his energy again as Augusta towered over him. Over a minute passed as they sat still, panting as they recovered from their first-ever go at sex.

Rover tilted his head to stare up at the Ephor, also breathing heavily to recover. “You mind flipping over, Augusta?”

Augusta’s eyes turned to his, confusion painting her sweating face. The movement of his fingers against her waist pointed her in the direction to rotate herself. Despite how exhausted he looked, he still wasn’t willing to call the match. She smiled at the perseverance and rotated her body so that her back was to him. She didn’t know where his cock was, but his hands grabbed onto her waist and moved her back, his tip soon poking against her entrance again.

“Ah…mmm!” Augusta moaned, the feeling of the cock she couldn’t see filling her up again, feeling miles more pleasurable compared to when she could see it.

But Rover didn’t plan to let her enjoy the feel of towering over him for long. Gripping tightly on her waist, he pushed forward from beneath her like a rising tide, and after hearing a cute yelp of surprise from the Ephor, he managed to get a good view of her ass planted onto his pelvis.

“Sorry, Augusta. Didn’t feel comfortable with you taking the initiative for this one.” He cooed, getting a feel of her ass, the softness almost overwhelming his senses and thoughts before he snapped out of it.

“Clever of you to distract me like that,” Augusta scoffed, though there was a hint of genuineness in her tone. She impatiently prepared herself for the next thrust.

“You’re not exhausted yet, are you?”

“Me? Exhausted? Hah! Surely you jest, Rover!”

“Good. All I needed to hear.”

In the snap of a finger, another thrust from Rover drove Augusta over the edge as she felt her pussy fill up again from his cock. The rush, thrill, and excitement encompassed her body again as the man above her found his rhythm again. It didn’t take long for the Ephor to let out a pleasured moan. Her face pressed into the sheets as her fingers curled around the fabric as if searching for something stable to cling to. Every part of her pussy became covered in a heated cock that craved more of her walls, hitting the sweet spots she didn’t know existed and drawing out emotions she had long shut away.

Being beneath someone was once a humiliating thought to a warrior like Augusta, for having someone tower over her meant they were either an obstacle to defeat or a loss she couldn’t tolerate. However, the exhilarating sex she shared in her room with no witness to see nullified any doubts in her mind. So long as it was Rover, the one she wished to spend her life with, she didn’t mind a loss on a rare occasion. In fact, since she lost against him years ago to save Septimont from the Dark Tide, the battles Augusta participated in since then felt more thrilling and exciting to her, as if her strive to become stronger reawakened within her when faced with the reality of defeat.

It was a feeling Rover brought back to her, and it made her smile.

He plowed through her with his cock, sweating all the while but watching with glee as her ass moved with his thrusts. From her low chuckles, Rover could tell that Augusta enjoyed it all too, and so he quickened his pace. Each buck and each thrust grew stronger and faster, rendering any and all sense of logic and thinking minuscule in the face of their colossal arousal for each other.

“D-Damn it all…Augusta…” Rover groaned, feeling heat reach his face as his sex drive reached its overloading state. A new desire was born within him as he quickly pulled out and flipped her around to face him. “Is it shameful of me…to say that I love you…?”

Augusta breathed heavily, unable to give an answer right away, but her shared blush on her cheeks spoke it all to her lover.

“The reason I want to stay here…why I wish to become stronger… is because of you,” he admitted, leaning down and connecting his body with hers. “Does that make me weak in your eyes…? If so…then…”

“There is no shame to be had at all, Rover,” Augusta breathed, stroking his raven black hair. “Your courage…your strength….and bravery saved my home…” She whispered in his ear as she lifted him up slightly to look into his eyes with love adorning hers. “Say that you love me and I shall say the same to you.”

Rover smiled, reaching out to grasp her hand before connecting his forehead with hers, feeling the remnants of her electrical charge from her forte. “In that case, I love you, Augusta.”

“I love you too, Rover.”

Their lips connected again as their pelvises joined together, Rover’s shaft entering her womanhood once again. Thrusts resumed, more intimate than the many times he moved his cock through her. Every single second they spent on the bed, every moan, grunt, and sigh filled their memories to endure long after their stories end. Once they saw each other as acquaintances – fellow warriors who fought side by side, but now lovers who shared the night together in each other’s embrace.

Augusta could feel it within the depths of her body, a boiling sensation that neared its heights as Rover’s thrusts undid her walls, broke through her, and touched her womb again.

“Ngh…aaah…harder, Rover!” She cried, locking her legs around his waist to keep him in place and take in all of his being.

“Aaah…Augusta…!” He grunted with each hard thrust, his movements moving faster than even she could comprehend. One look into her eyes, slowly losing focus, and he could tell that her climax was fast approaching. That thought alone reminded him that his might come soon. “Agh…I’m going faster…just like you want!”

Augusta’s mind shattered at the speed that Rover chose to continuously buck into her womanhood. Her womb felt the constant pounding of the tip, triggering more of her arousal and bringing her lust to the surface. She couldn’t contain it anymore and prepared herself mentally.

“Mm! I can feel you inside me!” She moaned through her saliva-covered mouth, gripping his back, “Your – AH! – pushing so deep in me!”

Rover groaned as he felt her walls tighten on his sensitive dick, but refused to cum just yet. In a flash, he grabbed her waist and pulled her up to eye level with him. Not giving her time to react to the new position, he pounded into her intensely and made her scream in pleasure.

“YES! I’m gonna cum!” Augusta cried before her body convulsed into spasms as she came, her fluid squirting around his dick as he continued to thrust.

As Rover felt the burn in his cock, he grunted with the loud howl of a true gladiator and roughly jerked his hips into Augusta. After several thrusts, he shuddered, cumming inside her until his seed filled her womb.

Finally out of stamina, the two collapsed on the bed next to each other, breathing heavily. Augusta moaned as she rubbed her fingers across her pelvis, imagining Rover’s seed entering her womb and the future that opened up to her that she thought long shut forever. After a minute of rest, Rover opened his eyes and looked at Augusta to find her smiling at him.

“You truly love Septimont, don’t you, Rover?” She asked.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I could ever love a nation as much as you, Augusta,” he admitted, his tone sounding dragged from exhaustion.

A chuckle escaped her lips. “Then I guess I ought to make your decision worth its while when we do this again.”

His head snapped in her direction with widened eyes. “A-Again?”

“You’ve won this round, but best two out of three?” The Ephor smirked at him, her eyes beaming with excitement that reminded Rover of a certain red-haired partner of his. “I’ll win the next two rounds and be the first woman to conquer the powerful Rover.”

Rover grinned and leaned forward, locking lips with her. “Heh, I look forward to triumphing over you again, my dear Ephor.”

The night passed them by, but the battles they shared together endured. Rover would never find a better home than Septimont and a stronger, more beautiful wife than Augusta herself. He vowed that day when they joined hands to uphold her value of strength and honor, becoming the Captain of her Royal Guard, proving himself the strongest warrior alongside his strongest Ephor.

“May tales of our strength and devotion be etched into the steel blades of every gladiator’s sword for all time, my love.” ~ Augusta, wife of Rover

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed the smut. Tried my best to get it just right, so let me know what you think in the comments. :)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Rover's New Path