by Prax Venter
"This is a very impressive and smooth operation you have here," Mark said, returning his gaze to Sizor.
"Indeed. It is a constant challenge- importing exotic beasts for the slaughter. Speaking of which, I am going to have to flog my men at the airship hub. If I had known a Collector had arrived, I would have sent you a special invitation."
Ahnix's tail started to jump around behind her. Her apprehension validated the bad vibes Mark was getting from this heavily armored centaur.
Sizor continued. "After all, we Collectors need to look out for each other. There are so few left."
"You're a Collector?" Mark's eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead.
"Yes. This is my Enthralled, Feeira," he said while looking slightly in her direction. "You have built yourself a unique harem, Mark. May I assume your intentions are to reach the highest prize level?"
Sizor's eyes were hidden by the shadows of his helmet, but Mark got the impression he was thoroughly inspecting his girls.
"That's the plan," Mark said.
"Good. If you don't mind, I would like to schedule your next three matches ahead of time. Promoting the fights will draw large crowds."
Mark wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he didn't get a chance to really consider the offer before Sizor unfolded his arms and held out one mammoth gauntlet, his palm outward, in the universal 'stop' position.
"Before you suspect that I intend to pre-select impossible opponents or do anything else untoward- I assure you, having a team make it to the final prize chest every now and then only drives more crowds and combatants through my door. If you make it to level five, I'll earn a profit from admissions... whether you win or lose. I am a creature of business at the end of the day."
It did seem to make sense. Mark felt like he didn't really have a choice in the matter, but he didn't want to just roll over.
"I'll agree to scheduled matches, but I will require ten gold as compensation for being forced to fight on your schedule."
The female, enthralled centaur looked at Sizor for his reaction, and Mark had hoped he hadn’t just made a fool of himself- or worse.
Sizor looked down at Mark and started to emit a deep chuckle that seemed like genuine amusement.
"Good answer, Mark. You and I will get along very well, I believe." He looked over his shoulder to the wide-eyed woman behind the counter. "Hear that, Melba? Be a dear and pull out ten gold for The Saviors."
He turned his huge, horned head back to Mark. "Fight three is tomorrow at noon. Fight four is tomorrow evening, an hour before sunset. If you make it, which I honestly think you will, the last and final battle will be the day after tomorrow, in the evening. No need to worry about tokens, just walk directly to the combatant holding pen. I'll tell Borf when to expect you. He's the big guy with the bigger nose."
"We've met."
"Excellent. If you haven't already found a place to stay in the city, I recommend The Brown Shingle. They'll treat you well."
"I'll keep an eye out for it," Mark said, intending to do just the opposite.
"Very well. If you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to. I look forward to watching you and your Enthralled claw your way to the top. Until we meet again, Mark."
Sizor abruptly turned and clomped over to the open iron-bar gate at the back of the room on black hooves that were bigger than Mark's head. The deep vibrations he felt as this massive creature walked implied his enormous weight. The female centaur, Feeira, followed him through the opening and the bars slid shut behind her.
Mark looked at his girls. "Well, that was interesting. Great plan, by the way, Vale."
"Thank you, Master. But we did it as a team."
"We should probably go," Ahnix said, casting her gaze around the room, tail flipping about.
Mark just nodded and went up to the teller. She slid the ten gold coins across the counter to him.
"To the victor go the spoils," she said, with a quiet voice.
"Thank you very much."
Mark was about to pocket the money, then paused as a thought hit him. Instead of keeping all the coins, he turned around and handed three gold pieces to each of his Enthralled.
"You guys don't expect me to carry around all this gold by myself, do you? There is a massive city out there that is nothing more than a giant shopping mall. Did you girls see anything you wanted?"
Roo's jet black eyes sparkled. "Really? This is for me?"
"Of course, Roo. We're a team. And you've been naked for too long. Not that I don't like seeing your sexy, soft, velvet skin, but we might have some hard battles coming up. New armor is definitely in order."
Melba cleared her throat, and Mark realized that they were still standing in front of the teller window. He gave her a smile and a shrug, and walked out the door, his enthralled following close behind.
They moved through the combatant entrance and once again emerged into the bustling city of Hanno. The hot, orange sun was sinking below the buildings, casting long shadows across the dusty, dirt road.
Roo was bouncing on her toes looking around at the shops within her immediate line-of-sight, and Mark had a feeling she was going to spend all her gold as quickly as she could. He honestly felt that her happiness was worth way more than the gold.
Looking around at his other Enthralled, Mark started to get the feeling from Vale that she really didn't want to aimlessly wander around the city again, and that all she wanted to do was get out of her constricting leather harness.
Mark had wanted some alone time with his beautiful naga to learn more about her past, anyway. And he also hated aimless shopping.
"Okay here's a suggestion. Let's split up. I kind of just want to relax and spend some alone time with Vale. Ahnix, will you go with Roo on a shopping spree while we go home and wait for you there?"
Ahnix looked into Mark's eyes and nodded. He got the briefest glimmer from the regal cat-girl that she was going to enjoy some quality girl-time with Roo, too. She guarded a lot of her emotions, but Mark could tell she was a girl who liked shopping for shopping's sake.
Mark looked over to Vale to get her read and saw her looking down at him with her stunning violet eyes, the corners of her lips curved into the slightest of smiles.
"Great,” Mark said. “Let's get off the main road before we summon the door home."
They walked for a few blocks, taking random turns and ended up in a dark alley. Ahnix stayed near the entrance and gave the all-clear sign. Roo held out her hand and made the doorway to the house dimension for them.
Mark opened the black painted door and looked over at Ahnix a few yards away.
"The moment you sense any danger, pop to a secluded space and come home, you got it."
"I got it."
Mark nodded and stepped through into the torch-lit room Roo had reshaped and furnished for them. Vale wove her body through, and the door closed, fading to smoke. Divine silence filled his ears, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe it was his Class, but being around all those clamoring people put a weight on his mind he wasn’t fully aware of until it was gone.
He walked over to one of the tables and put his magic crossbow down next to the handkerchief containing the celestial iron and realized that if something happened to Roo out there, he and Vale would be stuck in this infinite house for eternity. Oh well, too late for that now, he thought.
"You said you wanted to be alone with me, Master?"
He turned around and saw that Vale already had her top pulled down, exposing her massive tits.
He walked up to her and ran his hand under the silver nipple rings that hung from her thick black nipples, as he walked past her and climbed into to the bed.
"Come over here, Vale. I want to work out those stiff muscles of yours. We both know those magnificent, monster breasts come with a heavy price."
He could see her dusky gray skin blush around her high cheekbones as she moved close to him.
"It's not really necessary, Master. Wouldn't you ra
ther I service you?"
"Can't we do both? C'mon, you first," Mark said, as he pulled down the thick leather curtain that covered her wrinkled pussy folds. She slipped out of it and onto the bed, hanging her round breasts off the edge like before.
Mark got up on her back and started the process of enhancing his own strength, deeply working her back muscles and then slowly healing them afterward.
After about half an hour he rolled her over on to her back and began to massage the muscles above her breasts.
"Mmm, it feels soo good, Master," Vale said, her eyes closed.
He worked her chest muscles for a while and then slid his hands down to her nipples. Mark slowly squeezed them upward, like he was milking an upside-down cow until he hit the piercings and then gently let them fall again.
He slid his erect cock into the wet folds of her giant pussy and made love to her while he massaged her enormous tits.
He took his time and continued to move slowly, and she moaned softly with every thrust. He didn't use any abilities to stimulate her sex organs, wanting to pleasure her the old-fashioned way.
After a long time, her warm, wet pussy eventually started to clench onto his cock, and he slumped forward, burying his face in her massive, soft breasts.
She wrapped her arms around his back, pressing him close, and they came together. He pumped her full of what little essence they had collected during the first two matches in the arena.
He dismounted the giant naga, and they both laid on their backs, just breathing and enjoying each other's proximity.
After a bit, Mark rolled over on his elbow and ran his fingers over her firm stomach. She opened her large, violet eyes and watched his fingers caress her smooth skin. He traced her toned stomach muscles until his finger circled her belly button.
He still had a lot to learn about naga anatomy but wondered if she had been hatched from an egg, like a snake, or carried in her mother's womb, like a mammal. He wanted to know more.
"Vale, tell me about your past. I know almost nothing about you other than you have a brilliant mind for tactics and that you yearned to be enthralled."
She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. She seemed to be on the verge of speaking but still felt unsure. He could tell she wanted to tell him something important, but she was... ashamed?
Mark laid his hand flat on her stomach and felt her warmth merge with the warmth of his hand.
"I know you like to call me Master, and I will always be what you need me to be. If you want to keep your past a secret, that is your choice, and I will respect it. I just want you to know anything you tell me in confidence will remain that way for eternity."
She blinked at him, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.
"Oh, Mark. I'll tell you, but please, please don't tell anyone- especially not Ahnix, I want to tell her myself when I am ready."
He nodded, recognizing it was time to remain silent. She sat up and turned onto her stomach so she could face the rest of the room and Mark did the same, next to her.
"My full title is Princess Vale Siv'Shyra, Fourth of the Yar Fires, Arbiter of Warfare. I was doted on by servants constantly, and I hated it. I lived for the times when I was taught about combat, strategy, winning wars. I was happiest on the training ground because my opponents were instructed not to go easy on me- to treat me like an equal. I ran away from home, seeking adventure. I figured that if I was only happy when life was real, felt challenging, I needed to leave my royal pampered life and find a place where I was happy. It's true that I was looking for a Collector, and I am so glad you found me, for many reasons."
She turned to look deep into his eyes. "Please, Master. Do not treat me any differently. I know Ahnix isn't royalty and I really don't know how she would look at me if she found out I actually was."
Mark thought back to all those times where they pretended Ahnix was a queen, ordering Vale around, sitting on her face. He smiled.
"Thank you for trusting me with your true identity, Vale. Your secret will die with me as long as it is your wish. I will tell you, however, that Ahnix truly is my Queen of the Desert, regardless of her lineage. I also think she is... self-confident enough to act like herself, even if you turned out to be the ruler of the universe."
He leaned over and bumped his shoulder against hers. "I only have one question."
"What is it?"
"Did you find a place where you were happy?"
A smile grew on her beautiful face. "Yes. Yes, I did."
Mark leaned in and kissed her, and they rolled around on the bed until they heard the door open in the middle of the room.
He got off the bed and went to greet Ahnix and Roo as they stepped through.
"Hey, welcome ho- Holy shit!" Mark was cut short when he saw what they were wearing.
Roo was packed into a black leather corset with a short skirt attached to the bottom. She had a new pair of black, high-heeled boots on as well that were tied off just over the knee. She was covered in zippers, buckles, and straps and looked amazing. Ahnix had purchased a flat, gold necklace that draped over her collarbones, completing her Egyptian princess look.
Vale slid up behind Mark and looked over his shoulder.
"Oh my! You two look beautiful!"
"I know!" Roo said doing a twirl and showing off her new outfit.
Ahnix put one of her furry hands to the wide, golden necklace. "Practical too. This enchanted necklace gives me a big dodge boost."
"It looks like you guys had fun," Mark said.
Roo pouted her puffy lips and put her hands on her hips. "It was until we had to run from the guys following us."
"You were being followed?" Mark looked at Ahnix.
"Yes. Two human men were following us from shop to shop. I pretended like we didn't see them until I saw them give a signal to someone behind us. I didn't want to take any chances with being surrounded, so I pushed Roo behind some silk cloth, and we teleported a few blocks over. Nobody saw us enter the door."
Mark nodded. "Nice job, Ahnix. I knew there was nothing to worry about."
"Yeah, and there's more," She said, reaching behind her back and pulling a roll of paper out of her shorts. She handed the rolled up parchment to Mark. "I'd say it was a present for you, but it's more for the team."
Mark unrolled the paper and what he found printed on its surface was a carefully drawn and labeled world map. It would definitely come in handy, and it was interesting to see where they were.
"It was Roo's idea, actually," Ahnix said, looking over at the leather-clad velvet girl. Roo pranced over to Mark, clacking her boots on the wooden floor, and placed her finger on a random location on the map.
"Before, I could only open a door to a place if we had the name first, and even then it was a little tricky. With this, I can take us anywhere in the world. I had no idea it was so big!"
Mark started to see the real value of this purchase. He looked down to study it with new eyes, but Roo stepped in and embraced him, pressing herself tight against him.
"Thank you so much for being so great, Mark!"
"Right back at you, Roo, but you're crushing the map!"
She stepped back, took the map from him and tossed it onto the floor.
"Now that it's in here..." she trailed off, concentrating. Mark watched as the map sank into the floor like the wooden floorboards were molasses.
After it was completely gone, she spun around and walked towards the wall opposite the open bed area. This time a door frame rose out of the ground, and everyone followed her to look into the new room she was in the process of creating.
It was pitch black in the new space until a small, iron chandelier lowered from the plaster ceiling and an array of candles lit the room.
Once she was happy with the size of the new room, she rose both hands up, and a large, wooden table emerged from the floor. On its surface was an exact copy of the world map Mark had just been holding, only much larger.
Roo bowed with a flourish. "I present to
you... our Map Room!"
Mark walked in and ran his hand along the surface of the huge table. It was as if the map was scaled up many times in size and perfectly transferred with paint.
He looked over at Ahnix and Vale standing in the doorway and said, "You mind giving us a minute?"
"Yes, Master. Come on Ahnix, I bet you are filthy after walking around all day."
He watched Vale pull Ahnix away to have their own fun while he walked around the map table to stand in front of Roo. She blinked at him with those mysterious black eyes of hers.
He reached his hand behind her back and slid it up to the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep kiss.
While they were kissing, Mark lifted her butt onto the table and stepped in between her legs, still kissing her lips.
It had occurred to him that he had yet to perform oral sex on Roo. Since his other girls had such delicious pussy lips, he was curious about hers. He put his hand on her armored chest and pushed her back down onto the table.
"Roo, can I please taste your pussy?" He asked, looking down into her beautiful face.
"I would really like that, yes you can." She said, lifting her leather skirt up for him. She put her boots up on the table and grabbed hold of the heels in each hand, spreading them apart slightly.
He got down on his knees and found he was at the perfect height to bury his face in her soft, velvety vagina. He wrapped his hands around her slender thighs and started with some gentle kissing.
He rubbed his lips on her warm, fabric mound and licked the outside a bit. Then, he wedged his tongue in between the folds and started to lick her inner labia. As Mark slowly teased her pussy with his lips and tongue, he could see it swell and start getting wet. Roo began to make little whimpering noises.
He licked the outside of her hole with his tongue and then stuck it inside. While his face was buried in her warm, wet pussy, he breathed her scent in deeply and tasted her pussy juice like he was savoring a fine wine.
She smelled like lilacs and summer rain. It was wonderful. He dug his tongue deeper inside, tickling her purple fabric clit with his nose.