I couldn't tell if she was a fertility diety or a lust goddess, and I couldn't care less [M30/F20'S/AGELESS] [IMAGE PROMPT] [HISTORICAL SMUT]

I'm pretty sure I'm too late for this to be a genuine submission, but it's been bouncing around in my head for a few weeks and I had to get it out, so I may as well share it with you. Based off Feb Image #2, so here ya go.

The battle had been a disaster. By that, I didn’t mean ‘we lost’. I meant the whole thing was an enormous mess, and we wouldn’t even be able to tell who won until morning. I had a sword that wasn’t mine, a shield that wasn’t even Roman, and I’d been lost in the woods for well over an hour, and it was starting to get dark. 

All in all, it had been a pretty long day, and I still didn’t know how I was getting back to the fort.The briton woods felt unnaturally dark and silent, but strangely, they didn’t feel hostile. It was of little comfort as I tripped over what must have been the twentieth tree root, but it was comfort nonetheless.

I honestly wasn’t sure how long I’d been walking when I noticed it. A faint blue glow off to my right, piercing through the darkness. With no other landmarks, or even any idea of what direction I was travelling, I hoped it wasn’t a trap and made my way towards it. 

As I approached, the soft glow was coming from a pool set into a narrow clearing. The only source of light I’d seen since the sun dipped down, I decided it was as good a place as any to collect my thoughts and make a plan. I took a seat on a large rock, and nearly shit myself when she spoke.

“One of the invaders,” she said, suddenly appearing in knee deep water on the other end of the pool. From her full, pouty lips came two voices, in the most unsettling manner. One the high pitched tone of a flirty woman, and the other was the deep and terrifying tone of an enraged mother. “What brings you to my pond?”

“Uh,” was more or less all I could muster, for a number of reasons. The first, she simply appeared from thin air. The second, she was completely nude, minus a crude and phallic necklace and some small other trinkets, but all in all, nude. The third, she was drop dead gorgeous. A round face, gently nibbling on a lower lip. Enormous, perfect breasts, with more perk than should be possible, the nipples already protruding and aroused. A thin waist dropping into full hips that hosted an impeccable ass, and a delicious looking bare pussy. Her hands wandered over herself while she spoke, her fingertips trailing softly over the pictish paints they adorned themselves with. “I’m lost,” I finally said, managing to put my eyes back into my head.

“That much is clear,” the matronly voice said, haughty and impatient. She began to cross the pool, her hips swaying in a way that could only be purposeful, and her tits hypnotic in the way they moved with her. 

“I think he’ll do,” said the flirty voice, brimming with anticipation as her fingers brushed over her nipples, tweaking them slightly as they passed by. The water sloshed as she walked towards me, her eyes rolling over me just as much as mine drank her in. She drew closer, and the details of the intricate swirls that decorated her divine body became clearer, concentric rings around her large areolas, and a clear branch-and-leaf motif throughout her limbs. 

When she met me, she immediately pulled me in for a deep, exploratory kiss. Our tongues danced around each other, trying to force their ways past each other, and my hand instinctively found her waiting slit. One of her hands pulled my face into hers in the hungry kiss, while the other was deftly undoing the knots of my lorica and tunic. After I shedded the armor, she briefly broke the kiss to pull the tunic over the top of my head. When we rejoined, she straddled me, and the angle changed enough I had to pull my hand from her sex, which the flirty voice gave an exaggerated pout. One hand found a taut, perfect asscheek while the other forced it’s way between us to paw at a breast.

I walked my fingers across the perfect globe of her ass to tease her from behind, which earned a moan from the flirty voice, and was chided by the matronly one. She leaned back into my fingers, and I obliged, squeezing a second finger into the impossibly tight hole. She gently bit my lip as she pulled away, lowering herself onto her back. She spread her legs wide, knees high in the air, and rubbed lazy circles on her clit. I’ve never accepted an invitation so face in my life. 

I exploded off the rock, lowering myself down onto my belly next to the pond. As my mouth met that perfect pussy, I swear to Jupiter the smiling devil’s head painted onto her lower tummy winked at me. I started with a long, slow lick as both my hands found both her nipples, and as my tongue hit her clit, her hand moved from pleasuring herself to wrapping itself up in my hair. As my hands kneaded her breasts, she set the pressure and tempo of the oral she received. Her thighs pressed against the sides of my head, and I could faintly hear both voices moaning and speaking short pictish phrases. 

I couldn’t restrain myself a moment longer. I pulled away from her hungry little pussy, clumsily pulling my pants off while she dripped off my nose, chin, and lips. As my manhood sprung free, her eyes widened and she pulled her knees up to her chest. I slammed myself into her, the tight cunt protesting the whole time it swallowed my length. The guttural scream that left her throat slowed down into moans that matched the pace with which I buried myself. Both voices egging me on. My hands found the insides of her knees, pressing them even further into her fantastic tits. I slowed my pace, desperate to let this take as long as possible, hoping to never leave the sopping walls of her pussy. One of her hands found one of mine, and guided it to her throat. The gentle pressure I applied was rewarded with a string of pictish from the younger voice, in a fast-paced, begging tone. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and began to glow as her walls began to convulse, and the begging turned into a low, constant tone as she came. 

She pushed me off her with her feet, and the cold night air assaulted my cock. In one deft move, she recovered from her orgasm and rose to her knees, taking me into her mouth in an impressive show of accuracy and athleticism. As her tongue swirled around the head, one of her hands found its way to my belly, pressing gently back. From the moans that found their way around my dick, I could only guess what she was doing with the other hand. She went like that, expertly, for long enough that I’d be willing to brag about it, occasionally taking me deep enough to earn a gag, but her lips and tongue never stopped moving. I was biting down on my tongue hard enough that I thought I could taste blood, desperate to hold my release for as long as possible. 

I nearly let out a sob as she removed me from her throat with a gasp, the spit stringing between her perfect lips and my throbbing cock was one of the sexiest things I’ll ever see for the rest of my life. It broke as she pushed me, roughly, back onto the original rock I sat on, either ten minutes or ten years ago. It was hard to tell at the moment. 

As I laid back, she dropped herself onto me with the same enthusiasm I gave her when she was in a similar position. The matronly voice gave me a purr while she worked my shaft, and I was strangely relieved to get the approval from the other voice, person, soul, god, whatever was going on in there. Her hands rose to pinch, pull, and twist her nipples while mine found her hips, aiding in the bouncing that was driving me over the edge. My fingers dug deep into the meaty flesh of her thighs, and I felt involuntary grunts leaving my throat as I felt myself approaching my own orgasm. Her own breathing grew ragged and her strokes drew shorter and shallower. I found myself unable to allow that, and began bucking my own hips to drive myself as deep as I could manage inside, and watching her tattooed tits shake even as she played with herself. 

I knew it was coming, and so did she. She leaned over me, her hands flat on the rock, and my mouth hungrily pulled in a perfect nipple. My hands moved from her thighs to her ass, and our moans melted together as we both came. I’d never felt such release, and I’m sure I flooded her with my seed in a way I never would another woman. She deflated as she came down from her orgasm, fully laying on me as I slipped from her, still rock hard. 

My hands stayed exactly where they were, squeezing and pinching, before I realized how steady and soft her breathing had become. As she snored gently on top of me, I couldn’t help but notice how drained I was, in several different ways. I let myself join her, the warmth of her body contrasting the coolness of the rock in a way that drifted me effortlessly off to sleep. 

When I awoke, she was gone, with as little explanation as she arrived and no more warning. Frigid and nude on the rock, I dressed myself, and in the daylight, noticed the pond no longer had any light producing qualities of any kind. What it did have, was a stream that it drained into, which I followed and found that it itself fed the river that coursed by where the legion had camped. With one last look at the pool, hoping to see her again, I was left disappointed, and headed downstream.