WARNING - THIS POST MIGHT SHOCK.
We know the Romans held orgies, but they got up to some other shocking stuff too.
Nero was an expert in sexual deviancy. He invented a game where he’d be locked in a cage wearing an animal skin. When released, he attacked the genitals of male and female prisoners tied to stakes. Any that survived were killed by his former slave, Doryphorus.
He took his depravity a stage further when he met a young boy named Sporus. He ordered the poor lad castrated and actually married him. Your heart has to go out to the youngster given a dowry and forced to wear a wedding veil.
I always thought Tiberius was one of the good guys—a great general with many victories under his belt. Apparently other things were under there too, and they were pretty shocking.
Apparently he liked to swim naked and have small children swim between his legs and lick his genitals. The mind boggles.
Then he took things further. He’d have babies taken from their mother's breasts and let them suck on his penis.
For once, I’m lost for words.
One of my heroines, Viola from TO SEDUCE AN OMEGA attends an orgy despite her being an innocent. To quote, Just thinking about the coming orgy tied Viola’s insides in knots.
She found the whole thing shocking.
The Healer’s Hall reminded Viola of a barn with its wooden walls and exposed beams. Groups of masked warriors flirted with the assembled women. Some slow danced with their chosen partners, holding them so close they came together in sensual heat.
As her eyes adjusted to the semidarkness, she realized couples leaned against the walls, legs and arms entwined as they kissed. Farther back, a couple of women had bunched up their skirts while four warriors simultaneously screwed them—two from the front and two from behind.
Somewhere nearby, one healer shrieked as she climaxed. Viola blushed when she realized almost half the women had their tops off and flaunted their bare chests. She swallowed and tugged hers farther up onto her shoulders.
In the far corner, two naked females danced on a table while their masked companions urged them on. Embarrassed, Viola turned away, only to find her gaze riveted on a woman who’d spread her legs to let a warrior lick her cunt. In public too.
No way would Viola let someone suck on her clit while people stared. Not again. With Titus, it had been an unexpected delight. With a stranger, she’d die of mortification. The atmosphere seemed supercharged with sexual tension and redolent with the scent of women’s musk.
Across the room, one blond warrior leaned against the wall and glared at her. He looked dangerous and deadly, alert for the slightest threat. The way his blond hair spilled from beneath his mask and flowed around his shoulders fascinated her, but she preferred her men dark-haired and sporting a crew cut—just the way Titus’s hair looked.
Not wanting to antagonize the angry-looking blond, she gave him a slight smile, then turned away. She felt exposed and vulnerable enough to wish the women wore masks too. Being impersonal and partly hidden would be easier than standing here pretending she didn’t wish the ground would open up and swallow her.
The walls closed in on her, and she struggled to breathe. As she edged toward the door, her gaze rested on a woman who knelt at a warrior’s feet while he pumped his cock into her mouth. Too public. Too much, but… Viola’s nipples turned painfully hard beneath her gown. Her womb clenched, and her clit ached. Doing that with Titus would be…ecstasy. With anyone else, she’d probably puke.
One warrior strolled over to her and rested his hands on her breasts. “Dance, my lady?”
She froze, too stunned to speak. How dare he manhandle her without her permission? If she’d any Fae powers left, she’d strike him with a thunderbolt and run. Worse, he mistook her horrified silence for consent.
Once she’d shoved his hands off her tits, she shook her head and backed off. With a casual shrug, he moved on to another female, but Viola felt besmirched by the way he’d fondled her body. Unattached warriors, all dressed in the Fae’s favored peacock shades, stared at her from every corner of the room. Any moment now, they’d lick their lips and pounce…on her.
Panicked, she glanced toward the door. Two more warriors headed in her direction, their appreciative grins showing their intent. Across the room, the blond warrior started forward, but he looked more likely to throttle her than dance with her. Viola felt light-headed and nauseated. This gathering overwhelmed her, and she needed to leave. She spun around, straight into the arms of another masked Fae. “Will you dance, my lady?”
Dance? She could do that, especially since he hadn’t put his hands on her body. It beat being double-teamed by sex-hungry Fae. Since, for the first time in decades, her knee wasn’t hurting, she’d snatch a moment’s peace and enjoy the music. Deep down she wished her first-ever dance could be with Titus.
As she let the warrior lead her onto the dance floor, she noticed the blond with the predatory stare had taken another step in her direction. His whole body bristled as she leaned into her partner for a slow dance. What the hell’s his problem, anyway?
As she swayed to the music, her partner’s breath warmed her ear. He held her so close his erection pressed into her stomach, but she hid her mounting panic behind a saccharine smile. He maneuvered through the crowd, heading for the door. “Shall we take a walk? Then I’ll fuck you under the stars.”
Her feet felt glued to the floor. She couldn’t do this, even if her refusal angered her newfound family. Better to be powerless and proud than some masked stranger’s whore. These women with their low-cut gowns and lack of panties might enjoy an evening of unbridled sex, but spreading her legs to stoke up her power wasn’t for Viola.
The blond warrior forced his way toward her, his gaze still fixed on her. Something about his possessive glare sent nervous shivers running down her spine. She pulled out of her dance partner’s arms and raced through the crowd. The back wall barred her way.
Beside her, a woman panted heavily, eyes closed as her partner pounded his cock into her. He looked at Viola, winked, and mouthed, You’re next.
She wanted to scream and run out the door. Blond and Brooding stalked toward her, but the stern twist of his lips didn’t bode well. No way did she want a man like him for her sexual partner. And still he bore down on her.
His movements were slow and deliberate, his jaw set, and his lips pursed as he tracked her. She pressed against the wall and hoped he’d forget her and stalk someone else. Her heart pounded and her hands shook. Maybe if she stayed still, he’d forget her and move on to someone else.
Arms crossed at the waist, she shut her eyes. It didn’t help. He grabbed her wrist, his grip a little too tight, and tugged her close. His musky vanilla essence made her mouth water. Her eyes flew open, but before she could say a word, the blond heaved her over his shoulder and flashed away from everything oversexed and Fae. Truly terrified, Viola thumped her fists on her captor’s back. She kicked hard at his chest and sank her teeth into his broad back. “King Leonidas will kill for you this.”
Her captor set her down and backed off. Fury radiated from him in waves. His voice sounded rough with anger, but that deep, angry rasp seemed achingly familiar. “He’ll kill me just for coming near you. So, how many Fae did you fuck before I grabbed you?”
