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Trapped in the past?

Claudia didn't know exactly how it had happened, but the guy she'd been trying to snag an artifact from had caught her instead. She remembered being dragged through some kind of portal, and a conversation with some very strangely-dressed individuals that would have scared even some of the toughs she'd known in her time on the streets. It had been hours before she really understood what had happened, to get even a slight grip on the foreign words and sights around her. Somehow, she'd been sent back in time, when exactly she wasn't certain, and given over to these scoundrels to do with as they pleased. It wasn't until she saw the city that she even knew where she was. Nobody could mistake Rome, even this ancient shining city.

Her wrists tied together and into a string with the other unfortunates, the only real indignities she'd been spared were being stripped of her possessions and raped. From the little she could catch, they thought she would being them quite a small fortune as a wonder. Maybe even one of the senators would find her worth having, and it wouldn't do to damage the goods unnecessarily. Still, she had quite a few bruises and a blackening eye from the casual 'encouragements' she'd received. A halting attempt at what she knew of Latin and Greek had only resulted in snickering laughter and an incomprehensible reprimand with a threatening knife at her mouth. Apparently their definition of 'damaged goods' didn't include the ability to speak.

Now, she was turned over to the slave auction, and there, nothing could have prepared her for the indignities. Her clothes, much the worse for wear after all the travel were unceremoniously stripped off her in front of the noisy crowd as one man gave a long-winded description of her, enthusiasm clear even through the language barrier. She struggled against the touches of interested parties, only her bonds keeping her from being able to strike back.

She'd yanked away from yet another impertinent squeeze when she finally saw a familiar face. It made her gasp, her thoughts latching onto the name that went with it in what might have been a prayer of salvation, but she had to get his attention. And if he was the one from this time, she couldn't just call him by name. Not his real name. Still, she knew one of those he'd used in the millenia he'd been hanging around pretending not to be an archangel.

"Loki! Help me!" The words were in modern english, and that was probably a mistake, but she was too distracted to try for something more appropriate to the era just now. She had to get his attention, maybe get the eager shoppers to give her some space. She had to get out of here.

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Gabriel's hips keep rolling forwards, encouraging her to fall over the edge so he could follow. He wants her thoroughly sated before falling asleep.

It's only a few more thrusts before he manages to bring her once again, something about his intensity making it seem all the better for some inexplicable reason. She wants him to keep going, to be there with her all night, as many times as they can manage.

Gabriel takes that as his cue to let himself go, shuddering as he fills her again, his thrusts slowing to a stop to give her a breather. "Mmm."

Claudia smiles at him when they both finish, running a fingernail along the line of his jaw. "Hands or mouth, do you think?"

She appreciated the breaks, but there was no reason he shouldn't have some fun while she recovered.

"Mmm. Mouth seems good," he says rolling over onto his back and off and out of her. He rather agrees with getting to continue having fun.

"Guess I'll just have to work my way down," she says, sliding over him, draping her body on top of his as she licks and kisses her way lower, taking her time to enjoy it before she finally settles between his legs, flicking soft little licks along his cock like she might slowly enjoy a lollipop.

Gabriel groans as she works her way down and tangles his fingers in her hair once she finally reaches her destination. He's entirely ready to go.

She expected nothing less, but since she's supposed to be 'recovering' she thought a little lingering would be worth it. But it was easy enough to take that hint, sliding her lips around him and drawing him even as she uses one hand to stroke his sack.

Gabriel groans again as his hips rock up in response. He thinks it won't be very long at all before he's coming.

Claudia gives him a look as she notices his current state, thinking, If you go too quickly, I may have to begin all over again. Sometimes he really didn't know how to go slow. She wanted to make their last night in this place last. To remember what it was like amid firelight and furs.

Wouldn't that be a shame, Gabriel responds, somehow not at all bothered by the prospect.

She hums around him, unable to be annoyed with his snark like this. Perhaps some of the ideals of this time had worn off more than she'd thought when the idea of giving such service to her 'god' gave her a slight case of warm fuzzies.

Gabriel groans and rocks his hips up, precome starting to bead at the tip of his cock. His internal prediction that he wasn't far away turning out to be accurate.

She draws back enough that she can slide her tongue along his slit, drinking in the precome before she swallows him down again, encouraging him on with hands and mouth. Claudia loves every part of this, and can't complain in the least. It means that she might be able to do more before they go again.

Gabriel shudders as his hips rock up only a few more times before he's coming. After it's over, he lets his body relax on the bed. He can wait a little before going again.

When she finishes, she draws off, laying her head on his thigh as she watches him, a smug satisfaction on her face. "I wonder if I can get my mouth around you, balls and all, like this..."

He usually stirred so quickly that she didn't have to do much in the way of foreplay. Lucky archangel.

"I think you might find yourself with too big a mouthful," he points out with an arched brow.

"Pity," she said, and instead goes to tease at his sac, gently drawing one side then the other into her mouth. Claudia wants him to be thinking about this at least as much as she will in the following days. TO know that she gave him the best goodbye-for-now sex they could manage.

Gabriel shivers, cock stiffening as he becomes aroused again. He's actually beginning to want more than just her mouth. "How do you want it?"

She draws back when he says that, crawling back up his body in a way that lets him rub all the way down her front. "Mmm, not sure. Do you have any suggestions?"

Claudia enjoys the feel of him pressed between them for a moment, giving a little light friction to avoid losing ground.

"Taking you while you're on your hands and knees sounds good," he says, rocking his hips up once she's most of the way up him.

"You animal," she teases, shifting to take that position on the mattress. "I'd say you want to make me your bitch, but I'm not sure how well that translates."

"It's a perfectly acceptable sexual position," Gabriel says mock-haughtily, getting up to move behind her. Then he's lining himself up and sinking into her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him.

"Yeah, well, my ancestors turned into prudes along the way," she said, although it was probably the last thing she was going to say coherently for a while.

Very likely, as this position gives him a good angle to snap his hips forwards into her for the best results.

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