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The sun shone high in the sky as the games began. The arena smelled of sand and old blood . . . but soon it would be freshly stained red.
Before the warriors came out, though, the entertainment for Caitlyn came in the form of the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Mel Medarda was a sensual goddess made flesh, her svelte body draped in white that turned translucent under the light, teasing the silhouette of her body. When she stood, Caitlyn could see ever curve, and even the tantalizing gap between her thighs. Any onlooker who caught a glimpse of her found themselves hot under the collar, and Caitlyn was no exception.
Maddie giggled as Caitlyn pulled her onto her lap, kissing her on the neck while her hands roamed her lover’s body, a vent for her lust -but Maddie certainly wasn’t complaining.
Meanwhile, sitting beside Mel was someone in her league. Dressed in a sleeveless white vest over simple trousers, Jayce Talis looked like a statue of a god, chiseled muscles glowing in the sunlight. His charming smile was almost blinding, his hazel eyes looking like pure gold. Of course, he held little of Caitlyn’s interest -nothing beyond their friendship.
The sounding of horns drew Caitlyn’s attention as the gladiators stepped into the sands of the arena itself. One of them stood head and shoulders above the rest, the sun shining on her black hair and gleaming off her dusky skin, her muscled body having been massaged in olive oil for the show. Now Sevika gleamed, wearing a breastplate and wielding a sword -no shield for her. Though a collar wrapped around her neck, the Medarda emblem shining on it.
Mel smiled down at her-
“Fight well, my beast,” Mel called. “And perhaps you’ll earn a reward.”
Sevika raised her blade in a salute, no doubt shoving thoughts of a ‘reward’ to the side. She couldn’t be distracted, not now . . . no matter how appealing Mel’s ‘rewards’ were. Frankly, Caitlyn was a little jealous -she’d walked in on Sevika bound in leather as Mel teased her, edged her, then made her cum explosively, leaving the muscular woman was a shuddering wreck of lust . . .
Caitlyn distracted herself by wandering a hand up Maddie’s pale thigh, and hearing her gasp as Caitlyn’s fingers brushed across her barely-covered folds.
Her behavior wasn’t uncommon. Most of the gladiators belonged to someone, though there was an interesting situation among them: Wearing a beaked mask but otherwise uncovered down to his waist, the gladiator called Ekko cut a striking figure. Not so bulky as Sevika, but still certainly cut, he wielded a club and agility in equal measure, and his collar showed the emblem of the man beside him. That man was a blond with brilliant blue eyes and a cocky smirk, wielding a gauntlet that glowed with arcane power -his name was Ezreal, and he fought side by side with the gladiator he owned.
And loved.
Another horn sounded, and the bloodsport began!
And almost immediately, the first victory was claimed as Sevika rounded on her nearest foe -a young woman with a trident. A brutal swing of Sevika’s sword tore the trident from her hand, leaving it on the ground behind Sevika -out of her foe’s reach. But then Sevika turned to the audience, raising her blade . . . and dropping it to the sands.
The crowd roared at the display of gallantry, of fairness in the midst of injustice, and Mel smiled, clapping her hands for her champion.
Sevika, buoyed by the audience’s adulation, charged at her opponent. She dodged, but Sevika caught her with a brutal clothesline, then took her to the ground! Sevika was skilled at using her strength and weight to bring her victory, and her foe was helpless but to writhe beneath her, failing to break free -and tapping out!
Mel bit her bottom lip . . .
“Should I find something else to fill my evening with?” Jayce asked softly, his hand gently caressing Mel’s bare shoulder.
“Yes,” Mel murmured.
Seeing Sevika take apart her opponents was a spectacle, and Caitlyn enjoyed it almost as much as Mel. A strong woman showing that power, exulting in it . . . all while being collared, chained, an obedient pet for her mistress-
Caitlyn rubbed her thighs together, and Maddie’s breath caught as a single finger slid into her entrance.
Sevika tore through the opposition until it was just her, Ekko, and Ezreal left. They wove around her, dodging her blows. Ezreal’s gauntlet conjured blasts of the arcane, and his lean legs flexed under his armored skirt as danced out of her range, trying to wear her down. And when she rushed him, Ekko was there to deflect any blows he couldn’t dodge!
It was strength against agility, and left Sevika snarling in frustration. But there was one more thing at play: Experience. Ekko and Ezreal were young men, used to fighting in the arena . . . yet Sevika had much more experience fighting in much dirtier places.
Ekko deflected her sword down into the sand, the point digging in -then flicking up, which flung sand into Ezreal’s eyes! He cried out, instinctively backing up, but Sevika bullrushed him and feinted a punishing blow. Just as she knew, Ekko got in the way, and the feint was revealed as Sevika redirected her blow to open a line of red across Ekko’s body. A shallow cut, not life-threatening, but enough to make him flinch before Sevika just bowled him over, sending him tumbling to the ground-
And looked up to see Sevika’s blade at his throat.
“I yield,” Ekko growled from beneath his mask.
“You win this time, Sevika,” Ezreal praised. “Let me have my champion back?”
Sevika snorted, moving her blade away -and Ezreal promptly grabbed Ekko and disappeared in a cheeky flash of arcane energy.
The crowd roared for Sevika’s triumph, the sound echoing off the stone and sand as she raised her sword high. Muscles flexing under the sunlight, a little bruised but standing strong!
Mel raised a golden goblet to her, a token of acknowledgment that few others received in their entire lifetime. She allowed Sevika to savor the moment, much like she’d savor Sevika’s body later.
But once the cheers died, the horns sounded again, and Mel Medarda stood. She stepped forward, into the sunlight beyond the awning that gave her shade. At once, Caitlyn bit her bottom lip, admiring how the rays of sunshine pierced her flowing white dress, presenting a tempting shadow of her sensual form.
“Imagine how the fabric would fall away from her,” Maddie whispered in Caitlyn’s ear. “How her body would taste under your lips.”
As she whispered, her hands roamed Caitlyn’s form, caressing and teasing until she was hot under her clothes.
“My citizens!” Mel Medarda called out. “The games have begun, yet before they continue, we must see to the duty of our state -to justice!”
The gates to the arena opened, and a handful of figures were pushed into the sand. Most had pallid, unhealthy skin, dressed in rags, and most rubbed their wrists where the manacles they had just worn had rubbed them raw.
They were criminals.
Three amongst them stood out, and only because of their hair color: Two blue and long, one red and short. All of them were young women, huddled close to one another.
“To you, we offer mercy,” Mel continued. “Take up arms and best my champion, and you will be free.”
The woman with red hair stood, pulling herself free of the two younger woman with blue hair-
“Vi, no!” One of them screamed.
But Vi stood tall and defiant, the rags she wore ragged enough to show a powerful body beneath them.
“Mmm, who’s this?” Caitlyn wondered, looking forward.
There was a weapon’s rack on Vi’s way to Sevika, one with old weapons and ill-made armor. Scraps from the armory, not fit for a self-respecting warrior.
Vi looked at the weapons with disdain, and pulled on a pair of gauntlets -and gauntlets only. She spread her fingers within them, testing their flexibility . . . then making a fist.
Two of them, in fact.
Vi strode forward, every step determined, her eyes shining like steel in the sunlight. Sevika stood still, waiting for her, looking her up and down with eyes considerably less lustful than others looking on.
When she got close enough, Sevika swung. A testing, probing strike-
And Vi dived beneath it, rolling and coming up to her feet inside Sevika’s guard! Her muscular body uncurled like a spring as she drove a fist upward with all her strength, landing a gutpunch that dented Sevika’s armor and made her gasp.
Sevika wasn’t the only one.
Caitlyn stared, eyes wide. This woman, this Vi . . . her strength, her speed, it was like nothing she’d seen before. And Maddie noticed her reaction, eyes narrowing at her lover. To lust after Sevika or Mel Medarda was one them, both of them were practically celebrities. But some prisoner bitch from the choked pits of Zaun?
Of course, Sevika was also from there, and swung down at Vi. It was a hasty swing, done to make space -force Vi back to a distance where Sevika’s reach had the advantage. But Vi just raised one hand, blocking it on her gauntlet as her other hand went for a haymaker! Sevika ducked the punch and rammed a knee between Vi’s legs, making her grunt in agony and stagger on weak legs. That moment was all Sevika needed to back off to a favorable range, and make a swing that Vi had to leap back from.
Sevika pressed forward relentlessly, expertly using the length of her blade to keep Vi too far for retaliation! Vi kept her fists raised, deflecting the occasional blow on her gauntlets as she looked for an opening -but found none. Sevika had her measure now.
“Impressive,” Jayce murmured. “But is it impressive enough?”
Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed. “It is. She’ll make her move any second now.”
And Vi did. Sevika lunged forward, a straight thrust of her sword-
But Vi grabbed it in a gauntleted fist.
Stepping into the lunge, Vi punished Sevika with a metal-shod punch across the face! Sevika staggered back, losing her grip on her sword and letting out a string of curses.
Yet Vi didn’t use the sword herself.
No, she tossed it on the ground between them!
The crowd roared their approval, another display of gallantry -and from a criminal, no less!
Caitlyn’s breath caught at the audacious action-
But Jayce smirked.
“Clever woman,” Jayce praised. “That’s bait if I’ve ever seen it.”
Sevika appeared to go for it, moving low to the ground in preparation to scoop up her blade by the hilt. Vi lunged forward, jumping into the air to bring her fist down in a hammerblow that would crack bone. But Sevika suddenly straightened up and reached out, catching Vi-
And slamming her into the ground!
Vi let out a strangled gasp and writhed on the sand, the air knocked out of her lungs! She could barely move as Sevika scooped up her sword, and held the point to Vi’s throat-
“Mercy!” Caitlyn forced out quickly. “Please-”
Mel Medarda raised one hand, curling it into a fist. The horns blew, and Sevika stilled-
One of the blue-haired young woman, with twin braids that went down to her feet and bounced behind her, went sprinting towards Vi!
“She lost,” Mel pointed out, her voice soft and low.
“I want her,” Caitlyn said simply. “What is the price for her to be my champion?”
Mel laughed lightly. “She’s of no significance. Should she submit, she is yours.”
And with that, Mel stood, stepping forward to the railing and looking out at the warriors.
“You have been claimed,” Mel announced. “Stand and leave the arena. Your life is no longer forfeit today.”
Meanwhile, the young woman with the long blue braids passed by the weapons rack and soon reached Vi, helping her to her feet.
“Jinx, get away,” Vi panted, voice taut with fear. “Now!”
“I’m not gonna leave you!” Jinx insisted, a wild defiance in her eyes.
Vi gritted her teeth . . . then spat in Mel’s direction.
“I don’t care about my life,” Vi snarled.
“So be it,” Mel accepted.
Caitlyn looked on with fear-
Sevika raised her blade-
Vi shoved Jinx away-
And when Sevika swung at Vi, Vi raised her gauntlets, blocking the blow. It was a contest of strength, both women seemingly evenly matched at first. But Sevika’s power outdid Vi’s, and she slowly pressed down.
A flash of steel changed the balance of power. From beneath Jinx’s rags came a small knife, taken from the weapons rack on her way past, and now darting upward to stab Sevika in the armpit!
Sevika roared in pain, backhanding Jinx and sending her to the sand, bleeding from her lip-
“Stop this,” Caitlyn hissed.
“She made her choice,” Mel said simply.
“An artery runs through the armpit -your champion will die if she doesn’t have aid immediately!” Caitlyn insisted. “I will take them -Vi and the other girls.”
“She spit on our mercy,” Mel pointed out.
“But they won,” Jayce weighed in. “Sevika will not last long now.”
Mel looked undecided for another moment.
“When Sevika is recovered, why don’t I wrestle her for you?” Jayce offered. “Battle for your . . . pleasure?”
“Jayce, no!” Caitlyn gasped.
It was a debasing offer. To lower oneself to wrestle with a slave . . . and it would hardly be traditional wrestling. Both of them would be nude, covered in olive oil, their sport a sensual show for Mel herself. To put oneself on the same level as a gladiator was simply wrong.
Mel raised her fist again.
“The prisoners have won,” Mel announced. “Take them for safekeeping, and see to my champion.”
Immediately, enforcers stormed into the stadium. Armored from head to toe and wielding vicious clubs, they weren’t at all gentle about herding the prisoners away. But Sevika was given a little more respect, walking out under her own power as she kept pressure on her wound -and glared at Jinx.
She wouldn’t forget that anytime soon . . .
But Jinx didn’t care. Vi was alive, and that was all that mattered.
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“Jinx -Powder,” Vi gasped under their combined assault.
The moment the cell door closed, they were all over her. Hands roamed her body, feeling for any bad injury, even as they kissed her ferociously.
“We’re-” Vi tried to say, then, “Mmph!”
That was all that came out as Jinx claimed her lips in a hungry kiss, her body molding itself against Vi’s. It was a deep and desperate kiss, stealing the breath from Vi’s lungs and making her heart thunder.
Jinx pulled away-
Only for Powder to take her place! Powder’s kiss was softer yet somehow needier, drinking in the reassurance of her sister’s life in the sensations between them.
Vi felt lightheaded as she was basically passed back and forth between them. Her younger sisters were greedy little things, never leaving her lips along for more than a second, even as their hands marauded across her muscled form.
“You saved us,” Powder whispered in Vi’s ear as Jinx kissed the living daylights out of her. “Thank you.”
Vi, meanwhile, was practically melting against the wall. She was concerned a moment ago about their privacy, but the only window in the stone box they were in was a small one at the door with bars across it -and a metal cover slid closed. Now she didn’t have any concerns at all, thoroughly kissed away by the loves of her life.
And her body responded.
The prisoner’s rags they had been wearing weren’t at all up to the task of containing Vi’s womanhood, and it slipped free as it grew nice and hard as Jinx and Powder ravished her. Not only did it lift the rags in a massive tent, it extended outward, her personal sword -she didn’t need Sevika’s.
Powder looked down and giggled. “She missed us . . .”
Jinx bit her bottom lip, eyeing it up.
It had been weeks since they’d been alone together . . .
“I think she deserves a reward for saving us, don’t you?” Powder said, a delighted grin on her face.
“Fuck,” Vi panted, as she could finally breath now that neither of them were stealing her lips. “Is this really the best time . . . ?”
“Don’t know when we’ll have another,” Jinx pointed out.
“Me first!” Powder claimed.
She sank to her knees with the grace of experience, and gently cradled Vi’s length. Taking a long, deep sniff of it, Powder appreciated her sister’s dick, giving it a much more filthy kiss than her lips got. Vi’s breath caught as she felt Powder’s sweet lips and sinful tongue on her achingly-hard cock-
Vi just had to wrap her arms around Jinx and pull her into a heated kiss, venting the growing lustful pleasure by devouring her lips. It was to no one’s surprised that her hands journeyed down to Jinx’s tight little rear, squeezing her cheeks and making her groan into the kiss!
When the kiss ended, they were both panting -but Jinx lowered herself to Vi’s chest, stripping away the rags and getting at Vi’s mouthwatering tits. They were good handfuls, perky yet made even more prominent by her solid pecs beneath them, and crowned with tender nipples that adored the touch of her sisters. Jinx eagerly leaned in, kissing one, then the other and making Vi groan in pleasure.
Reaching down, Vi couldn’t help but lay a hand on Powder’s head, feeling the soft blue hair under her palm and pulling her down. She didn’t use much force -Powder knew what she wanted. Her mouth opened and Vi slid right in. Powder’s lips welcomed Vi’s thick cock like she was coming home, and her eager sucking made Vi groan and lean against the wall.
Fuck, Powder was good at giving head. There was a gentle enthusiasm to it, one that went with the absolutely delighted expression on Powder’s face as she started to bob on her sister’s length. She loved it, loved feeling Vi throb in her mouth, loved every little sound of pleasure she evoked. And as Powder sucked, her hands stroked the rest of Vi’s shaft, twisting ever so slightly to create a gentle milking motion that left Vi weak at the knees.
“Shit, fuck, Pow,” Vi moaned. “Not gonna last.”
“Then don’t,” Jinx whispered. “Cum for us. Fill Powder up.”
Her fingernails scratched against the wall as she writhed in place. Her womanhood felt like a pulsating beacon of pleasure, warm bliss flowing through her body in waves. And those waves collided with the sensations of Jinx eagerly at work on her chest, sucking one nipple while she caressed the other. They were like little embers on her chest, burning with delightful feeling as her sisters undid her utterly.
If Vi hadn’t been so ambushed by their lust and love, she might’ve been able to properly take control. But right now, all she could do was try to hold on as Powder and Jinx drove her wild with their lips and hands!
Then Powder flicked her tongue against Vi’s glans, and Vi was seized by the storm of her climax!
“I’m-,” Vi gasped. “Fuck, you two, fuck!”
Her hips jerked as the utter ecstasy wracked her from head to toe, making her tense all over. Her girldick throbbed, firing out a thick, creamy lance of cum that Powder eagerly swallowed. But it was only the first, and Powder struggled to keep up as Vi’s balls pulsed and swamped her with her sister’s seed!
“Fuck . . . yes . . .” Vi groaned softly.
So much tension and fear, utterly drained into Powder’s greedy lips. And in their place was left nothing but pleasure -sweet, world-rocking pleasure that left her panting and moaning. Powder milked her of her load through it all, eagerly sucking and stroking as Vi shuddered in bliss!
In the end, Vi was left so, so satisfied.
“Fuck, Pow,” Vi sighed, stroking her hair. “And you, Jinx . . . fuck . . .”
Powder finally pulled off Vi’s dick, and opened her mouth slightly to show it absolutely full of Vi’s cum. Thick and creamy, shining in what little light they had-
Then Jinx grabbed her by her single braid, and pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Vi bit her bottom lip as her sisters shared her seed, with Jinx happily taking whatever she could from Powder’s mouth as their kiss got deeper and hornier.
Hands wandered each other’s bodies as they sank into their love for each other. The kiss only broke as they both swallowed, then smiled happy little smiles before leaning in for another hot, incestuous kiss.
But this one was shorter, as Jinx pulled away and her eyes widened-
“Someone’s coming,” she hissed.
And it wasn’t either of them.