In The Arena
Short fiction of a arena champion and his opponent.
This has no ties to any of my other stories and was something written spur the moment.
Not sure how the thought came to be written out really.
I was born for the ring. I grew up training as a slave to the arena. I have never lost a match. I gained more recognition then most and after my last few fights have earned my title as Grand Champion. I seldom see a challenge anymore but this new challenger comes from a far region. Perhaps he will have a unique stance or strategy?
Could he manage to spill some of my blood with his own? I have had enough fights to earn my freedom but where would I go? I know nothing else then combat and my studies of them.
I could have asked for clues or hints but it's no matter. I am the best there has been. Prime stock and a master of all weapons. I hear the crowd cheering for my entrance. It's time to prepare myself. Looking at my options I could focus on lighter gear to maneuver better or heavy platemail to shrug off my opponent's blades.
Assuming they choose a bladed weapon... Not knowing this region's fighting style I had best take something inbetween. The same thoughts creep by me for my weapons selection. A heavy axe would be fun. I love the splatter of blood but something with more finess will allow me to avoid strikes and make my own. A narrow bladed sword will be my side weapon but I can't go in without my darlin' Ariel. Placing my medium armour on and strapping the narrow blade to my belt I hefted my axe, Ariel has a feel like no other, and marched to the gate.
"Today we have twin grand champions from separate realms! Sure to be an astounding fight for all!" there was a pause for the crowd to settle.
"It gives me great pleasure to introduce our own grand champion, Borgath the Tremor Cleaver!!!" The gate lifted and I strode out into the bloodstained arena.
So many great memories here on this field. I can smell another victory already. Time for me to give them my solute and catch phrase. You always cater to the crowds given the chance!
I raised Ariel over my head and, for more times then I could count, announced loud and clear "Prepare yourselves for carnage! This arena trembles before my prowess!"
I saw another speaker move into place to announce my next victim. He was a thin man dressed well. He began to speak "We have traveled over the lands in search of a challenger who could face our champion in battle! Let us hope your Borgath is not sent into tremors of his own when faced against..." I wish I could remove his somber looking face from his body and tarnish those silly fabrics of his. I was so focused on that thought I missed some parts of the introduction. "...pion Misstress Mae Ori!"
Did he say 'misstress'? I was suddenly paying attention to him but he was done talking. looking to the other gate I saw him... Her! She's not a misstress, she is a goddess! she selected leather and chainmail armour and it hugged her body snuggly. Her right arm was naked and her muscles appeared taught and sinuous. Her hands grasped a thick broad sword which further showed her strength if she intended this fight to last very long. The lower body had plated greaves with a leather and chainmail skirt that left her muscular legs completely open. I never have seen such a gladiator that could arrouse both my fighting and mating spirits at once!
Studying her movements I picked out that she favored her right side. I wonder how agile she is? Most who focus on might fail to get time to train in agility. Ariel, do your stuff... Pity that I will have to kill this fine looking specimen. I marched up hoisting Ariel and swung wide when she moved to attack. The crowd jeered but there was yet to be any blood. She is FAST! What was her name again? I swung again and again but she ducked under or flipped OVER Ariel each time. Her strikes were quick but lacking the timing needed to get past my skills. I deflected or evaded each one with moderate effort.
My last wing finally met steel but on her terms. She dipped in close and spun in a flash kicking me in the jaw. Was that... no, get your head out of your pants and into the match. Her tactic to watch my most common attacks and parry them because clear when she glanced my armour with that sharp tip. This woman is impressive!What was her name again? I should find that out before she dies. "Not bad, girl." I taunted at her not expecting a retort. Once again she surprised me.
"I'm surprised you've lasted this long stud!" My gracious, that voice! The angels themselves would weep with jealousy if they heard her. We circled each other looking for our moment to strike. I may as well give the crowd something to chew on while I ponder my next approach.
"A pretty voice you have. Shame the last sounds you will make are screams." I heard laughs from my end but scoffs from her's. Understandably she is good but her agility will not mean much when I draw my sword.
"The only screams here will be yours!" I never expected her to dart at me like that! Such a reckless charge that I barely managed to avoid it let alone strike her in the back. She dived into a roll to dodge my followup attack and that is when I knew for sure what I saw. She was not wearing anything under her armour! I could feel myself getting hot and the pressure against the inside of my pants. I gulped and took a bit longer then I realized to recover my stance. I missed my chance entirely!
I put Ariel across my back and drew my sword. "You're fast but my blade is faster."
"Being fast with a woman is never a good thing Borgath."
I drove forward and discovered she could defend herself well with that broadsword as if it weighed half what it appeared to. I am again impressed by this woman.
There! her last block left her side open entirely! I shoved my blade out for her shoulder but a last minute twist allowed me to only tear through a leather strap and graze her. What a lucky strike though! Her left breast was nearly uncovered now. Supple and tender, I can see the edge of her areola. It's getting harder to move with this errection. "Ha, the first blood is mine!" I delcared at the wittness of the drip from the graze on her shoulder.
"Been a long time since someone caught me but I can still win!" I love that feisty spirit she has!
"Come at me then!" I charged her giving it my all, after many thrusts, parries, and swings, I caught her off balance. She fell further back then I expected, into a head over heels flip,and gave me another brief view of her womanhood. I went fully, instantly , and painfully, erect at the mere sight of her magnificent loins. Between the flip somewhere her breast came completley out for the arena crowd that cheered madly. As if they could see anything well at those distances.
She was breathing heavy and her sword was held much lower then her previous stances. I was winded myself but she was getting tired before I was.
Her eyes darted down suddenly then she moved a hand from her sword to cover her breast. "Hey! N, No fair!" Her attitude flickered to fear for a moment!
"You have been a worthy opponent. I would ask your name." it was obvious she would not be able to wield that broad sword with one hand much longer. I want to know the name that I will be taking to my dreams tonight.
"M, Mae Ori. This fight isn't over till it's over and you are dead."
"Oh, ho! You can barely hold up that sword and cover yourself." I had hopes she would drop the hand and come at me again like a warrior. I was dissappointed.
I made my way toward her slashing and cutting at her again. She blocked a few and dodged others but soon I landed a decent cut across her thigh. She let loose a quick sound of pain and shut it out. her stance changed again and left an opening which I exploited by moving too close for her to strike. The crowd swelled when the heavy 'clang' of metal sounded out on the field. I must have taken the warrior out of her with that disarmament. She swung with crazed fury with her bare hands unable to harm me beyond my armour.
I caught her hand and flung her to the ground. When she hit the dirt Mae's body splayed out and her skirt flipped up to the edge of her vagina's little lips. I don't know how to handle this anymore "If you won't die like a warrior then you can die like a whore!" I threw my blade across the arena and began to undo my pants.
Mae quickly recoiled with a lack of thought. She pushed her skirt down to cover herself before scooting backwards futily. "Please... just kill me, please!"
I was so relieved to get myself out from that trapping. My cock had been wanting this for most of the fight and I am so pent up now. "Mae, You enticed me greatly and I am sure..." I raised my voice to the crowd "...The crowd would enjoy the fucking of two grand champions!" I got mixed reaction again. Her supporters were not pleased at all. Not even the men.
Her announcer pleaded to end the fight but our announcer shook his head. "The fight was agreed to be handled in any way to the death. With any weapons and by ANY means. Rape is not excluded."
Mae was shaking for the first time. If I were not so damn horny right now I might feel bad for her. I descended over her while she tried to scramble to her feet.
I shoved her down but though she lacked coordination she was still strong. Thank goodness she is already exhausted. Mae squealed when I tore the other strap apart.
She attempted in vain to hide herself before I spread her arms to give the crowd a good look at her firm upper body and perky breasts (B cups).
Mae's legs were a challenge and she managed to land a knew to my groin more then once before I could tie her hands together with straps from her armour.
I am really going to enjoy this afterall! I was so solid I lifted her skirt up with my third appendage. Smearing some pre near her entrance in the process was a pleasant accident but the best part was the look of terror in her face. "What's the matter Mae? Never been fucked in the arena before?"
Her face drained of color and she went completely still when my head pressed up to her smooth folds.
Such an amazing look for the woman who worried me in the ring to behave so queer at the thought of being penetrated. I know I am well off and looking at her own size this could hurt her pretty good but it's to the death so what is pain. Pushing in was tough... She kept still when I tried again. Mae started thrashing again and forced me to pull her back down and drag myself back up to her from behind. I held her down and pulled her onto her side. Lifting her leg up I positioned myself at her door again and pushed hard. Mae's body gave in and I slipped in the first inch.
She went still again, her body quivered, and she began to whimper. I knew she was tight but this was unexpected. Being a champion often means being breeding stock either for the owner or for the future champions but Mae was, up till a moment ago, a virgin.
Her hymen tore and she screamed out. I never had a virgin before. She's so tight! Her firm walls are squeezing around me. Actually hurts a bit but based on her screams it's far far worse for her. Mae kept screaming when I lifted her leg and forced most of what I had into her freshly opened canal. Warm blood trickled around my meat when I pulled back. Pushing back in was even harder! Glad I didn't go all the way out. Now that she stopped squirming I grabbed her breast with a hand and circled my other hand down to rub her clitoris. Mae started moving with me at that moment and began to relax. I think she is getting into it!
"Borgath!" Did she just scream my name? I thrust into her again and again but did not hear my name another time just moaning. Her slick walls carressed my length and I bucked up and after her relaxed I felt the end of her depths. I pounded at the entrance to her womb and kept going while her ripcord muscles jerked and quivered against mine. Mae's hands carressed my cheek and pressed my hand more firmly to her breast.
I won't last long at this rate! Her young freshly deflowered cunt is spraying her orgasm at me! I gave her a nip at the neck and she returned it with a kiss on my lips. I relished that! Mae was inexperienced in that too but violating her unused cunt in the arena is enough to last me months!
I finally gave it when she clamped down onto me again. Pressurized cum sprayed out from her tight pussy and I bucked a few more times.
"Mae, you have an amazing body."
"I never knew it was like that. Thank you." Her breathing is so taxed. I adore how her breasts rise and fall with each breath as her juicy cave tenses in the same rythm.
"I really wish I didn't have to kill you, Mae." I know this is a death fight and with the fucking over I gotta end it or my cred as a champion will suffer.
"I feel the same way about you, Borgath." She says it like she thinks she can still win, ha!
"Mae, I admire your spirit but when it comes to this fight you are, quite literally, f...." I never got to finish my sentence. While I was riding out my 'moment of glory' She had apparently pulled a small stilletto from her greave and shoved it into the side of my skull. Not sure when she got her hands free but at least she waited for me to finish.
I watch her matches from up here now. She got better then I ever was with some more time and became quite the horny squirting vixen. Another show I always enjoy seeing. If anyone is wondering about the outcome of my last match she may have won the match but I am the true winner. I served all my life and never expeted to have a child that would not be held into the ring. Mae Ori gave me that child. She was already a free fighter and thus her child, our child, was born free.