by Prax Venter
The texture of her velvet pussy was unique, and it was no wonder it felt so good on his cock. He lapped her fabric folds for a bit and then gave her swollen clitoris some attention. He traced the outside of it with his tongue, sucking on it at random intervals. Every time he did, she would inhale sharply.
He could sense she was enjoying this but ached for his hard cock inside her. He sucked on her pussy for a bit more and then stood up.
He pulled off his silk pants and stepped up to the table, sliding his stiff dick straight into her.
She moaned loudly as his thick, throbbing cock spread apart the walls of her tight pussy.
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and brought her lips up to meet his as he slowly slid his rock hard dick in and out of her.
The heat from the friction inside of her started to intensify, and he really loved how unique her pussy felt.
Mark decided to pour some healing into the walls of her vagina as he thrust in and out more vigorously. She was absentmindedly chewing his lower lip as she moaned into his mouth.
Her long, sleek legs hooked over his shoulders and began to shake while Mark just kept the slow heal on, bringing Roo closer and closer to the edge. Eventually, he felt her clamp down and let out a low grunt, and he let himself go too, pouring a bit of essence into her.
He pulled his cock out with a slurp and bent down to give her clit one or two more kisses. Her legs spasmed as he did so.
He pulled up his pants and she sat upon the table, looking at him.
"Every day, just like you promised," she said.
"I'm a man of my word." He took her soft, velvety hand in hers. "Come on. Let's go see what the other two are up to out there. It's time to gang up on Ahnix."
He helped her off the table, and walked out into the main room. Ahnix was straddling Vale's face on the big bed, and Mark knew exactly what he wanted to do.
He pulled Roo with him and just crawled right onto the bed.
"Don't stop, Vale," Ahnix ordered, breathing heavily.
Looking down, he saw Vale's beautiful face buried in Ahnix's tight pussy, her tongue deep inside.
Mark slid behind her furry ass and plunged it deep into Ahnix's pussy alongside Vale's tongue. But it was only a temporary stop. He needed it nice and wet. He pulled it back out again and raised it up a bit, pressing it against her asshole.
He could hear Ahnix give a low moan as she realized what he was doing.
Roo got on the bed and slid under Ahnix's chest and began to suck on her tiny, perky nipples while Vale spun her tongue deep inside her pussy, and Mark filled her asshole with his thick cock.
Ahnix was quickly lost in an abyss of pleasure. They all worked her good, and she was trying to hold out as long as she could. Mark began to pleasure her asshole with a slow heal, and Ahnix was starting to make bizarre animal noises. Both holes were being filled, and her nipples were being sucked on, and it was too much for her to last. Mark felt her clench tightly on his cock with her muscular ass, and he continued to pump her with his dick.
"Don't stop, girls. I'm not done with her yet."
Ahnix let out a primal scream and spasmed on his dick and Vale's tongue, but he didn’t stop pounding her. He turned up the energy output on his slow heal and vigorously rammed her anus with his stiff cock.
She was making a continuous, "MmmMmmMmm," noise as he slid in and out of her asshole.
Between all the pleasure she was receiving it wasn't very long before she started to spasm again. Mark pushed the rest of the heal into the walls of her ass and split a powerful enhancement between her clit and each nipple. Ahnix convulsed, clenching her ass around his cock, rapidly. It was as if a hot, wet vibrator enveloped his cock. It felt amazing, and he gave her all his remaining essence.
When they got off, Ahnix just laid there, sprawled out on the bed. Mark heard her say something into the silky sheets under her face.
"What's that, Ahnix? You okay?"
She turned her head barely to the side and mumbled, "Every time is the best time..." and put her face back into the soft bed.
- 19 -
"Ladies, Gentlemen, and all creatures of Hanno; Welcome to a new day in Sizor's Pit! I hope you came thirsty for blood- because gallons will be split! Our first match is a level three challenge for the fresh meat in the pit, The Saviors! You know their opponents as pit regulars, also fighting a level three challenge, The Companions! Don't miss a moment of this four versus four fight to the death!"
The crowd let out a roar as the announcer's last word echoed across the arena. Mark caught the eyes of his girls.
Vale spoke first. "That wasn't a lot of information. I imagine The Companions are a rounded out party, like ours."
"There is no party like ours," Mark said smiling.
Mark heard the bell ring behind the wall, and Borf stomped over to open the gate. He wrapped his three huge fingers around one of the iron bars, and Mark and his Enthralled sprinted out into the arena.
Unlike last time, both gates opened at the same time, and four figures ran out to meet them on the other side of the field. One that looked like a giant turtle holding a shield yelled out a quick, sharp shout, and Ahnix let out an uncharacteristically savage growl in response. Mark turned to see what was wrong, and she vanished before his eyes.
He looked back to the other team and saw Ahnix behind the turtle. She activated Assault Rush, impacting the back of his shell with five solid strikes.
The turtle spun to face her, and she continued to swipe at him in a fit of rage.
"She's been taunted!" Vale yelled, as one of the other fighters with a sword in each hand closed the distance to the naga and started to attack her with a fury of blows.
He was a hairy, gray wolf-man and moved extremely fast. Mark saw Vale attempt a Shield Bash, but the naga's huge slab of metal whiffed right over his head as the nimble warrior wolf ducked under the attack.
Mark turned his attention to the other two combatants and was knocked off his feet by a ball of energy to his chest.
Pain lanced through his body as he tried to get back up. He caught a glimpse of the small mouse creature that hurled the energy blast as it was making arcane symbols in the air, preparing another spell.
Roo was finally spurred into action at the direct attack on Mark and yelled, "Horrible Hooks," targeting the mouse mage. The creature was small and nimble and dodged all but one of them. The hook latched itself into its large ear and pulled down, ripping most of it off. The mouse let out an awful screech, causing the creature to falter in its spell-casting.
Roo then launched one of her three-foot sewing needles at the wolf-man fighting Vale. He seemed to know it was coming and sidestepped it just in time for it to pass harmlessly by and lodge itself in the dusty arena floor.
Mark staggered back up onto his feet and considered his options. Ahnix was still engaged with the turtle tank, but neither seemed to be doing any damage. Vale was also doing everything she could just to block the wolf-warrior's dual blades. It was hard to breathe, and he considered wasting a heal on himself when the fourth member of The Companions caught his attention.
She looked like a half-bear in white robes and was standing near Ahnix and the turtle tank. The bear woman lifted a hand towards the incapacitated mouse mage who was down on its knees, clutching a wounded head. A beam of light shot out to the mouse, and a moment later it seemed to be fully healed.
Mark wasn't having any of that. He focused beyond the pain in his chest, brought up his new and improved crossbow, used both sights, and fired a hot ball of energy at the healer.
It was a direct hit to the chest, and she was knocked backward by the explosion. The large bear-woman was sturdy enough to remain standing, but Mark could see a circle of burned fur and flesh where the blast struck her. The crowd let out a unified 'Ooo' noise, and Mark realized he hadn't fired his magic crossbow in the arena yet.
The concussive blast was enough to distract the nearby turtle, and Ahnix broke free of his ability.
She sprinted directly for the bear healer and eviscerated her with one sharp claw, right in the wound Mark had opened up.
The bear woman let out a low howl before slumping into the dirt, face first. The mage launched another blast at Ahnix who back-flipped out of the spell's path.
Mark heard the wolf warrior yell something, possibly the dead healer's name, and he started to throw everything he had into hitting Vale.
The death of the bear-woman seemed to enrage him. His dual swords flashed around Vale faster than she could block, and he landed a hit on her right arm and sliced open her beautiful cheek.
Mark was about to enhance her to deal with the onslaught, but he paused when a long sewing needle sprouted from the wolf-warrior's back. Apparently, in his grief, he forgot to keep an eye out for Roo and with the shaft of metal lodged in his lower back, his movement drastically slowed.
Vale beat his skull in with her shield, and he was done. Without taking a pause, Vale sang a few notes and cast Hateful Sting on the mouse who had been preparing to launch another spell, this time at Roo. The mouse gained a red outline, dropped its hands and sprinted at Vale instead.
Ahnix had re-engaged the slow but heavily armored turtle, but this time she wasn’t affected by the tank's taunt ability. She quickly yelled, "Doom Kick!" targeting the turtle's shield. The black rip effect trailed her roundhouse, and his shield split in half.
He still had a short sword, but now his front side was vulnerable. He tried to turn around so her attacks would strike the thick shell on his back.
Her teleport must have cooled down though, and she instantly appeared in front of him. With no more defenses left to the turtle, Ahnix attempted to claw open his face.
The mouse mage had closed the distance to Vale by this time, and the naga used her whip to lash the poor creature's fur off in a few places before it reached her.
Mark saw blood dripping from the slashes Vale received from the dual-wielding wolf and targeted her for a heal. The giant naga was able to easily defend herself from the small creature while being distracted from the pleasure Mark channeled into her.
Ahnix severed the turtle's head as Vale used her tail to constrict the mouse and crush every bone in its body.
The fight was over. The crowd sent up a cheer, and a good amount of essence entered his body from the victory.
Mark slumped to the ground and sat in the dirt. Now that the immediate danger was over, the pain in his chest took center stage. He needed to heal himself, and soon, but had to wait for the cooldown to reset first.
His girls converged on him, and Vale lifted him into her arms as the announcer’s voice boomed overhead.
"The Saviors barely win this battle, but is Level three as far as they will go? Stay in your seats folks. The Saviors are scheduled to take on their level four match by the end of the day! Next up, watch combatants off the streets fighting monsters for prizes!"
Before Mark was carried out of the arena, he held up a fist into the air. The crowd saw that he was going to be fine and started chanting the Savior's team name again.
Once they were in the shade of the victor's room, Vale put Mark down on his feet.
He looked up at the beautiful, white-haired naga. "Thanks for the lift, Vale. Think my heal is almost ready again. Let's just hang out here for a mo-"
A bright yellow glow fell over him, and he suddenly felt healed and healthy. Actually, he felt better than he had in awhile, as if all the fatigue from the battle had been removed.
It was then he noticed someone was standing in the room with them. She had enormous eyes and looked to be mostly fish. Her skin was a vivid gradient of blue and purple scales with a smooth cream color for her chest and stomach. She wore a thin, translucent dress that only had a single shoulder strap and exposed one of her small, perky breasts.
"Greetings, Saviors." She said, bowing her head. "Congratulations on your victory. I am Minax. I was sent by Sizor to service your every need until your next battle. You have been granted a private viewing area so you may enjoy the day's spectacular events."
"Nice to meet you, Minax. Did you just heal me?"
"Yes, healing is one of the services I am able to provide, though I sincerely hope the need will not arise again before your next match. Now, if you'll follow me, I will take you to your seats."
The slender fish-woman bowed her head and extended an arm out towards the open passage that Sizor had exited before.
Mark turned to his girls. "Anyone object to staying here watching the fights until our next match?"
No one did, and they followed Minax through the passage. She took an immediate left, and they followed her up a few flights of stone stairs, and exiting the stairwell through a door marked, '6B'.
Then, they were led through a long curving hallway and passed many wooden doors until they stopped at one labeled '6B32'.
Minax opened the wooden door for them, and the muted roar of the crowd jumped in volume. Mark walked out onto the open-air deck and was stunned at how opulent it was.
Cushioned chairs, silk drapes to keep the sun at bay, lush green plants, and the view was amazing.
"Please, make yourselves comfortable," Minax said, bowing her head again. "The Pit boasts a large selection of food and drinks to purchase. You'll find a menu over there." She indicated with a delicate hand to a leather-bound book resting on an ornate wicker table.
She stood patiently as Mark, and his girls huddled around the book and perused its selections. There truly was a wide variety of options; from exotic salads that cost twenty gold to a rat-sausage sandwich that cost two copper.
They settled on a pitcher of chilled cucumber water to split, and each chose a light lunch option for themselves, except Roo. She chewed on a few gulps of air and claimed to be satisfied.
Minax bowed again promised to return shortly, leaving Mark and his Enthralled to watch the bloody action below.
A single, bat-like female, wielding a scythe was currently fighting three lizard-men with spears. It was an engaging fight, and she ended up victorious. Roo leaned over the railing cheered loudly with the crowd. Her short leather skirt tilted up with her, and Mark, sitting in his seat, was treated to a great view of her perfectly shaped ass.
As the announcer was congratulating the victor and calling out the next combatant, Minax returned with their orders carried by two other human female servants.
Mark was handed a hot dog with mustard and onions and a plate of steaming fried potatoes. Vale was served an enormous bowl of beans, mushrooms and goat meat, and Ahnix was handed her plate of salmon sushi.
Mark felt like there was something off about the human servants. He could sense a slight despair radiating out of them, as they delivered the food, and he gave them a closer look. Each one had an identical black choker with a glowing, purple clasp.
He was considering asking them directly if everything as okay, but after all the orders were served, they quickly left through the door.
Besides the steaming hot dog in front of him smelled amazing.
"Is there anything else I can take care of for you?" Minax asked her hands behind her back.
Mark fished into his pocket and handed her the twenty silver pieces they owed, plus five extra for herself.
"No, this is great. Thank you, Minax. Keep the change."
She looked down at the coins Mark handed her and then back to him.
"Thank you, sir. Would anyone like to receive oral sex after their meal?"
Mark almost spit out the bite he had taken. She really did have a lot to offer. He quickly chewed and swallowed the tip of his hot dog.
"I'm good. No thank you," he said and looked around at his girls. Ahnix seemed to be considering it, but everyone ended up declining as well.
"Very good, just pull this rope if you change your mind, or anyone can think of anything else they desire."
She bowed and left through the wooden door in the back, leaving them to enjoy their meals and the action down in the pit.
Ba
ttle after battle played out below them, and about half of the amateur combatants off the street lost their lives. A spectacular fight between the two flamingo women he had met yesterday and a group of rhinoceros warriors was the highlight of the day. The two bright-pink bird women summoned powerful, ethereal creatures to fight for them and really put on a good show while doing so.
Mark considered being a little more flamboyant during their fights, but they weren’t here to become popular. They were there to claim the diamond bowl out of Sizor's prize chest and get out of there.
The time to fight their next battle came quicker than Mark had expected. He was actually really enjoying the day with his girls. Minax stood in the doorway and gave them the twenty-minute warning.
Eventually, they followed their escort back down into the victor's chambers, and Mark thanked her again for her services. She bowed and left them to find their own way to the combatant waiting area.
Like every time before, the large elephant-man, Borf was sitting on his stool. He nodded as they entered, and Mark nodded back. There was no one else in the room with them, waiting to fight, as this was going to be the last event of the day.
They sat on the benches and waited for the announcer to give them a clue about their level four fight. Their last fight had actually been a challenge, and Mark hoped that this battle wouldn't be the end of their journey. It wasn't long before the familiar booming voice echoed across the stadium.
Mark wondered for the first time how they were amplifying his voice so much, but quickly derailed that train of thought with, probably magic.
"You're going to want to get back to your seats folks as the next and final battle of the evening starts in ten minutes. The Saviors are looking to go all the way, but they need to get past this level four fight, first! Their foes have been trained and groomed by Sizor himself. You've seen these lovely ladies end many combatant's dreams for victory. Their magic is unsurpassed, and their win streak speaks for itself. They're none other than... The Elementals!"
Ahnix stood up suddenly, stood in front of Mark and said, "I need you to fuck me, now."