The Arena

The Arena
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When you find treasures for a living, you often have quite a bit of spending money. My first big find was uncovering a bunch of Jade statues of some ancient Snakeman empire, and those netted me quite a fortune. I was but barely a man at the time and had few worries in my life aside from where the Royal Museum of Antiquity was going to ship me off to next, so I decided I was going to spend my fortune not on the practical things, but the fun things. And I knew just where to go...

The Republic of Voluptus is a paradise in its own right. It's isolated from the Empires and Kingdoms on the mainland, and exists in the middle of the great sea. Far enough away to keep its own independence, but close enough to trade with most of the world. Volupti sailors and merchants journey to parts of the world nobody else has dares to go, bringing back strange plants and animals, and people even. It also established itself as being a hub for entertainment. Rich nobles the world over, sailors looking for a break, and even armies on leave would sail there to partake in Volutpi luxuries. Bathhouses, gourmet food, tournaments, gambling, brothels, theater, if you can think of it they probably have it.

For a young, worldly man like myself, this city was a place of dreams for me, and I was lucky to be two weeks sailing distance from Voluptus after receiving my payout for the dig. So I boarded the first boat heading there, and awaited my time of leisure.
After two weeks of being stuck in a dirty, cramped hold, I finally arrived. The docks were massive, ships of all types were entering and leaving, people of many cultures were haggling and working. I walked towards the grand city gate, where I was greeted by the guards.

They first spoke to me in their native tongue, which I did not understand. One of them asked me "Please show us money for enter." in my tongue. I opened up my bag, and showed the gold coins and bank notes I had been paid in. The guard yelled something and the gate opened for me.

In the streets I was shocked to see what looked like many rich men greeting and talking to visitors. This confused me greatly, until one of them approached me. He was a foot shorter than me, olive skinned and dark haired. He had a bushy beard which was highlighted with dyed streaks of white, and he wore a Toga adorned with feathers. He was a strange looking man, but he had a look of kindness to his face that reminded me of a kind baker or priest. He hugged me and exclaimed "Welcome to Voluptus!" He let me go and shook my hand "I am Scepio, and you are?" Stunned, I managed to stammer "Don." to this man.
"A pleasure, Don!" said Scepio. I asked, curiously, "What are all these wealthy men doing greeting visitors?" He chuckled and said "The tradition of hospitality. What better way to get somebody to spend money on your business than to be polite to them. What we do is we walk up to paying men like yourself and we recommend places for them to stay, eat, drink, fuck... the usual things. Most of the time we recommend our own businesses, get's the money flowing quicker." I nodded in understanding. He recommended me some places to sleep at, bathhouses to bathe at, and other establishments I should visit.
As I was about to part ways with Scepio, but he said "One more thing, Don. I can tell you're a sort of worldly man." I proudly responded "Indeed I am. How'd you figure?" He said "Well, most men who visit Volutpus never ask about customs and such, they just accept it and move on. You didn't, something I respect. Also I recognize that pin on your jacket." He pointed to the symbol of the Royal Museum pinned to my chest.

I laughed. "Alright, but what do you care of my worldliness?" I asked. He got closer to me and brought his voice down "I run a private show for many of the richer men, and a few woman, of the city. It's a very basic concept, but I feel it's genius." I was intrigued "Continue." I said waiting for Scepio's next words. "I take beautiful female warriors from all corners of the world, and pit them against each other in hand to hand combat, whilst in lewd attire." I grinned, I loved this idea just from hearing it. "I like it." He kept going, however "But that is not all. When one woman beats the other, the loser gets dominated, sexually, by the winner."

My mouth went  agape, this was shocking, but also arousing. I asked "How does a woman, do things with another woman?" it was a dumb question at the time, but none the less Scepio said "Come and find out. We meet at sundown, 3 blocks to the north of the Senate building. Look for my friend Crassus, he's the man in the purple hat. He'll get you in" I said I consider going, and bid Scepio a farewell.

After I spent some time cleaning up in the bathhouse, I rented a room there and spent my time pondering whether or not I should go to Scepio's event. On one hand he invited me, so it was probably free. As well, a primal festival and woman fighting and fucking was very arousing. But I was skeptical too. Perhaps Scepio was lying to me and was planning to do something to me? And even if it was real, I doubted they would let people please themselves there, so I wondered what the point of watching would be. But, eventually my curiosity won out, and by sundown I was on my way.
The streets were as crowded at night as they were at day, but now they were much less orderly and flowing with drunks. I arrived near the Senate building, where the streets were much less festive. I walked 3 blocks to the north, and to my surprise I saw a man in the distance, wearing a purple hat. I approached him cautiously, and asked "Sir, are you Crassus?" He looked up and gave me a friendly nod.

"Yes, I am Crassus. Scepio told me to wait out here for you to help you get in. So, shall we get going?" I said yes and followed him down an alley. He knocked on an iron door to a certain rhythm, and it opened. I was lead through a dark hallway by this strange man. My paranoia was beginning to take over, I was worried I could be jumped at any moment by goons, until we emerged from behind a curtain into large, well lit arena.

It was quite a spectacle, at least 200 people were seated. Crassus escorted me to an empty seat on level to the field where the fights took place, the only thing separating us from it was short marble rail which went around the whole arena. When we sat down, Crassus turned to me. "So tell me, Don, what is it that you do exactly? You don't look like a merchant or a noble." I answered "I'm an Archaeologist. A treasure hunter. Yourself?" "Oh," he pointed to his hat "I'm a senator."
I was shocked that a man of such importance would take enjoyment in the events that were described to happen here. "I don't know what to say, your..." he interrupted me "No need to use titles or any of that crap. I'm a man like you, not some Lord or King. I'm just a man who people like enough to let me have a say in their rule, and I guess they like me a lot because I've been in office for a decade and I haven't been killed or thrown out yet." he chuckled, grabbing a couple cups of wine off a passing servant."

We chatted for a while, discussing history and various cultures mostly. It was an interesting conversation to be certain, but it came to an end when Scepio took to the center of the Arena.

He spoke loudly "Men, Ladies, I greet you all again. And to any newcomers..." he looked at me and winked "...I welcome you, and hope you enjoy your time. Tonight, we have many exotic ladies ready to fight. Some familiar, some new."

While he spoke two cloaked figures approached enter through the doors on both sides. "For our first match..." bellowed Scepio loudly "...allow me to introduce a well known veteran, one well love by all of you: Leena, the Huntress of the Savannahs!"
One of the figures disrobed, revealing a scantily clad, dark skinned woman. She was toned, very toned. She sported prominent abs, and thick, thick thighs. Her body was pear shaped, she had small breasts but she very well made up for in the behind. Her head was shaved to near baldness, with one long braid going down her back. She wore a loincloth of leopards skin and a lion pelt covered her breasts. At the calling of her name she began dancing a tribal dance, her parts bouncing, and he lewd bits being revealed every so often. She was a beautiful woman, and I couldn't wait to see who she was to face.

Scepio continue "Challenging her is a newcomer. She may be inexperienced, but she is fierce, and she is beautiful. From the City of Ektropos, please welcome Myrine!"

The second figure disrobed, and underneath was an olive skinned, dark haired woman, similar to the Volupti, but tall. Very tall, she'd probably dwarf the average man in terms of height, and she eclipsed her opponent to be sure. She was slender, but still strong. She gleaned in the light, almost as though she coated herself in oil before the fight. She wore a Corinth helmet and a robe which barely hid her feminine parts from sight. She had a bow equipped, which she used to shoot an arrow at a target across from her, which missed the mark and hit the wall. I could tell she was nervous, she was shaking and had a nervous smile on her face.

The faced off and took a fighting stance. Scepio said "When the horn blows, you two will fight. You know the rules, no eye gouging, and no head butting. To win you pin the other for 5 counts, or if the other surrenders." He walked out and the horn blew.

Immediately the two girls were at each other with fists. Myrine had the reach advantage due to her height, but Leena blocked each hit, and each one she threw stumbled her Amazon opponent.  Myrine was trying to keep balance, but it was for naught. In a swift lunge Leena jumped on her like a wild cat and knocked her onto the dirt. It looked like she was pinned for a moment, but she managed to flip herself over and got on top of Leena.

She began landing punches on the Huntress's face, but it was in vain for she was soon in a tight grapple. They rolled back and forth, both trying to get a strong hold on the other. Myrine was clearly not a grappler, but Leena was. She got Myrine on her back and forced her into an armlock. It looked like she may have already beaten the amateur, but suddenly her opponents leg knocked her in the face, and broke free.

Quickly getting back on her feet, Myrine tried turning it back into a box. Using her legs length to her advantage, she threw kicks and knees at Leena, who couldn't get close enough to bring Myrine down. Sweat was starting to clean off their bodies, a sight I well welcomed.

Leena finally decided to try her luck and jumped onto Myrine, but she couldn't hold on, and it was a long fall from the tall woman, who then fell on top on her opponent with her knee out. Leena cringed in pain, and in this time Myrine pinned her to the ground. She struggled but 5 counts tolled.

With a look of joy on her face, Myrine grabbed Leena by the braid and lifted her up. She shouted in a thick accent "New girl beats the old whore. Time for the whores treatment." she slapped Leena's face and screamed "Get the equipment!" to a young man stranding near the entrance. He rolled a rack covers in chains, ropes, and things I couldn't even recognize. She threw Leena to the ground, holding her down with her foot, and pulled out iron handcuffs. She pulled Leena's arms back and slipped the cuffs on.
She forced Leena onto her knees and lifted her robe up, showing her curly black bush. Leena smiled, "New girl can fight good, but let's see if she can fuck good, that's why people come." she shouted, before she had her face forced into her opponents pussy. Myrine grinded and rubbed herself against Leena's face, biting her lip and smiling as she felt the defeated huntress licking.
I was completely focused on the goings on that I completely tuned out Crassus's friendly comments. I wasn't a stranger to sex, but everything about this was enthralling. The primal behavior, the taboo of two women, it felt beastly. It felt exciting. I looked to my right and observed a woman in a red dress rubbing herself lightly while nobody noticed. In fact, I noticed many people trying to pleasure themselves without it being blatant. I didn't wish to do that however, I felt it would be too degrading.

Myrine was quivering and breathing deeply, her opponent being forced to devour her cunt. You could see droplets of saliva and feminine juices dripping down her thighs as she nearly collapsed to the floor. She orgasmed, and she enjoyed it. She released her prisoner from between her legs and began kissing her, quite sloppily. Spit dripped and their tongues went everywhere. After landing a quick delicate kiss on Leena's thick lips after the sloppy ones, Myrine spoke out.
"Men and ladies, do you think my slave here deserves to be rewarded for her efforts in fighting?" The crowd cheered, and I could hear "Yes" being shouted in various languages. Myrine took Leena and bent her over a the rail separating us from them, and they also happened to be right across from the woman in red.

Myrine stuck a few fingers into Leena, and slowly pushed them back and forth. While she did this, the woman in red began conversing with her and Leena in Voluptan. The conversation lasted a minute or so, then suddenly the woman in red bent over and pulled the lion skin off of Leena's breasts.

She started fondling the dark skinned woman's breasts while kissing her deeply, all while her hips bucked at the entry of the Amazon's fingers. The crowd seemed to love it, as the woman starting suckling on her dark nipples. Those few fingers in her were slowly turning into Myrine's whole hand, and she moaned, loudly.
The moans were silenced as the strange woman stood up, lifted her skirt and forced Leena to give her the same treatment she gave Myrine minutes ago. As that happened, Myrin got her whole fist in Leena. Myrine's muscles tighted as she pulled it back and forth while rubbing Leena with her other hand.

Eventually Leena's hips thrusted back in forth and a surge of liquid spilled out from around Myrines's hand. She pulled out, and with that Leena passed out. But she wasn't done. She climbed over the rail and finished Leena's job for the strange woman with her hand, kissing the whole time. The crowd cheered as the woman climaxed.
Myrine climbed back over, and picked Leena up with a great display of strength, and carried her away out the side door, blowing kisses at the satisfied audience. Scepio passed them and took center stage once again, waiting for the excitement to die before he spoke again.

"That was quite a matchup, was it not? And it is always a sight when they let a member of the audience participate in their fun. But, we must move on, as there are more woman who wish to compete, and they are getting friskier by the minute!"
Two new cloaked figures appeared from the sides of the stage. I could hardly contain my excitement for the reveal. I turned to Crassus and asked "Who do you think will be fighting?" He just turned and said "Patience my friend. Scepio is a man of taste, whatever he plans is always great."

Scepio continued "On this side, we have a lady from the Steppes of Kamdar, don't underestimate her skills off horseback, Zaide!"
Another cloak came flying off, revealing a short, but toned looking girl wearing revealing furs and a woolen hat. She had a light brown skin tone, and her eyes were slightly slanted. Her body was nothing special, except for her legs. They were very thick and sexy, and I expected I'd see more kicking from her.

Scepio pointed to the other opponent "And on my other side, from the lowland jungles of the south, raised under the shade of great Ziggurats, Yaotl, the Blood Goddesses Claw!"

The other figure threw off her cloak and pounced in a catlike stance. She was dark, but not as dark as Leena, but her body was very similar. She was completely naked except for a jaguar hood. She was marked elaborately all over with red paint, animal symbols mostly. She snarled and hissed at her opponent, before jumping up into a low stance.

Scepio read the rules out again, and the horn blew. It was a cold standoff for a while, both combatants circled each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Yaotl was the one who did, she jumped into what looked like what was to be a nasty punch to the face, but she was knocked away by a well timed kick from Zaide. This didn't faze her too much, as she rolled and got back up quickly.

This fight was different from the others, it wasn't as crude and violent, it was actually somewhat graceful. Yaotl's way of fighting was very fitting of her garb, she did a lot of jumping and evading, only going for hits when she had good shots. Zaide's style was similar to that of the Monks of the Eastern Kingdoms, but much less refined. She threw many kicks and used many fluid movements. I had a feeling the winner would be decided by whoever could grapple best of the two non grapplers.

The grace did indeed come to an end, as Yaotl knocked Zaide down with a swipe of her feet, and got on her back, and tried to hold her down. Her body paint was running from the sweat, coating herself and in opponent in the red liquid. The grapple didn't last too long, Zaide got Yaotl off of her back and back on her feet, and landed a strong kick to the side of Yaotls face.

The fighting intensified, Yaotl stopped evading and went fully aggressive, throwing punches at her opponent, even trying to scratch her. This did not stop Zaide, who countered every punch and scratch with exceptional skill, which riled Yaotl.

Frustrated and on the Warpath, Yaotl struck Zaide in the death center of her face with such speed, I don't think anybody could have blocked it. Zaide fell on her knees, dazed and trying to get her bearings. Zaide, knowing Yaotl was vulnerable, threw another kick right at her face. She was down, but not out. Zaide went to pin her for the win, when Yaotl pulled her down. Barely hanging in there, she used what strength she hadn't used to try and get a submission off.

She held Zaide in a chokehold. She struggled, but she was stuck. Yaotl looked prideful, like she had done something great. She declared "My Goddess was on my side today!" This was a mistake however. While celebrating what she thought was to be her victory, she loosened her grip, allowing Zaide to escape and pin Yaotl down with little to no effort.

The count reached five, and the Nomad was declared the victor. She mocked Yaotl, "Looks like your gods have abandoned you." she said, as a Young Man on the sidelines ran up to her with a the rack of equiptment, and a strange looking contrpation.
She took some rope and grabbed the object and put it on like a pair of pants, and when it was on I realized what it was: it was some sort of wearable phallic object, but it was shaped like a horses member. I turned to Crassus, and in shock, asked "What the hell is that?" He simply smiled and said "It's not real, don't worry. Just made by a craftsman to look like one." I was still puzzled but less so.

Zaide grabbed the fake cock with her one hand and shook it around playfully, much to the crowds enjoyment. She yelled "And now I will mount the Jaguar like a Stallion mounts the Mare. Prepare to be bred." and walked over to the defeated Yaotl, spread on the floor and looking ashamed.

Zaide lifted her off the ground. She rubbed her hand on a patch of smudged body paint and smeared it all over Yaotl's face. Once again the defeated girl was brought over to the rail and tide by the arms to it, and gagged with it. Zaide put a few fingers in to stretch Yaotl out. Crassus whispered to me "The stuff Zaide does is the best, she is my absolute favorite girl."
She looked me dead in the eye, and smiled. "Come, man, I need your help." I was shocked, but Crassus said "Go to her, when Zaide wants you to help her, it is something you do not regret." I believed him, and I got out of my chair and walked over to her. She smiled at me and asked "The name of this man is?" Nervously I said "Don." trying not to make myself a fool in front of this woman. She said "Well Don, as you can see, our mare here it ready for breeding. But there is a single problem, she seems to have trouble getting wet. I don't want to cause the poor girl any pain..." she said that in a mocking, sarcastic tone,  "...so would you be so kind as to warm her up for me? I'm sure your tongue would get her nice and excited." I was speechless, but I couldn't think right now.

I forgot the crowd, and I fell to my knees, facing the space between Yaotl's thighs. Her sex was puffy and brown, and well waxed. Nearly perfect, in fact. I gripped her firm thighs, and with no second thoughts I buried my face in it. It smelled of sweat, and tasted of it as well, but I enjoyed the taste and aroma. I could hear the faint moans of Yaotl coming through her gagged mouth as I licked, kissed and sucked her sensitive regions.

My mind focused on what my mouth was doing, I was surprised by hearing Zaide's voice. "You're enjoying her cunt, yes?" she asked me. I simply nodded and continued eating at her. Zaide kept speaking "Well, that's good. But I hope you enjoy mine just as much."
I had no idea what she was talking about, but she told me to stand up. I was disappointed but also curious but what the Steppe Nomad wanted me to do next. She smacked Yaotl's ass and began inserting the fake member into her. It slowly stretched her until it was in nice and snug. Zaide then looked to me and said "Drop your bottoms. While I breed her, I want you to breed me." And with no questions I dropped my trousers and began finding a good angle to enter her into her while she entered Yaotl. She was much shorter than me but eventually, once she bent over a bit, I found a comfortable position.

She felt good inside, very good. Tight, warm, and soaking. I tried thrusting but it was pointless as she was doing the work for me, so I vide for simply groping her breasts while she worked. I grunted at the pleasure, it felt almost too good to be true, but it was true. I took time to admire the features on Zaide. She was definitely stronger than me, her muscles bulged slightly at the work she was doing, but she still retained an air of femininity. Her hips had little curves to them, nothing extreme but it fit with her small stature. And her backside had a bit of a jiggle to it that was very cute.

I couldn't hold myself for long, but I wasn't sure what to do. I had no time to think or ask, as I felt myself explode within the girl. She didn't mind though, I could see a shiver crawl up her, the good kind. She turned her head and whispered "Thank you." to me, while kissing my lips briefly. Yaotl was close to finishing. You could see her biting down hard on the rope, trying to hold it in, but like myself it was to no avail, and she shivered with orgasms.

I noticed a strange tube on the strap of the fake phallus, attached to a little pump. Zaide pushed the pump down and I noticed a torrent of white liquid shoot through it. She pulled it out, and out dripped the liquid. There was a lot, it came out in thick drops and stuck to her thighs. Zaide cheered "The mare has been bred!" to the audiences joy. She continued "I am not done with her." She untied and ungagged Yaotl and pulled her down off the rail. "Clean me out, but do not swallow." She said, shoving the face of the Jaguar warrior onto her. She lapped up my seed for a few minutes, before the short mistress bent down and began giving her the same type of sloppy kisses I had seen earlier, this time with an added mix of seed to it.

It was over now. Zaide dragged Yaotl off, and I decided it was time to take my seat again. I pulled up my trousers and ran back. Crassus awaited me with a wide grin "I don't think I've ever seen her let a man finish inside her before. She must have really liked you." I was embarrassed, but happy. Scepio returned to the center of the arena again, jollier than ever.
"Another great fight indeed. My friends, I love all of you very much so. And that is why tonight a veteran returns, one who hasn't been able to do combat in three years due to certain laws. Fortunately, my friend Crassus was able to overturn those rules a fortnight ago." The crowd cheered as the Senator rose up and took a bow.

Once again two more cloaked figures approached either side of Scepio. Scepio began introductions again "Our first girl, from the Riverlands of Obu, Tarana!" Another cloak dropped, an underneath was another dark skinned woman. She was much darker than Leena, however. Nearly bordered on being totally black. And she was much bigger. She had beautiful curves in addition to a muscular build, as well as the largest breasts I had seen of any girl tonight. They bounced as she performed a tribal dance, barely held in by the thin leather strap around her top. Other than that she wore loin cloth adorned in feathers. Her hair was short and black, with small elaborate braids throughout it, and she sported several gold piercings on her ears.

Scepio began the introduction of the second fighter. "And her opponent, the one you've waited years to see again, our most exotic beauty of them all, also from Obu, Nebet the Beastly!"

She threw down her cloak, and I was stunned at the sight. It was not human. It was covered in fur, and had the head, feet and tail of a canine, but the body of a woman. It's fur was a mix of light brown and grey, and dotted with black spots all over. It wore a piece of leather for a top, and thin cotton underwear, either of which could barely hold in her massive woman-parts which looked as though they threatened to burst out at any moment. I swore I could also spot a bulge where her clitoris was, looking much bigger than the ones a human woman possessed. She snarled and hissed and spoke words in a gravely, but feminine, voice.
I think I knew what creature this was, but I needed to ask Crassus to confirm it. "Crassus..." I murmured "...is that a..." I was interrupted by him "A Gnoll? Yes, yes it is." I was at a loss of words. He spoke for me, however "I suppose you thought they were a myth, yes? Tribal folklore?" I nodded, still not sure what to say. "They are indeed very real, but they aren't they only creatures like this. But soon there will be more fighters like her now that sex with them are no longer considered bestiality by the law, thanks to myself."

Still in disbelief, I could not deny I found this... thing attractive, to my shame. So, I observed, curiously.
I could see there was some sort of shared animosity between Tarana and Nebet. Whether it was part of the show or genuine I could not tell, but it looked as though a fierce fight was about to take place. The horns blew and immediately Nebet struck with animalistic fury, swiping her long claws back and forth, trying to go for Tarana's face. But Tarana blocked each swipe her arms, before swinging for a strong left-hook to Nebet's face. This only served to enrage the Gnoll, who kept trying to scratch at the tribeswoman, but it was to no avail, she was rooted like a tree.

Tarana threw a punch at Nebet's stomach, so strong that it stunned the Gnoll, who gripped herself in pain. In this moment of weakness, Tarana, in an impressive feet of strength, flipped her canine opponent over her head and onto the ground behind her. The crowd cheered, the Nebet got angrier. She swiped at Tarana's feet to try and bring her down, but she could not. Tarana mocked her "Get off ground, so I may throw you down again!"

She got back up and returned to her old strategy. It was ineffective, very ineffective. She kept getting thrown around, and the audience laughed. I asked Crassus "Is this some sort of joke?" He chuckled "Yes, yes it is. Nebet's fights have always been jokes, even before she was not allowed to fight. She doesn't mind, she's very submissive."

The Gnoll was becoming more worn out by the minute, she slouched, and her swipes lost much of the fury that once possessed. I pitied her almost, but I desired to see her submit to Tarana, who even now was dominating her.

Nebet tried to initiate a grapple, but was immediately counter by her much stronger opponent, who held her in place despite her struggling. Tarana, in control, took her hand it put it down Nebet's panties. A look of surprise and joy took her face. "Oh dear, it is true, girl Gnoll's clit is almost big enough to be a cock." she said, while rubbing her hand on Nebet's nether regions. Nebet stopped her struggle and began squirming in pleasure. She humped the air in front of her, lust was overtaking her.
She whimpered out "F-fuck me." in a gravelly, voice. Tarana mocked her "What did you say?" Nebet repeated louder "Fuck me please!" Tarana giggled "Oh, I will fuck you, but you're not done fighting yet!" she tossed Nebet on the ground and put her foot on her. Nebet tapped furiously on the sand, and shouted "I give up, I give up!"

Tarana was overjoyed. Once again the rack was rolled out. Tarana stripped Nebet and tied her arms and cuffed her legs, not like she needed to, Nebet looked extremely happy and obedient. Tarana, still on her knee from the cuffing, looked on at the dark bud on the top of Nebet's vagina. She flicked it and smiled. "Like a cock. Who watching wants me to give the dog a treat?" The audience cheered, and Tarana began suckling on Nebet's clit. Bound and horny, Nebet could do nothing but thrust her hips slightly, trying to keep balance, and the big, dark woman worked on her.

Tarana took one hand and grabbed Nebet's ass with it. She shook it around as she continued to play with Tarana's nub. She flicked her tongue back and forth over it, giggling while enjoying seeing the Gnoll squirm.

It looked like Nebet was about to climax, but Tarana did not allow his. She stopped sucking, got up, and instead kissed the Gnoll, still while groping her behind. She broke the kiss and asked us "She is plump back here, should I fuck her ass?" Indeed more cheers came about, and it was decided.

Tarana equipped another attachable phallus (this one wasn't a horse penis), and bent Nebet over. She applied a strange liquid from a leather sack onto it, and began slowly inserting it into Nebet, who gritted her teeth at the entry. Eventually it was all the way it, and Tarana began thrusting in and out. Her bust shook while she did it, still trapped within her top. Impatient, I screamed "Take it off!", and she did just that.

Nebet moaned and yelped, she seemed to be both uncomfortable and in complete enjoyment. Tarana continued to tease her by occasionally rubbing her hand over Nebets tender area, torturing the poor creature. Still, being fucked in the ass was enough for Nebet to squirt a little bit of her female juices, and this entertained Tarana. She pulled out and tossed Nebet on the ground, facing her ass towards the audience. She said "Let's see if Gnolls can come from assfucking!" as she mounted Nebet again.
Her ass shook each time she thrusted in, and she thrusted in frequently. Deep, hard thrusts that made Nebet yelp loudly. She kept at it until nebet began squirting in jets, her liquid covered the dirty ground and she let out the loudest yelp yet.
Tarana was satisfied, so once again the victor lifted the loser, and the departed the arena. Scepio returned once again, but not as happy this time. He spoke "Do to unexpected matters, we must cut the night short, fortunately, however, there is still time left for a single fight. So, without a do, welcome to our contestants!"

Only one cloaked woman showed up this time, instead a man walked out of the other side and whispered some things to Scepio. They seemed to be arguing about something, but it seemed Scepio won. He cleared his throat "No need to be worried folks, the fight is still going to happen, but it will be a bit... different from what we have planned. So, without a due, allow me to introduce our fighters."

He pointed at the one figure in the cloak "To my side here, from the countryside of Lacuire, she might not be a Knight, but she had the courage of one, the honorable and undefeated Lady Monette!" The crowd went insane as she pulled her cloak off. Underneath was a slender ginger girl, wearing revealing Knight Armor. She threw favors at the crowd and blew kisses while smiling the prettiest smile I had ever seen.

Gruffly, and almost nervously, Scepio said "And her opponent, from the Taiga's north of Hovgrad, Anya."
Rushing from the other entrance came a white, woman-bear creature. Everybody was in shock. Crassus said "That is not Anya, Anya is not a bear!" He was in disbelief, but I had a good deal of knowledge of Northern folklore. "She's a werebear." I said. "It's a full moon out, she must have transformed tonight without their knowledge."

Scepio ran out, too afraid to read the rules, the horns blew. The werebear named Anya roared at Monette, who was shaking. Anya was at nearly 8 feet tall, and wide. She had retained human features in this form, namely a shapely, and almost kind of chubby figure. The odds were against Monette, but, she did not surrender. She threw a punch at the bears face, which did nothing. Anya, slightly enraged, knocked Monette down with little effort. Terrified, Monette declared "I surrender, I surrender, please don't kill me!" She sounded as though she was going to cry, but the bear lifted and began caressing her.

Anya spoke "Monette, I would never hurt a cute girl like yourself." Her voice was deep and echoed, but still sounded like a woman's. She began to kiss the scared girl, who did not fight it. "I loved you as soon as I saw you." said the Anya again, undressing Monette with her large hands. Monette smiled "You love me? I don't know what to say, you're a pretty good looking girl yourself, even when you are a bear." Anya giggled loudly "No talking, we will make love."

Anya laid down, and she put the now nude Monette beside her. Werebear lifted her legs into the air, the petite Ginger positioned her genitals to be touching Anya's. She began to rub herself back and forth while holding one of Anya's legs for leverage.
The crowd expressed its approval of this tender moment through further cheering. The two girls moaned as they rubbed their sexes. Monette let out soft, girlish ones, and Anya's bordered on roars. I was beginning to wonder if Monette genuinely loved Anya, or was just in fear for her life. Whichever one it was, they both seemed to enjoy themselves. Monette rubbed her hands through Anya's fur and Anya rubbed he paw on monettes thigh.

Monette spasmed "My bear! My bear I'm going to..." she stopped and let out a deep breath, while still grinding herself on Anya, who also had an orgasm. The sound she made was horrifying for certain, but it was a happy moment. Satisfied and lovingly, the two kissed again, this time for longer. In fact, Scepio stepped back on stage while they still went at it.
"Well, this has been an eventful night indeed. Love, lust, and fighting. I thank all of you for coming, and hope you return for more of the same."

Me and Crassus left, conversing about what I had seen. "This was fantastic!" I said, eating a piece of pork I smuggled out in my pocket. Crassus replied "Well, you got to do some fucking tonight, it's always a good first impression when you do the fucking. When we got out, Scepio awaited us.

He walked up and shook my hand. "Well, how was it?" I put one hand on his shoulder and said "Sir, you are a genius." He looked ecstatic. "Now, I don't want to seem like I'm using you, but, I was wondering if you wanted to work for me?" I was intrigued. "What would I do for you?" I asked. "You have a great knowledge of culture and folklore. I didn't know what a werebear was, but some of my people in the stands tell you know. I could use a guy like you on talent scouting."

"So, that's means I would get to go around the world, and find beautiful women for you?" "Yes!" he shouted, anxious of my answer. "Sign me up!" I said, as I shook his hand.

I still hunt treasure, but it's a different kind of treasure for sure, the treasure of a beautiful woman with a fighting spirit. People also like them with fur sometimes, so I gotta keep a keen eye for them too.