Mina gasped, choking on the foul taste of his cock and cum. Tears pricked her eyes even as the orc’s cum continued to stain her sleeping gown. With a heavy breath Ghostheart slowed the motions of his hand on his shaft. He released his cock, eying her on the floor, draped in ropes of his seed.
Recovering slowly, Mina crawled back to her feet. She tried not to look at Ghostheart as she shakily laced back up her front, hiding her breasts. She felt his cum stick to her skin and wreathe her in the scent of his cum, her face burning like a beacon with the shame. But more. An arousal she dared not name.
“Thank,” the orc said.
Mina glanced at the gladiator, slowly realizing he wasn’t thanking her. Her lip trembled, but the words came forth, steady but meekly trailing away.
“Thank you, Ghostheart. For your seed.”
The orc smiled again, those fierce eyes glowing like coals. Swallowing the last of the cum still in her mouth, Mina turned and left the cell, shutting the heavy iron door behind her. She hurried through the corridors as quickly as she could, though cautious of meeting anyone. Not that she was too worried. If her mother could stride so brazenly through the corridors while stained with Ghostheart’s seed Mina had a feeling she could as well. As she’d hoped not a soul was about to see her. She slammed the door of her room and hastily drew a bath.
No sooner had the steaming waters filled the tub she stepped in, sliding beneath the hot waters with a shivering sigh. She glanced at the gown cast aside on a bench and flushed. She’d have to burn that. No way she would let the maids clean it, and she doubted as well she could get those stains out.
The memory of Ghostheart intruded itself on her again. How the orc had rutted with her mother, the woman screaming her ecstasy as she was taken by the monster’s thick manhood. The manhood that Mina had taken in her mouth and between her lips…
She didn’t stop her hand as it slid through the waters and between her thighs. Her breath hitched as she touched the tender labia of her cunt, her face flushing. She shouldn’t. She really shouldn’t. But, then, what was this compared to what she had just done?
“Mmmm,” she breathed softly as her finger teased her pussy open. Her breathing deepened as she recalled the image of her mother atop the orc, riding him. The sound of her soft rear hitting his lap, her parted lips.
Mina let her fingers dip inside her, gasping as the vision changed. Her mother’s face gone, and Mina’s own replaced, transfixed with ecstasy. Her inner walls clutching the orc’s ribbed cock with every bounce. Her moans echoing in the dungeon’s cells as her tight quim was claimed by the savage orc. And Ghostheart, his thick manhood plundering her cunt with every thrust. More things in her vision changed. No longer did the orc wear the collar, but she did, a vision that sent her finger moving with faster, more frantic thoughts. “Ghostheart,” she moaned. “Yes. Yes! Fuck me. Ghostheart!”
The waters of the bath sloughed against the sides as Mina jerked her hips against her plunging fingers. Her moans rose louder, her body tightening with a sweet tension of impending orgasm.
“Yes! Yes! F-fuck meeeeee!”
She arched, moaning as her orgasm seared her nerves and raced through her in a rush. Soaking in the waters fouled by the orc’s seed, mina moaned again as her pussy convulsed with pleasure.
Panting, she drew her finger from her quim. Her head spun and ached. Wearily, she climbed out of the hot waters. She pulled the plug, watching the evidence of what she had done go down the drain with a drawn out slurp.
She sighed, rubbing her face tiredly. With a plodding stride she went to bed, asleep as soon as she lay down atop the sheets.
Eavesdropping
“A melee?”
Mina stopped moments before passing the door to her father’s study. She glanced at it, at once curious. She glanced about the corridor, but saw she was alone. Knowing she shouldn’t, yet unable to stop herself, she warily crept nearer and went to her knees, peering through the keyhole. Her father stood near the massive hearth, the flames burning richly within. By their flickering light the tall bookcases and the trophy heads of beasts were plain to see, jutting from the walls, eyes darkened glass.
A man was with her father. Mina couldn’t see much of him from her perspective. Only a dark cloak and a pale hand projecting from a long sleeve, gaunt fingers holding tight a cane, its tip the silver head of a serpent.
“Yes,” the man said, his voice smooth and sibilant. “Your gladiator will be a true prize for that grand scene. Won’t he? I’m sure the governor will be delighted to witness such a contest.”
Oslo rubbed his face uncertainly. “True. True. But, still. Such a thing will be difficult to arrange. And the money I’ve sunk into Ghostheart’s training and purchase…”
The man chuckled, a sound that played down Mina’s spine like fingers on piano keys. He lifted his cane, idly stroking the serpent’s head. “Lord Oslo. Believe me when I tell you that money is merely passing. Do you know where true power lies? In prestige. And should you achieve such notoriety with the governor, he will not forget it.”
“Yes. Well. All well and good. But Ghostheart is my finest fighter. And the risk of losing him in such a massive battle for the mere chance at a prize purse… Well, you…”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve been making the rounds. Near every owner on Novrod is aboard. Their finest warriors in a vast melee to the death for the governor’s pleasure. Oh, it will be a spectacle to see,” the man chuckled.
Oslo stilled, staring at the man in shock. “The others agreed?”
“Most eagerly. They quickly saw the merit in joining this. And, more importantly, what it would mean not to participate. After all,” the man said with faux sympathy. “The governor would be quite upset to find that some owners wouldn’t participate in the show. One would expect he’d wonder why they didn’t…”
“Seems I have no choice,” Oslo muttered.
“There’s always a choice, Lord Oslo,” the man said. “It depends on what we make of it.”
Mina staggered back from the door, heart racing, she turned and ran down into the lower corridors of the manor.
Mina raced down the passage swiftly, her heart pounding in her chest. No. No! It couldn’t be! He couldn’t do it! She threw open the doors to the dungeons and raced down the cells, terror and tears choking her. Ghostheart looked up as she reached his and wrenched open the door. She hurried inside.
“Ghostheart! Father. He’s going… there’s to be a melee! A massive one! Every owner is sending their gladiators in! They’re going to fight for the death for the governor’s pleasure! His birthday. They’ll… you’ll…”
She couldn’t go on. She covered her face, weeping as she sank to the floor. It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t! She heard the orc approach silently. A soft tread that barely registered to her. She lifted her face as he stopped before her, again looking down at her with those inscrutable eyes.
She wrapped her arms around his leg, burying her face against the hardness of his muscle. “It’s not fair,” she murmured. “It’s not…
“Please,” Mina said. “Please… Don’t die…”
The orc nodded slowly. He reached down and cupped her breast. Mina gasped, her body answering the powerful orc. His grip tightened and she whimpered, a sound that again woke that flicker in the savage monster’s hard eyes.
His hand released her breast, grasped the filmy fabric. He jerked his hand, tearing it off her. Mina gasped, but offered no resistance as her soft breasts bounced into view, nipples already hardening to throbbing nubs. She looked up at the orc, her pussy dampening.
“Take me,” she breathed. “Before the melee. You can… you can fuck me.”
Ghostheart’s lip curled slightly. She flushed, realizing that even if she hadn’t intended it, she’d given him a command. He grabbed her teat, pinching her nipple. Pain lanced through her, her cry deepening to a moan as the agony raced into her core. Ghostheart’s eyes flared with interest. His hand cupped her other teat, twisted.
> “Mnnnn!” Mina moaned, shame heating her blood. Ghostheart grinned cruelly as he grabbed her and threw her onto the bench. She gasped, breath driven from her with the impact. Then he was over her, towering over her, his dark eyes alight with cruel hunger. His hands grasped her hips, making her squeak.
His cock swelled between his legs, the inhuman, ribbed shaft throbbing at the promise of the taste of her womanhood. Mina’s breath came in short gasps as she imagined it within her. Fucking her. Ghostheart parted her thighs.
“W-wait,” Mina gasped.
The orc stopped, the collar around his neck flaring its dominating light. His lips peeled back, baring his fangs, but he made no move.
Mina’s heart throbbed in her chest. She swallowed thickly. “I… You may f…fuck me. But do not… you cannot cum within me…”
Ghostheart glared down at her. He didn’t answer, but after a moment he grabbed her hips, and pushed forward.
Mina gasped, arched. She grabbed the edges of the bench as she felt his cock enter her. She bit her lip, stifling her whimper at the sharp pain of her maidenhead’s loss. But the pain was easy to forget as the orc stretched her about his shaft. A stuttering moan escaped her lips as more and more of the orc’s thick cock filled her.
“Ohhhh. Oh Ghostheart!” she moaned.
Ghostheart growled. His pace increased, pounding into her tight cunt. Mina gasped, panting, pushing herself against him, her inner walls squeezing the ribbed length of his inhuman shaft. The sensation was like nothing she knew before. Nothings she could describe.
“Ah. Ah! Gh-Ghostheart! Ghost…heeaaaaaart!” she screamed as her orgasm surged through her, every inch of her skin aflame with pleasure. The orc snarled, leaning over her. His hands tightened on her, making her cry out in pain. Yet the pain only made her pleasure sweeter, her cunt tightening around his cock.
“Yes! Yes! Harder! Ah! Fuck me harder!”
Her body pulsed with every brutal thrust of his manhood in her. Never had she thought of sex in such a way. It had always been a tender thing to her thoughts. But the orc took it from her. Reamed her with a savagery, his touch bruising, his thrusts pounding her into the hard bench beneath her. She couldn’t help it. She loved it.
Then she felt his thrust grow more ragged. His breathing harsh and his touch more painful. She trembled as she felt his orgasm near. Ghostheart’s face grew strained, the collar around his throat burning with its crimson light. At last, with a snarl, every movement sharp with struggle, he pulled his cock from her pussy. For a moment Mina felt a pang of disappointment. Then his cock pulsed, ropes of his cum draping her naked tits and slim stomach.
Mina gasped at the feel of his hot seed as he unloaded it on her tender skin once more. She shuddered as her orgasm rippled through her, less intense for the lack of the orc’s thick manhood within her. She whimpered, stained with the gladiator’s seed. Oh gods. Her virginity taken by an orc. Yet she couldn’t regret it. Not the savage mating of this monster.
She shakily lifted herself to her elbows. An ache radiated from her core, muscles burning from the brutality of her mating with the orc. She scooped up some of the seed that draped her and looked at Ghostheart. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked it from her fingers, shivering at the now familiar taste of his cum.
“Th-thank you, Ghostheart,” she said.
The orc pointed at the floor. “Knees,” he said, voice cool.
Mina gulped but did as he commanded. The cold stones were a shock to her flesh as she crouched before him on hands and knees. The daughter of his master. She felt a hot flash of shame, but more, a sense of obligation. Of regret she had commanded the orc not to cum within her. Whatever he did now, she would deserve.
She gasped as his broad hand touched her soft bottom. Then, suddenly drawing back, he brought it down.
“Ah!” Mina screamed, the sharp pain racing through her. Ghostheart’s eyes blazed anew with the delight of cruelty. Again his hand came back, down. Mina screamed as he began to ruthlessly spank her, her ass immediately reddening under the punishing blow.
“Ah! Ah! Ghost-h-heart! P-please! Forgive meeee!” she squealed as he spanked her soft bum, pain pounding through her with every blow. Her core beat, her head spinning with the shameful lust of her punishment, spanked like a child done something wrong. She pressed her face against the stone floor, her whimpers of pain ending in weak moans of shameful pleasure.
At last the orc stopped. For a moment Mina didn’t move, remaining crouched on hands and knees on the floor before him. But when nothing more came she shakily crawled to her feet, her legs buckling with pain. Ghostheart sat down on the bench once more, watching her get shakily to her feet, her pussy gaping from her brutal fucking, her front stained with his seed and her bottom red with his blows. A shadow of a smile flicked across his painted features, his dark eyes glowing with that smoldering flame as she staggered towards the door of the cell and out. As she locked the door behind her, Mina bowed her head, lingering a moment.
“Th-thank you,” she whispered.
Ghostheart chuckled, a sound of such low savage mirth that Mina felt a chill. It took some doing to cross the floor, every step an uncertain thing, her bum flaming with agony and her cunt aching like she’d ridden her horse for a week straight. Her walk was further shamed when she felt the residents of the other cells along the slave pits watch her, coarse laughter chasing the daughter of their master to the door. The arcane lock opened to her touch and she slipped out of the dungeon, shutting the door with a sigh, sealing it behind her.
“Having fun, were we?”
Mina spun, gasping. A gaunt man stood before her, towered over her really. Garbed in a long black cloak, his eyes were hooded. He was handsome in a cold way, his chin flicked with a small goatee, his features sharp and hard. A dark hat with a broad brim shadowed his face, and in his hand he held a cane tipped with a silver serpent.
“What… what are you doing here?” Mina stammered.
“I would think the real question is what were you doing in there. Though,” he noted, glancing down at the shreds of her nightgown and the stain of Ghostheart’s seed, “I think that is obvious.”
Mina hastily pulled shut the two halves of her nightgown, her face blazing. The man chuckled, his eyes gleaming like a wolf’s in the dark. Mina’s eyes flicked to the wall behind him where his shadow twisted in the fluttering torchlight.
Mina gasped as the silver head of his cane touched her chin, tilted back her head so she was looking into his eyes. “Relax, Mina. I have no objections. So how about this. We both keep quiet about what we’ve seen down here. Hm? A fair deal, I’d say.”
Mina swallowed thickly. But what choice did she have? She gave a shaky nod. “I… alright.”
“Good girl.” The man took the cane from her chin. Casually, he struck it once against the door. Mina’s jaw dropped as the seals crackled, sputtered and the door swung open despite all the enchantments loaded upon it. “Now off you go. And pleasant dreams.”
Mina hesitated, but a cold breeze down the tunnel made her shiver, turn, and race away, not stopping until she’d slammed the door of her room behind her and locked it securely. She cleaned herself quickly and crawled into bed with a sigh.
Combat
The orcs slowly filed out onto the arena floor. Steel bristled in their hands. Spears and swords and axes and knives gleaming in the blazing sun above. The crowds gathered intently in the stands, murmuring with excitement. Every seat was sold out. Near half the city had to be there.
Mina looked at them with despair. Her father chuckled, rubbing his hands eagerly as he watched the gladiators file out.
“This’ll be grand!”
Theresa hummed in agreement, casting a subtle look to the wooden throne dragged into the owner’s box and erected there. Governor Reis sat within, draped in a gold chain of office, smiling contentedly while bodyguards shadowed his seat. “Indeed, husband dear. And should the orc win, we’ll be in a place indeed. Perhaps his lordship might take a c
loser interest in an alliance of families,” she said with a meaningful look at Mina.
Mina grimaced, focusing on Ghostheart. Her heart throbbed as the pale orc stepped out into the sand and across the floor. Mina frowned a little, noticing her carried a spear as well as his tribal dagger. The orcs stood about without seeming to have any true organization. It would be a chaotic melee, after all. A fight to the death for all the warriors below.
The governor slowly stood. He spread his hand out towards the crowd.
“Gladiators! Welcome to the arena this day! You are the best! The chosen from your master’s stock. And a grand day it shall be! For today, a melee like Istanov has never seen before! A fight to the death from the greatest gladiators in the entire empire!
“And, to celebrate my birthday, a prize like no other! To whoever triumphs, freedom for that orc!”
Mina clutched her hands before her and tensed silently. Freedom? She raised her head, looking down at Ghostheart. She trembled a little. If he were free… but no. No. She dared not follow that thought. She flushed again, her loins aching with the memory of her mating to the brutal orc. Her mother glanced at her, raising a brow before turning back. The governor had gone on, self-aggrandizing as only he could. Then, with a gesture, he took a seat.
The horn blew low and deep, signalling to begin.
The orcs began to circle, all too skilled to simply race into the match. Mina’s eyes were only on one, however, ignoring all the others. She watched as Ghostheart lifted his spear, bounced it in his hand. Then, drawing back his arm, he hurled it with all his might
Mina held her breath as she watched the spear flash through the air. So fast she didn’t realize what was happening until the weapon flicked over the arena wall and took a man full in the chest, slamming him into the bleacher behind him, impaled like an insect.
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