Primal Masquerade (Closed for Kaena)

[Kaena]

She could see the confusion in his eyes as she switched their position. Up to that point she had kept complete control of the situation and now it appeared that she was giving him some freedom to take control. In reality, she was still completely in control of the situation and knew she could turn the tables again just as easily. She wanted to see how far he would go and if he would obey what she told him or lose himself completely in the situation.

Despite his confusion, it didn't take him long to react. He returned her kiss with as much hunger as she felt, his mouth claiming hers with unbridled passion. Feeling his hands slide under her, she arched her back to give him room to place his hands beneath her. His grip on her shoulders holding her in place made her growl softly, not being one to like being held down. If it wasn't for his hard cock pressing deep inside in that moment, she might have second guessed her decision for allowing him this modicum of control. Instead she was quickly consumed by her desire and her need to feel him deep inside her pushed away all other thoughts.

With every thrust he was pushing her further and futher towards the edge. Her pussy eagerily tightened around his cock as he pushed deep inside her. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore of him, she tightened her legs around him and pulled him even deeper. She moaned loudly against his mouth as their kiss deepened, the feel of his chest brushing against her over sensitive nipples pushing her to an all new height.

With one final thrust he pushed over the edge and she came hard, arching wildly beneath him on the bed. She broke away from their kiss as her cries of pleasure echoed through the room. Wave over wave washed over her as she held dug her nails into his shoulder, holding on tight as writhed beneath him. When she finally came to her senses she collapsed onto the bed beneath him, her breath coming in gasp as she looked up at him. In midst of her orgasm she didn't notice if he had come to, but she could still feel his cock buried inside her.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The growl that he'd heard made Zeke wonder if the woman was actually going to see this through, or if she was going to call it to a stop right now. He was glad that she elected not to though, because in that moment he wasn't honestly sure he could stop.

The woman's cunt seemed to get tighter with every thrust, her warm, soft, and wet walls, still somehow managing to cause a modicum of pain every time he thrusted and she clenched down on him. Still there was no doubt in his mind that she was enjoying what he was doing. The furious, passionate, and near-violent kiss they shared was evidence of that. Their heads tilted too and fro with no pattern at all, their tongues battling one another as they pushed, rolled, and circled around, each trying to get the advantage in their own little battle.

It was impossible to know which of them was truly going to break first, at least it was until her legs tightened around his waist, pulling his penetrating cock deeper still. She let out a fresh and fevered moan then, barely stifled by the kiss they continued to share. Only then, with the aid of her new position, did Zeke feel her inner-most wall against the tip of his cock. The very feel of that, and knowing what it meant, pushed him into another gear as well. The feeling of being so perfectly matched with a woman send spirals of pleasure through his body, tingles of feeling that took away all sense of control from him. He was almost nothing but a passenger then, reaping the pleasures of the moment as each new thrust now had the very tip of his cock pressing against the entrance to her womb.

In the back of Zeke's mind he knew he was getting close, but knew she had to be getting close as well. What other way could this violently carnal coupling end but with a race to the finish. She beat him, but only just barely. Her back arched as she broke from their kiss, but he couldn't care in the slightest. His lips found a new target, her perfectly vulnerable throat. He pounced on it as she cried out with her pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders, but it only served to tighten his grip on hers as she writhed beneath him as his own orgasm overwhelmed him. The tip of his cock hammered against her cervix as it gushed with cum, each pump of cum being milked from his pulsing cock by her own throbbing cunt.

The two seemed to hover there, lost to time for but a moment as they came together in every sense of the phrase. She was the first to break once again, collapsing back to the bed beneath him as she looked up at him and gasped for air. Zeke was gasping too, but in this moment he could think of only one thing to do. He rolled them over once more, keeping his arms around her as he just held her close as they both recovered from the powerful experience. The motion caused his softening cock to shift a bit inside her, making him shiver again, but he tried to ignore it as he just held her. He wanted to say something, he truly did, but what could one possibly say after such an experience?

 

[Kaena]

It took several minutes for Kearra to catch her breath, her eyes studying his face as he worked to compose himself as well. She could feel his cock softening inside her, a testament that he had achieved the release he so desperately begged her for. Soft tremors coursed through her body as she lay beneath him, her body reveling in the afterglow of her orgasm.

She was started when he suddenly rolled over and pulled her on top of him, mimicking her move earlier. She lay against his chest listening to his heart, sliding her arms underneath him in both an attempt to hold him closer but also to ground herself in the moment. She lay there for a few minutes, neither of them saying anything as they came down from the euphoric high of their passionate coupling. Finally she slowly slid off his cock, wincing at the sensitivity of her pussy. She knew she was going to be sore in the morning, but, it was not something she would regret. She moved off him and lay beside him, laying her head on his chest once again, her leg draped over his in a pose usually reserved for lovers. She rested her hand on his stomach, idly swirling her fingers lightly along his skin.

When she felt she could finally speak again, she looked up at him her eyes meeting his once again. "You have pleased me," she said softly, her words open to several interpretations as to what she meant. "It is late, we should get some rest before your match tomorrow. But, lets not think of that right now. Just hold me, for I fear after tomorrow, I may never get to hold you again."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Zeke was glad he'd rolled them over again, mostly because he wasn't sure what his eyes might reveal, mostly because he wasn't even sure what he was feeling in that moment. He just knew that it felt good to have her head on his chest with their arms around each other. At least for these few moments there weren't any roles or rules to worry about. It was just them laying there, recovering from the draining experience that had been their coupling.

A soft sigh of dismay did slip from Zeke's lips when the woman finally moved and his cock slipped out of her warm depths. He said nothing though. Even with the moment they'd had, trying to push anything might shatter the very tender atmosphere that surrounded them in this moment. He naturally made no attempt to stop her from moving, and simply took a deep breath as her head settled on his chest and her leg draped over his. His arms closed around her subconsciously as he felt her breath against his skin and her fingers lightly twirling circles on his skin.

Time was once again lost to Zeke in that moment, and as he simply laid there with her it was impossible to not wish that that moment could last forever. Such a thing was never possible though, and as the woman slowly looked up at him, his violet gaze lowered to find hers as well.

The woman's first words once again brought a slight blush to his face. It was silly and stupid, given their previous couplings, but something about this time felt different. He couldn't really explain it, but that didn't stop the feeling. Her second statement came before she ended up lowering her gaze once more and settled in. He was quiet for a while, torn on what to say, if anything at all.

"As you wish..." Zeke said simply, tightening his arms around her a little bit more. He tried not to think of what was coming the next morning, wanting to worry about that then, and enjoy this moment for as long as he could.

 

[Kaena]

She didn't know what she expected his reaction would be to her wanting him to hold her. But, in the moment, that is all she wanted. To fall asleep held him his arms and not think about what the morning was going to bring. She knew she would do everything in her power to ensure he came out of that ring alive, but, she still didn't want to think about the alternative. Laying against his chest, the beat of his heart help to calm her and ease some of the apprehension she was feeling. After awhile she fell asleep, secure in his embrace.

The sun was shining through the window she she finally woke. She raised her head from where it still lay on his chest to look up at his sleeping face. He looked so much at peace while he was sleeping, a stark contrast to what the day held for both of them. Slowly she eased herself from his embrace and moved to get dressed, pulling on a fresh pair of leather pants, white shirt and her leather vest, an almost mirror to the outfit she had worn the day before. She walked to the wash basin and splashed some water on her face to wake herself up before pulling on her boots and strapping on the weapons she always wore.

Glancing back at him to see if he was still asleep, she moved to the cupboard and pulled out another set of clothes for him. She hoped these ones would fit him better than the ones he wore the day before. She didn't want ill fitting clothing to be a hindrance during his match against Aerden. Placing the pile of clothes on the bed, she walked out onto her balcony, surveying the courtyard below. Several men busied below readying the gallows for the morning's executions. Off the side she could see Kaldar watching them intently to ensure things were done properly. Word of the executions had spread and a small crowd of onlookers were starting to gather. She stood stoic, her hand on the ledge of the balcony, watching and waiting for it all to be done, the cool breeze brushing her loose hair in strands round her face.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The sound of splashing water started to pull Zeke out of what was a deep and surprisingly dreamless sleep. His head shook briefly as he felt the pull of consciousness. In the end, it was a splash of light from the window that finally made him open his eyes and turn his head away from the light.

It was only after Zeke was awake that he actually noticed the absence of the woman beside and on top of him. It wasn't her absence that surprised him, so much as the fact that he actually noticed it. So much had happened in such a small amount of time, but it was still just the beginning. He took a slow and deep breath as he thought about the next chapter in this life turned tragedy of his.

Zeke slowly rose to a sitting position and turned his head, looking for the woman. It took but a moment for him to see her silhouette out on the balcony. His gaze then dropped to the foot of the bed where he saw a fresh set of clothes waiting for him. He eased himself slowly out of the bed and took a few moments to stretch, extending his arms and lifting up onto his toes. His body quaked briefly with the action, but it was a good kind of quake. He rolled his shoulders a couple of times after he dropped his arms

Only after he took another big deep breath did Zeke finally move to put the clothes on that the woman had laid out for him. He could tell from the moment he looked at them that they were smaller than the ones he'd worn yesterday, and when he put them on, he was glad to see that they were a much better fit for him. They were a snug fit, but not too tight around his joints that they restricted his movements.

The only thing missing for Zeke was a pair of boots, but he expected that they would be provided eventually. He walked around the bed, heading first towards the wash basin to slap some water on his face. The cool water helped clear the cobwebs from his brain. He needed a clear mind for what he was going to do today. After he dried his hands, Zeke doubled back to the nearly-forgotten tray of food from the previous night and picked up the piece of bread that the woman had offered him last night. He took a bite, and wasn't surprised to find it stale after it's night in the open air, but he didn't care in that moment. He held it in one hand and took a couple more bites as he walked back around the bed and headed towards the balcony.

Zeke paused in the archway of the balcony for a couple of moments, long enough to take another couple bites of the piece of bread he still held. Only when he was sure that the woman knew, or at least suspected she knew, about his presence behind her did he finally take a couple more steps forward. His final stride brought him to just behind her left shoulder. From his vantage point he could see the men in the courtyard, and it didn't take a genius to know what they were setting up and why.

In the back of his mind, Zeke wondered how many men were going to hang for treason, but chose not to ask. He'd find out soon enough.

 

[Kaena]

Kearra couldn't help but feel a sadness in her heart as she watched the scene below. It had only be a mere month since she had lost her father from a mysterious illness and the responsibility of the kingdom had fallen into her lap. Her father had raised her well, so when the time came she was ready to step in and take his place, but she had not expected it to happen so early. Her father had been loved by all his people, or so she thought, yet within a short time they were already starting to rebel against her. She really hoped it was just this small group of men that had turned their back on their queen, but she had a feeling it ran deeper than that and after today, there would be more discord in the kingdom.

Sighing, she brushed her hair from her face, suddenly aware of his presence behind her. Her eyes searched the courtyard for signs that anyone had noticed him, but everyone had their eyes glued to the gallows and the men that were being led up onto it. She was torn as to what to do. On one hand she wanted her people to know that she stood with him and trusted him and on the other hand she didn't want it appear to the people that she had gone soft and was allowing him to manipulate or control her. He was still her slave and it had always been custom for slaves to kneel in their master or mistress' presence while in view of the public. Even after their night together what they had between them was still shaky and she didn't want to destroy what she felt was growing between them.

"I know you may not understand this yet," she started, her eyes still scanning the crowd. From an outside view it would appear as if she was not acknowledging his presence. "You need to kneel when we are in the public eye. As far as the people know you are my slave and will expect you to act as such. If they see you standing, they will take it as either an act of disrespect or that I am not able to keep my slaves in line. I don't need them questioning my judgement on a day like this."

Finally turning to him, she raised her gaze to meet his and reached out to lay a hand on his cheek. "Even if you wish to fight me on this," she said, taking a deep breath as she searched his eyes for how he was feeling. "I am asking you to just do what you are told. Today is going to be hard enough on the both of us. We do not need to add to the chaos."

Dropping her hand back to her side she turned back to the courtyard below. The prisoners were now positioned on the gallows, the rope around their necks. Kaldar stood at the executioner's side, waiting for her signal. She took a deep breath, stepping up to the ledge of the balcony so that she was able to be seen clearly from all below. The murmur of the crowd increased in volume as they noticed her, all eyes watching her intently. She raised her hand and the crown fell silent.

"It is with a heavy heart that I stand before you today," she said, her strong voice a contrast to the butterflies in her stomach. "These men have been found guilty of treason to the crown. Many innocent men, women and children have had their lives destroyed by their actions. They have been sentenced to death for their crimes. Let their death be a lesson that I will not tolerate this type of behavior in my kingdom. If any of you disagree with this, please let them speak now." She paused, her icy eyes scanning the crowd. She could hear a few whispers among those gathered and a few turned away from her gaze, but none dared to question her. Her eyes met those of the executioner and she dropped her hand. He nodded in understanding and pulled the lever for the trapdoor beneath the men's feet. Kearra only watched long enough to see the men fall before turning her back, her stomach suddenly feeling sick. Ten men, ten men she had thought were good men. Men with families. Men who had stood at her father's side as loyal soldiers. So quickly they had turned against her and had decided to follow Aerden instead, only to have their lives extinguished just as quickly. It had been a hard, but necessary decision, but not one that she took lightly or took pleasure in.

"It is done," she said, her voice breaking and coming out as barely a whisper. "All that is left is for your match with Aerden, then maybe we can put this all behind us and return to some level of normalcy. Though I fear, life is not going to feel normal in a long time."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Zeke heard the woman's words, and he did understand them. He still hated the thought of kneeling and what it represented. He'd begged her for things, yes, but he'd never knelt before her or acknowledged his position relative to her. But now she was asking to not only do it, but do it in a public way. His fingers twitched with anger and anxiety as he briefly considered her words.

Before Zeke had a chance to even decide on what to do, let alone do it, the woman finally turned to him. The hand she pressed to his cheek did catch him off guard though, especially with how it conflicted in a way with her words.

When the woman turned back towards the courtyard Zeke swallowed hard and finally did as she bade him to. He lowered himself to his knees, but did add at least a small bit of defiance settling in a relaxed kneeling position instead of a straight-backed and upright kneeling position.

While Zeke didn't have the best view of what was going on in the courtyard, he could at least see some of it. He had mixed feelings right now, something that caught him off guard. He was naturally happy to see the people who'd ravaged his village pay for their crimes, but he also genuinely felt sorry for her that she to not only witness it, but command it to be done as well. He knew her reign was young, and this was an undeniably difficult way to start things off.

The woman's words, when the deed was done and she'd turned around were full of understandable emotions, even if the they were barely audible. He lifted his gaze to try and find hers. "I don't even know what normal would like at this point..." Zeke said softly, not trying to contradict her so much as call attention to the fact that queen's don't often get to experience anything that could be considered normal.

 

[Kaena]

It took all her being to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. She couldn't let him see her like this. She was the queen and as such she was expected to hide her emotions. Taking a deep breath, she looked down at where he still knelt at her feet, her icy gaze warmed as it met his and she smiled sadly, her fingers brushing lightly through his hair.

"I don't even know what normal would like at this point..." She nodded in agreement to his words. Gone were the days of normal, torn from her grasp the day of her father's death. It was a sad reality, but reality none the less. "Sometimes I wish I was never queen," she said more to herself than to anyone as she slipped past him into the room. Stopping in the middle of the room, her eyes fell on the food from the night before, once again left uneaten. She looked back towards him, her eyes travelling over his body to his feet where he wasn't wearing any boots. She shook her head at herself. How did she think he would even stand a chance against Aerden if he wasn't properly equipped or hungry.

Stepping to the door, she opened it to find a tray of food already waiting for her. Smiling at the thoughtfulness of her guards she picked it up and carried it inside, placing it beside the forgotten one. Moving to the cabinet that she pulled his clothes from she fetched a pair of soft leather boots as well as a sword and knife, along with their harness.

"Here put these on," she said, placing the items on the bed before grabbing some bread and meat from the platter of food. She sat down on the bed to eat as she waited for him to prepare himself. "You also need to eat. You will need your strength for the match. We have less than an hour before they expect us at the ring."

Pausing she looked up at him, her eyes once again sad. "You know I can just have him executed, you don't need to go through with this." Shaking her head, she fell silent. She already knew what he was going to say to that and she didn't blame him, but, she had to try. The thought of him being killed in the ring was tearing her apart.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

It took every ounce of Zeke's willpower to remain on his knees. He hated the feeling of it, and he found himself truly relieved when she finally walked past him into the room. It meant that he could finally get up, which he happily did. He stopped walking when she did though, and remained still when he saw her turn around. He saw her eyes travel down the full length of his body, and he wondered at the thoughts going through her head. He saw her head shake and cocked his head with confusion.

Zeke didn't have to wait long to find out what had been on the woman's mind. He watched as she turned around again, this time heading for the door. The smell of the food preceded it's appearance, and his stomach rumbled with the scent, reminding him that he'd opted for a different kind of breakfast. He chose to use a modicum or restraint though, and waited until she brought him a sword, knife, harness, a pair of boots from the cabinet, and finally sat down with with some bread and meat in her hands. Only then did he finally move from where he'd stood. He walked towards the platter, but stopped to put on the boots and strap the weapons to his person before moving towards the platter of food.

Zeke's violet eyes closed briefly when the fresh meat touched his tongue. It tasted so damn good, and he knew it wasn't just because he was starving. He sampled a couple more pieces before taking a piece of bread and finally moving to sit beside her on the bed. He heard her words, and he nodded as she shook her head.

"Yes, I know, and for the men out there following orders, that is enough. Not for him though. The man that made the decisions and gave the orders deserves a more...personal touch."

Zeke paused then, silently reflecting on the decision as he took small bites of the large piece of bread in his hand.

"I know that his death won't bring my people back, and that revenge won't truly make me feel better, but I just..." Zeke let his words trail off then as he just took a bit breath and let it out with a heavy sigh. He knew that it was stupid to fight and risk his life when an execution would have the desired result. This was something he had to do though. It didn't matter if he was up to the challenge or not. It didn't matter if he was strong enough after the days of starvation, dehydration, and heat stroke or not. This fight was his, and whether he won or not didn't matter. This fight was his.

 

[Kaena]

She watched him as he climbed to his feet and followed her into the bed chamber. She could tell by his posture when he was on his knees that he was not happy with the situation, but she chose not to address it. For all she knew he would no longer be around after today and she wasn't in the mood to bring up such trivial things. Her eyes continued to follow him as he made his way to the items that she had set on the bed and quickly put them on. If he had been anyone else she would not have taken the chance to arm him with a weapon, but she knew she was safe with him, if only for the reason that he knew he would not make it out alive if he tried to harm her and he wanted his revenge on Aerden.

She continued to eat the bread and meat she had chosen as he made his way to the platter of food. The look of pleasure on his face when he took a bite made her realize that he had not eaten since she had claimed him from the ring. Reaching for a cup, she poured him some water and held it out for him to take it. Pouring herself some water, she sipped on it slowly as she waited for him to finish his meal. As they sat side by side in silence, Kearra tried to still her mind, but she just couldn't stop replaying in her mind what could happen to him once he entered the ring with Aerden.

She nodded her head in understanding at his words, focusing on the food in her hand in an attempt to hide the emotions she was sure was written all over her face. Aerden had taken everything away from him, his life, his family and his freedom. If she had been in his place, she would want to kill the man who put her there as well. When he paused she looked up at him, studying his face as he slowly ate the bread he held. She could see his own emotions warring in his eyes. When he finally spoke again, she reached out and brushed her hand lightly over his cheek, her touch meant as a comfort for him, but also helped ease her own apprehension.

"You are a braver man than I could ever be," she finally said, her voice cracking with emotion. "If you live through this, I will do everything in my power to make this right. I cannot bring back those that have died by his treacherous hand, but, I will find those that are left of your people and find a way to set them free." Sighing she got to her feet, brushing a shaky hand through her hair. Deep down inside she knew it would never be right, especially if she didn't give him his freedom, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it, at least not yet.

"We need to get going," she said, once again turning away to hide her emotions. "The people are already riled up over the executions. The longer we delay this match, the more of a chance that they will turn against me." Looking over at the restraints he had worn when brought to her chamber she shook her head at the thought of making him wear them. If he was going to go to his death, she was not going to drag him there like a common slave. She was sure she would hear about it later from the others, perhaps even Kaldar himself, but she didn't care. It was the least she could do for him, since she was selfishly keeping his freedom from him.

Walking to the door, she opened it to kind Kaldar already standing there to escort them to the ring. She flashed him a tired smile before looking back at Zeke.

"It is time," she said, stepping out into the hallway, expecting him to follow her.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The woman's words after he spoke actually did touch Zeke's heart. It felt good to know that she would do what she could to try and make things right. There was no way to undo what had been done, but it was still something that she didn't have to do but was offering to do anyway.

Zeke's gaze followed the woman's movements as she rose to her feet, brushed a hand through hair, and turned away from him. He heard her words and understood them perfectly. While things hadn't started as a violent regime change, the executions still didn't look good. The sooner everything was over and done with, the better.

As the woman turned and walked towards the door, Zeke rose to follow her. He took a deep breath before she opened it, knowing that the guards likely wouldn't be happy to see him armed. She seemed to have no such concerns though, and from the moment the door was open, her invisible mask was in place.

Zeke stepped out of the room and naturally noticed the looks the guards gave him. He paid them no heed though, and simply fell in line behind the woman and the guard who'd never left her door. He was a giant of a man, towering above both him and her, with muscles to match. He walked behind the woman between the two of them. The trio was naturally attended by the usual group of guards, two in front of him, one on either side, with two behind him to match. He noticed the anxious gazes the two guards he could see kept casting in his direction, but he paid them no heed. He simply stared at the large man's back as they walked, keeping his hands at his sides moving in time with his stride. His mind was naturally on other things, but he did his best to give the already nervous men as few reasons to question his motives as possible.

 

[Kaena]

Kearra was very aware of the nervous tension radiating from the guards Kaldar had chosen to escort them to ring. She didn't blame them. They had seen his skill with a weapon in the ring, and they didn't have a full understanding of the situation. Kaldar on the other hand barely gave the weapons a glance before falling in line behind her, putting his strong body between hers and Zeke's. Though he trusted her judgment, it was evident that he still didn't trust Zeke but knew better than to question her decision to arm him before they were at the ring. She could feel the stares of her people as they walked through the corridors and heard the hushed whispers, but paid them no mind. Her decision had been made and she would live with the consequences, even if it meant that she would have to work hard to prove herself.

She had been so lost in her thoughts that she didn't see the young man that had approached the group, his face awash with anger. “Traitorous whore..” his screamed, rushing at her with his sword raised. His words died quickly on his lips as he met his demise on the end of Kaldar's sword. She looked back in shock at Kaldar as he calmly wiped the blood off his blade and slid it back into it's sheath.

“If fear there are going to be more than just this one after your blood my queen,” Kaldar said, silently ordering the other guards to dispose of the body. They rushed forward, eager to be relieved of their duty guarding Zeke and dragged the body away. “You are going to have to be more vigilant. This is not the time to become distracted.” Kearra blushed at his chastisement and looked away, biting back the retort on the tip of her tongue. He was right, she had too preoccupied of the thought of what would happen to Zeke in the ring, she had lowered her defenses. It was not something she could do, especially when tensions ran so high amount the citizens.

”You are right Kaldar,” she said softly, looking over at Zeke to see what his reaction was to what had just happened. She couldn't read him, but it did appear he had taken a more defensive stance than he had before as well. Turning on her heel, she continued down the corridor, the look on her face silencing the hushed whispers instantly as she passed more of her people. Gone was the stoic look she had when they left her chamber, instead in it's place was a mask of determination and unbridled anger. The anger she felt towards Aerden and his men had sparked anew with the attack and she fed off it.

The room fell silent as the small group entered the amphitheater and approached the ring. In the center of the ring Aerden was on his knees, his hands still bound with chains, the hand of a guard on his shoulder keeping him from raising to his feet. He looked up as they approached, his face pale but eyes fiery with his own anger. She could see the bruises that peppered his body, his clothes torn and dirty. It was apparent the guards had not been gentle with him, a thought that brought a satisfied smile to his lips. She respected Zeke's decision to fight him in the ring, but, it brought her pleasure to see that his stay in her dungeon had been anything but comfortable.

Turning to face the crowd, she allowed her eyes to scan the faces of those that hand gathered to watch. Though she could see some anger among some of the spectators, the majority of them just seemed to be curious to see what was going to happen.

“Aerden has been found guilty of treason to the crown. His actions as despicable and are worthy of death. But, that is not my decision.,” she said, addressing the crowd. Taking a breath, she looked over at Zeke. “This man here has had his village destroyed, loved ones killed or sold into slavery, all because of Aerden's actions. Since Aerden has destroyed his life, I have given him the choice as to what will happen him. He has chose a fight to the death, either his or Aerden's. If Aerden is victorious he will be exiled from the kingdom, but, he will be allowed to live. Though I do not agree with these wishes, I am an honorable woman and will not go back on my word.” She took a deep breath, knowing that her words were not entirely truthful. Though she had agreed to let Aerden live if he killed Zeke, she didn't intend it ever to get to that point. The archers she could see stationed around the ring would make sure that didn't happen.

Stepping up to Zeke, she took his hand and looked up into his eyes. “It's not too late to back out,” she said, her eyes searching his face for second thoughts. His gaze looked more determined than ever. She knew that there was no way she was going to talk him out of it. “Are you ready?”

 

[Lucian_Devine]

It was hard for even Zeke to not hold his breath as the small group moved through the corridors of the castle. He could naturally both see the people talking in hushed whispers, and though he couldn't make out the words, he could see the effect they were having on the guards around him. The situation was riding on a knife's edge, seemingly waiting for one small thing from anybody involved to tip the scales.

While it was natural for him to suspect that something might happen, Zeke was far from ready for something to actually happen. He heard the shouted words of a man he couldn't see, and as he looked up he saw the large man between him and the queen step beside her to defend her from the threat he couldn't see. It was over as suddenly as it had started, leaving all but the large man seemingly stunned. It was one thing for her to have talked about people turning on her, but he honestly couldn't believe that it would happen, let alone so soon.

There was little time to actually dwell on the incident though, because while most everybody else stood stunned, the large man took charge. He wordlessly gestured to the men guarding Zeke to dispose of the fallen assailant while verbally chastising the woman. He was shocked that she not only allowed such talk, but didn't bite back like she'd done to him several times when he spoke so boldly.

The woman acknowledged Keldar's words and Zeke's eyes shifted to meet hers as they slowly panned over to him. He was tense, and his fingers were twitching. He knew how badly he wanted all of this to be behind him, but he actually doubted that his desires were as strong as hers in this moment.

Zeke was glad when the three of them started moving again, but his tension didn't let up. While it was true that the men guarding him were gone, it was also four less men to guard the woman should more people meet them in the corridors. His senses were well-trained, but not for life inside a castle. He had no way of knowing the loyalties of each of these people, how strongly they felt, or if they might act on any urges. He had no idea which direction a threat might come from, and he didn't like it.

With the tense silence in which the three person party walked, it was impossible to not hear several people talking at once as they approached a large set of double doors.All of that sound died away the second the woman commanded the doors before them to open though. All eyes were upon them as they came into view of the spectators. Zeke paid no attention to any of those eyes though. Every bit of his focus was on the man that he saw kneeling in the center of a large circular cage. He knew who the man was, and knew better than anyone what had happened on his watch and at his command.

It was only out of respect for the woman and the fact that he was still alive for this that Zeke was able to stand still as she addressed the crowd. It was only the sound and sight of the woman stepping up to him that made him tear his gaze away from Aerden. He was surprised when she took his hand, and his confusion showed in his gaze until she spoke. Her first statement was about as close to a plea as he might expect to hear from her lips. Her life would be made much easier if he just ordered the man dead right now, but that was a mercy the man didn't deserve.

Zeke did meet the woman's eyes though, and while his face was mostly the epitome of determination, he did offer up a small half smile and a knowing blink of his eyes. "It'll all be over soon." Zeke said softly to her in a voice that only the three of them would be able to hear. His face hardened again a moment later though. "I'm ready."

As the words left Zeke's lips, the woman lowered his hand and let go of it before stepped back. A simple gesture with her hand was all that he and Keldar needed before they started to move towards the cage. Keldar motioned to the men at the cage door to unlock it, and Zeke moved towards the gate before stopping to turn around.

"Keldar..." Zeke said softly, waiting for the large man to stop and turn around. "I wonder if you would be so kind as to loan me your sword, or one from your men." Zeke saw the confused look in the man's eyes and immediately spoke again. "I fight better with two, and would like to be at my best..." He let his words trail off then, giving the large man the opportunity to consider his request.

It was one thing for Zeke to ask for the man's sword, but he was utterly shocked when the large man drew the blade, turned it around, and offered it to him. He swallowed hard as he lifted his hand towards the sword. His violet gaze held that of the large man before the large hand let go of the blade, leaving the drawn sword in Zeke's hand.

"Thank you, Keldar..." Zeke said genuinely, bowing his head a little towards the large man for his generosity. The men at the door had naturally tensed at Zeke's question, and seemed even less at ease now that he held an unsheathed weapon, but Zeke made no motions towards the men. He simply stepped backwards into the cage and allowed them to close the door behind him. He shifted Keldar's sword to his right hand as he drew the blade the woman had offered him with his left hand. He then turned around to face Aerden and the men that still held him on his knees.

"Not much of a fight with me on my knees is it boy?" Aerden's taunting words lifted to fill the amphitheater, and Zeke allowed himself to crack the smallest of smile. He lifted his gaze to meet each of the two men and jerked his head to the side. The men stepped back and turned to leave, but Zeke stopped them with three simple words.

"Remove his chains." The men turned briefly towards the woman, but Zeke was not to be denied in this. "Your queen has given me full control of this man's life. Now remove his chains." There was still a slight bit of hesitation before one of the men stepped forward to unlock the chains that bound Aerden and took them away. Aerden rose slowly to his feet, rubbing his wrists as he did so.

"Not very sporting of you, fighting an unarmed man!" Aerden's words lifted again, louder this time, clearly in an attempt to make sure that everybody around them heard and goad him into giving him a more fair fight. "Don't I at least get a wooden sword like you were given yesterday?"

"You can have whatever equipment you want Aerden, short of armor. You know what's in this castle. Just name it." Zeke continued to stand like a statue as he spoke, giving away nothing in his body language as he made his offer.

"Then I shall take a longsword, a sharp one if you will, and a shield." Aerden's words fell on near-deaf ears this time as Zeke simply stood there and nodded his head in acknowledgement. Aerden then turned and headed towards the door behind him. The guards clearly weren't expecting the request, let alone for it to be granted, but one of them quickly hurried off to grab what Aerden requested.

Only when the man finally returned with the two items and passed them through the bars of the cage did Zeke finally move again. He stepped more towards the center of the ring as Aerden did the same. Soft words could be heard around the cage, likely people making bets, and Zeke let his gaze briefly turn towards the woman, offering her the same small-half smile he'd given her just minutes ago before he was interrupted by Aerden's charging attack.

 

[Kaena]

Kearra sighed and returned his smile, her face a mask of against the emotions whirling inside. She felt as if a weight was in her stomach as she let go of his hand and stepped back, motioning him and Kaldar towards the cage. Flashing Aerden another hateful look, she stood watching as the door was unlocked, expecting Zeke to enter the ring right away. When he stopped and turned towards Kaldar, she felt a flutter of hope in her stomach that he had changed his mind. The hope was once again dashed as he asked Kaldar for another sword. She had forgotten that he had used two swords in the ring before, once he had gotten his hands on another one. If she had remembered she would have given him another of hers from her weapon store, but, it was too late for that.

She waited with bated breath to see what Kaldar with do at the request. His sword was his prized possession, a gift to him from her late father. It never left his side. She expected him to order one of the guards to give up their sword, but was surprised when he slid his from is sheath and offered it to Zeke. Zeke may not have realized it at the time, but Kearra knew that seemingly simple gesture from Kaldar meant that he trusted Zeke and respected him for his decision to put his own life on the line.

As soon as Kaldar passed the sword to Zeke, Kearra could see the remaining guards tense up, their hands going to the handles of their own swords. All eyes were on Zeke as he entered the cage and the door clanged shut behind him. She watched him as he turned to face Aerden, the look of determination still on his face. The smile on his face at Aerden's taunting amazed her. Her hand twitched at her side at the temptation to waltz into the ring and slap the cockiness off Aerden's face. She didn't know how Zeke was keeping his cool.

“Remove his chains,” She could see the hesitation of the guards as they looked towards her at his words. She nodded her head in agreement, smirking at the commanding tone in his voice as he repeated his order. It took all her power to not say anything as they hesitated again, not wanting to take away the control he had of the situation. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding when they finally moved forward and complied with his wishes.


"Not very sporting of you, fighting an unarmed man!” She could hear the murmurs in the crowd at Aerden's words. “Not fair. Give him a fighting chance at least,” were some of the things she could hear from where she stood at Kaldar's side. She knew that Zeke had intended to allow Aerden to have a weapon but she hadn't expected him to give Aerden a choice as to what it would be. She frowned at Aerden's request for a long sword. She knew Aerden was a master swordsmen and had never been beaten in battle as long as he had his sword in his hand. As much as she had confidence in Zeke's skill, she knew Aerden was a formidable opponent. She glanced up at the archers, an unspoken order in her glance to shoot to kill if things went wrong.

She watched with bated breath as the two men made their way to the center of the ring. She smiled softly at Zeke as he turned to look at her. A warning cry was on her lips as Aerden leaped forward, his sword held high. Before she had a chance to warn him, Zeke moved to meet the attack, the sound of clashing swords ringing through the amphitheater as he brought one of his swords up in time to block Aerden's attack.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Zeke expected nothing less from the man standing across from him than to try and attack when he felt that he was distracted. He was ready though, and he brought his left blade up to block Aerden's blade as he thrust his other sword forward, thrusting it directly into the blocking shield. A quick flick of his wrist brought that sword to bear once more, thrusting at the shield again, this time from a different angle, making Aerden stagger backwards while Zeke simply held the pose for a moment, glaring at the man before him.

While he knew that the man would never say it out loud, the look on Aerden's face told Zeke that the man knew he had to take this fight seriously. His actions reflected it too as he approached Zeke slowly with the shield raised and at the ready.

Zeke was the first one to attack this time, testing Aerden's reflexes and defense as his right sword slashed high and stabbed low. He attacked again and again, even though the man blocked every attack with his shield. His counterattacks were fast as well, but Zeke used the blade in his left hand to block and parry as best he could. The ones he couldn't get his sword in front of, he managed to duck or dodge.

Aerden grew more and more confident with each exchange, because each time their blades met, he was able to push a little closer to Zeke, and each time the man dodge or ducked, it was by a more and more narrow margin.

"Give it up boy!" Aerden all but shouted at Zeke with obvious glee and confidence. "You lost the moment you gave me a shield. It is better than two swords every time." His next couple of swings came that much harder, clearly wanting to force his advantage through.

Zeke was ready for the increased power though, and let a small smile come to his lips as he stepped to his right using his left blade to parry the strong swing. His right blade came next, not to attack though, but to push the shield to his left. The side-step turned into a spin as he swung his leg around as he spun around the man's guard. His left blade came back around as he finished his spin, it dipped down in a low sweeping motion slicing along the back of Aerden's left knee.

Aerden cried out with pain and surprise as that leg collapsed and he dropped to a knee."You were half right..." Zeke started as he walked back around Aerden with his sword raised and at the man's throat. "A shield is better, but only if all you do with the other blade is defend."

"Don't patronize me you stupid savage!" Aerden fired back as he knocked Zeke's sword away, forced himself to his feet, and counter attacked. "You are lucky to even be standing right now! You don't deserve to be here!"

Zeke was not to be outdone though. He blocked every one of Aerden's wild attacks before finally using a rising slash to knock the man's sword out of his hand. "I...never...asked...to...be...here...you...pompous...PRICK!" Zeke attacked in a flurry of savage downward thrust, forcing Aerden to do nothing but block them. His anger surged with every ringing strike, and his muscles rippled and tightened as his strength grew the madder he got. With his final word he kicked the shield, unbalancing Aerden and knocking him flat on his ass. Zeke didn't let up though, and pursued, stepping on the man's shield, forcing his elbow to bend with the curve of the shield almost to the point of breaking it. He lifted his sword one last time and made to bring it down, only stopping at the last second.

With his chest heaving as he gasped for breath, Zeke lowered his blade as he looked down at his fallen foe. "Almost nothing would make me happier to run you through...almost..." Zeke slowly lowered his sword as he held the gaze of the helpless man before him. "The only thing worse than death for you though...if life. I'd rather see you stripped of everything and exiled, begging for food and living off the mercy of others."

Without another word, Zeke turned around and headed for the door of the cage. His steps were slow but confident as his eyes stared at nothing in particular. The sound of footsteps behind him made him turn, swinging his sword as he did. While he expected to see Aerden there, he didn't expect the sight and sound of arrows thudding into the man's body. Aerden jerked as a handful of arrows embedded themselves in his back, being shot with such force that they actually exploded out his chest, spraying Zeke's face and chest with blood. Zeke's eyes flashed with anger at the man's death as he watched the man fall limply to the ground, but it faded quickly, knowing that the man's death was inevitable. He was likely going to continue to attack no matter what, preferring death to exile.

Even the crowd was silent as Zeke finally turned around once more. He sheathed the sword that he could and moved to the door of the cage, holding Kaldar's sword at his side. The guards at the door hesitated, but a single word from Kaldar was enough to make them unlock the chains and open the door. Zeke approached the large man and offered him passed him his sword.

"Thank you for that..." Zeke started simply, lifting his gaze to meet Kaldar's. "It's a fine sword..." It was Zeke who broke eye contact, bowing his head for a moment before reaching to free first the sheathed sword and then the dagger from his waist. "Can you see that these are returned to your queen? I don't want to cause a stir walking around armed."

Kaldar lifted a single eyebrow at Zeke's actions, but did relent and take the offered weapons after he sheathed his sword. Zeke had his reasons of course, and stepped away from Kaldar then, heading towards the woman, offering her a bow of head. He wanted to say something, to thank her for allowing him his revenge, even if things hadn't played out quite like he'd hoped. They weren't alone though, and rather than risk breaking some unknown rule in front of so many people he simply turned and headed back up the hallway they'd taken to get here. His pace was slow but steady, not wanting to give the impression that he was trying to escape. He of course noticed the pair of guards that followed him and fell in line behind him, but made no outward sign of it. Despite everything that had happened in the cage, he still knew his way back, and didn't so much as turn his head to look in any other directions as he walked.

When Zeke and his escort reached their destination, one of the guards entered before and after him, and both men stood guard at the door as Zeke walked over to the wash basin, stripped off his blood-stained shirt, and used the ice-cold water to try and get the blood off of his face and neck before it dried. His heart was still pounding in his chest from what had happened in the cage, but his breathing had slowed back to normal. He simply remained there, hands on either side of the large basin, waiting for her inevitable arrival.

 

[Kaena]

Kearra couldn't help pace back and forth, casting nervous glances at the fight going on ring. With each clash on metal and excited cry from the crowd, her heart skipped a beat and she looked back at the scene fearing the worse. Soon she couldn't take it anymore and she stood riveted in her spot, her eyes never leaving Zeke's form as he danced and parried against Aerden's attacks.

She held her breath as she watched Aerden attack Zeke in obvious desperation. The man knew what was at risk and was fighting tooth and nail to avoid the inevitable. She couldn't help but smirk at his ill placed confidence as the fight continued. The more he pushed Zeke back, the more confidence he appeared to gain. His strikes fell harder and faster than before, which in turn only seemed to give Zeke the strength he needed to counter attack. She watched in amazement as he spun away from Aerden's blade and brought his own blade across the back of Aerden's knees. She couldn't help the satisfied feeling she had when Aerden dropped to knee, sure that Zeke was going to end it right there.

“Kill him,” she whispered under breath as Zeke lifted his sword to Aerden's throat. She was disappointed when he allowed Aerden to brush the sword away and mock him as he struggled back to his feet. As much as she was disappointed that it was not over, her disappointment was short lived as Zeke furiously fought Aerden's counterattack. She could feel his rage as he knocked Aerden's sword from his hand, sending it clattering across the ring. All Aerden could do now was block the savage blows that Zeke rained down on his shield. She let out a small gasp as Zeke pushed Aerden down on to his ass, her breath held as she watched him pin his arm and bring his sword down in a sweeping, killing blow.

She frowned when Zeke once again stopped the sword from biting into Aerden's flesh. Aerden didn't deserve to live after all he had done. She listened close as Zeke explained his reasoning for letting him live. In letting him live, he was able to walk away without blood on his hands and Aerden would forever have to live with the consequences of his actions.

She took a step towards the cage door as Zeke turned his back on Aerden and walked towards it. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Aerden pick up his fallen sword and rush at Zeke with the blade raised. She started to sound out a warning, but her archers were faster, their arrows burying deep in Aerden's body before the warning even left her lips. She studied Zeke's face as Aerden's body crumbled at his feet, noticing the brief flash of anger that appeared after the initial look of surprise. She let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding at the anger quickly disappearing from his face, almost as quickly as it had appeared.

She waited as the guards let Zeke out of the cage and watched the exchange between him and Kaldar with curiosity. She raised her own questioning eyebrow at the site of Zeke relinquishing the weapons she had given him to Kaldar. As he approached her, she studied his face, reaching out to brush her fingers lightly down the side of his face as he bowed his head to her. She could tell he wanted to say something and stood waiting expectantly. When he instead turned from her and head back the way they had came without word, she looked at Kaldar in confusion and took a step to follow him.

“Liar,” a voice from the now dwindling crowd drew Kearra's attention from Zeke's disappearing back and she scanned the faces to find who was speaking. Her eyes came to rest on a young man who glared back at her with fury in his eyes. “You said it was going to be a fair fight and he could go free if he won. You never intended him to leave this ring alive.”

“Excuse me?” she questioned, her voice full of unbridled anger. “Aerden sealed his own fate the day he betrayed his kingdom and again when instead of accepting his defeat he took the cowardly way out and tried to attack a man with his back turned.” The young man seemed to wither under her gaze. “His death is on his hands only, no one else.”

Instead of something she might regret later, she turned on her heels and stalked from the room, Kaldar close on her heels. She quickly made her way down the corridor to her chamber and pushed into the room, stopping at the sight of him half naked and washing the blood from his body.

“Leave us,” she ordered her guards who quickly scampered from the room , closing the door behind them. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to where he stood,, reaching her hand out to run her hand along his shoulder.

“What were you thinking?” she asked, turning him to face her. “You.. you could have been killed.” Her voice choked at the thought of losing him. “Don't do that ever again.” Leaning in she kissed him softly, pulling him close. “Though I have only known you a short time, I cannot bear the thought of losing you.”

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Zeke didn't hear the woman's steps through the stone walls and thick door, but it was impossible not to hear the order that came from her lips. He heard the guards clamoring and he imagined them all but tripping over each other in their haste to leave, lest she get even angrier. He didn't turn around though. Despite her words, there was still a lot on his mind.

The soft feeling of the woman's touch running along his shoulder made Zeke eyes close only to open again when he felt the light pressure urging him to turn around. He was glad to see the softness in her features. Hell, he was actually expecting some sort of punishment, be it from changing his mind on what to do with Aerden, saying nothing to her near the cage, or leaving without being given permission to do so.

The woman's words reflected the emotions he saw in her eyes, but hearing her actually choke up when she spoke of him dying was all the more touching. He bowed his head as she continued to speak, but her guiding hand tilted his chin up enough for her to kiss him. It wasn't a hard or demanding kiss, which seemed to be normal for her, but a soft one. He even relented to her gentle pull, subconsciously wrapping his arms around her as she pressed herself against his damp chest.

"I...wasn't really thinking I guess..." Zeke started softly as he lifted a hand to gently stroke her hair. "Not with my head at least...I wanted him dead, but not executed painlessly, but not helplessly tortured. It's stupid...I know...but I had to find out for myself which one of us deserved to live, even if your archers weren't going to allow me to die."

Zeke paused then and moved a hand beneath her chin to lift her gaze to meet his. "I know why the archers shot him, and I understand. Thank you for that...for all of it really. I know his death makes some things easier, but the way he died makes other things harder. I know that him surviving, even in exile would have caused more problems that the other two things combined."

A slight scoff came next, something that would likely see weird, given the topic of conversation, but it was followed by a soft chuckle. "Truthfully, I'm just glad your guys didn't do it sooner. I would have missed out on the look on his face when he realized that he'd lost to a savage..." He let his words trail off then and just let out a heavy sigh as he continued to hold her close and stroke her hair. With Aerden dead, the next question was simple. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

 

[Kaena]

It was as if all her tension eased from her body the moment he wrapped his arms around her. She melted into his body, laying her forehead against his chest. She shivered as he ran a hand through her hair, a welcome touch that contrasted with his words.

“My archers only had orders to kill Aerden if there was a chance you were going to be killed.” She replied, allowing her chin to be raised to meet his gaze. “You did not deserve to die by his hand in any way.” She nuzzled her cheek into his hand before sighing deeply.

“I understand why you did what you did, but, I am glad that you also understand why I did what I did.” she said softly. “I believe there are still others out there that were with Aerden. Letting him live in exile would not have been a punishment to him. It would have only served him the opportunity to rally his remaining supporters against me. His death is an example to any of those that dare cross me.”`

She smiled at his soft chuckle, adding one of her own. “The look on his face when he thought you were about to kill him was priceless.” she said, wrapping her arms around him. She ran her hands down his bare back shivering once again at his touch.

“There is only one thing I don't understand,” she said, her voice almost muffled against his chest. “Why did you leave and come back here without me?”

Not waiting for a reply, she pulled him down to her and kissed him again, her lips lingering longer this time on his. Pulling back from his chest, her hands moved down to the ties on his pants and tugged them loose. She knew after everything that had happened that day, making love should have been the last thing on her mind. But, in the moment, wrapped in his arms, she wanted him more than she ever did before. She slid her hand into his pants and grabbed his cock, her touch no longer as gentle it was a moments earlier. She knew what she wanted and she wanted it now.

Her lips traveled down the side of his neck as she backed him towards the bed, her hand still buried in his pants. As she felt him stopped against the bed she pulled her hand from his pants and stepped back, her eyes shining with desire.

“Take them off,” she ordered, her eyes moving to his pants and boots.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

"I know...I know..." Zeke said softly to each of her statements, his arms never moving from around her while his hand continued it's gentle strokes in her hair. Her final question was one that he'd expected, and he did have an answer prepared, but before he could get it out her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled his lips down to hears.

This kiss was longer than the first, speaking of a need that went unspoken. Zeke was surprised when she not only broke the kiss, but pulled her upper body back, forcing his hands to drop to her hips. Her eyes followed her hands as they dropped to the ties of his pants, pulling and tugging until the knot gave way. The moment the knot gave way, one of her hands dipped into his pants, fisting around his soft cock.

Zeke had been focused on what her hands had been doing, that the sudden press of her chest against him and her lips on his neck caught him off guard. He gasped at the feel of her lips on the side of his neck. His eyes drifted closed as his cock started to harden in her iron-like grip.

An unexpected pressure made Zeke step backwards, and he briefly wondered if it might be an accident in her eagerness. Any semblance of that thought was quickly dashed as that pressure only increased, forcing him back until he backed into the bed. Only then did she pull her hand out of his pants and step back.

The woman's three words and a simple downward flick of her eyes were all that was needed for her to communicate to him what she wanted and why. When her eyes lifted to look at him, the blue orbs almost shone with their desire, even darkened as they were from her obvious arousal.

Zeke said nothing, and simply offered her a small half smile as his hands moved to the waist of his pants and quickly pushed them down. His feet moved as he did so, pressing the toes of one boot into the other so he could pull his foot out before doing the same with the other. He was naked for her in almost an instant, and moving forward to wrap his arms around her once more. "Anything else?" He asked with a wry smile, wondering what all she would demand of him now that she finally had control once more.

 

[Kaena]

Kearra was pleased that his body responded almost instantaneously to her touch as she teased his cock. She had feared that once he got his revenge on Aerden he wouldn't be interested in her anymore. His hardening cock and his gasp at her lips on his neck quickly erased that fear. Despite everything, he was at least physically attracted to her, though she wondered if there could ever be more between them.

Casting the thought aside, she watched as he stripped out of his pants and boots, her eyes appreciatively travelling over his naked body. She could definitely get used to having him around. When he moved forward to put his arms around her, she pressed against him, her hands going down to his ass to pull him close.

She smiled at his question, kissing his chest before pulling away from him. With a grin she pushed him backwards onto the bed, her eyes gleaming. Biting her lips softly, she looked down at his hard cock before looking back up to meet his gaze.

Wordlessly she pulled off her clothes and tossed them to the side before climbing up on the bed to join him. Straddling his waist she leaned down and kissed his neck, her hardened nipples pressing against his chest. Moving her mouth to his ear, she swirled her tongue around it before kissing back down his neck and then across his chest. Raising her head she looked up and him with a smile before dipping down to take his nipple in her mouth. Her tongue teased his nipple until it hardened and then she moved to the other and did the same thing.

Shifting her weight off him, she kissed down his stomach before ducking her head to kiss along his inner thigh. Her hands slide sensuously down his arms before stopping at his wrists, holding his hands to bed. With one last look up at him, she lowered her head to his cock and ran her tongue slowly up the side before taking the head in her mouth and sucking on it gently. Her tongue expertly lapped and teased his cock before she lowered her mouth further, taking his full length into her mouth. Releasing one of his hands, she circled her hand around his cock and stroked him as her head bobbed up and down on his turgid member.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The kiss to his chest as she leaned into his body and pulled his ass close to her made the wry smile linger on Zeke's lips until her hands pushed him backwards once more. Her eyes gleamed as he watched her biting her lower lip as she looked down at his fully aroused cock. He suspected he knew what she wanted, and he wordlessly put his hands on the bed and lifted himself up onto it while keeping his gaze locked on her.

Zeke slowly pushed himself backward on the bed, making room for what he suspected was coming. His steadfast gaze never wavered though, and was rewarded with the sight of her wordlessly stripping first one piece of clothing and another until nothing covered her lovely naked body. He naturally enjoyed the show, his gaze utterly transfixed on her, never moving from her lovely form, even as she climbed up onto the bed and straddled his waist.

Only when the woman leaned down to kiss his neck did his eyes finally close. He let out a low groan when she kissed his neck, and happily let his arms encircle her once more. Those lovely lips jumped up to his ear, pulling a sharp gasp from his as her tongue swirling around it, teasing it before making a trail of kisses back down his neck. He felt her hardened nipples against his chest, and it made him subconsciously arch his back, pressing his chest against her.

Zeke felt the woman's lips pause as she reached his chest, and he felt the soft glide of her chin on his skin. He opened his eyes and happily looked down on her, his breath quickening as he saw the fiery look in her deep blue eyes. His fingers pressed into the muscles of her back as he watched her smile before darting to his nipple. He let out another sharp gasp at the sudden feel of her wet mouth closed around it, her tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive nub until it hardened for her. His hand jumped to her hair, fisting in it even as he struggled to not hold her head to his nipple. He knew she'd had no control over anything when he'd been in the ring, and that she needed this control now, and he wanted desperately to let her have it. She seemed not to notice his inner struggle though, as she simply pounced to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, pulling the same sharp gasp from him and making it harden in her warm and wet mouth.

It was hard for Zeke not to be surprised when he felt her shift her weight off of him, backing off between his legs. His arms fell to his sides when she was out of reach, but his gaze still followed her. He'd expected her to ride him again, ride him to the climax he knew she desperately desired. So having her in the position to do that and then move away fro it was unexpected to say the least. His body naturally didn't mind the continued attention, and his cock glided between her lovely breasts as she kissed a trail down his stomach.

It wasn't until that exact moment that Zeke suspected what she might be doing, but those suspicions fell away when she shifted the course of her kisses from his stomach to his inner thigh. His brain knew what he wanted her to do, but there was no way it was going to happen right? Queen's didn't do that sort of thing, let alone to and for a lowly slave. His mind continued to struggle with what he wanted versus what he expected, and he almost didn't notice the feeling of her hands sliding down his arms before stopping at his wrists. His mouth was open and he was panting with anticipation when he saw her look up at him. His eyes shone with his own desire now, desperately hoping and praying.

Nothing could have prepared Zeke for the actual sight and feeling of her tongue sliding up the full length of his engorged cock. It twitched and jumped of it's own volition with the first touch of her tongue, but she continued all the same. He let out a groan at the first touch of it, and that groan lasted the full length of time it took for her tongue to slide up the full length of his throbbing cock.A panting gasp was ripped from him the moment her mouth closed around the head of his cock. His back arched and his wrists fought against the hold that he'd all but forgot about. He couldn't look away from her though, not as he felt her suck gently on the swollen head of his cock. Her tongue was not to be outdone though, lapping against the soft flesh and swirling over the tip and around the pronounced ridge separating the head from the shaft. Every touch of her tongue was like heaven, and an endless stream of gasps and panting moans were pulled from him.

As great as the entire experience was, Zeke was surprised again when she suddenly lowered her lips down. He almost couldn't believe what was happening, his eyes fading to half-mast before darting open once more. When they opened again, she had the full of his cock in her mouth. He was still fighting against her hold on his wrists when suddenly one of them was free. He watched as she started to bob on his achingly hard and pulsing cock, stroking it with her free hand as she did so. His hand leapt instinctively to her hair, not to pull or force her motions in any way, but to participate in some minute way.

It seemed impossible to Zeke for a woman to be in control when she was pleasuring a man like this, getting nothing for herself, but he couldn't help but marvel at her. Everything she did was deliberate and had the same goal. She was playing him like a maestro played an instrument, and his body was her instrument. She milked every response from him, and it was taking every ounce of his self-control not to thrust his hips upwards, lest he anger her and make her stop.

 

[Kaena]

Every gasp and groan she pulled from his lips only served to spur her onward. She loved the response he was having to her mouth on his body. When she moved to his nipple she felt his hand move from her back to tangle in her hair. She paused for a brief second, expecting him to try to hold her in place, but relaxed when she realized he simply was resting his hand there.

She couldn't help but grin at the surprised look on his face as she lowered her head to his cock. She knew it was the last thing he expected from her, considering his position in relation to her. Though she knew many would not agree with her, she did not feel that pleasuring a slave with her mouth was beneath her. Contrary to popular belief, she enjoyed making a man moan and squirm beneath her mouth and felt it gave her the ultimate control over his body. She merely had to pull her mouth off his cock to stop and make him beg her to continue.

She felt his hand in her hair as soon as she released his wrist and once again she tensed, expecting him to try to control her actions. Instead he once again just rested his hand there, his body trembling beneath her mouth. She knew he was resisting the urge to thrust up into her mouth and it made her smile against his cock. She had him right where she wanted him. She continued to suck and stroke for a few more minutes until she was sure he was right on the edge, then she pulled her mouth off him and looked up at him a grin.

Licking her lips she slowly kissed back up his body, moving to straddle his waist, her wet pussy pressing his hard cock and trapping it between their bodies. She leaned down and captured his lips with her own, kissing him passionately as she ground against him, using her body to tease him. Grabbing his hands she pinned them above his head and smiled at him before shifting her hips to allow his cock to rest at the entrance of her sex. Slowly she slid down onto his cock, taking him deep inside her with a deep moan.

Her lips found his again as she started to ride him, silently wondering how long he would last now that he was inside her.. She also was curious to see if he would beg her to come, or completely forget that was one thing she had required of him before.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Zeke was almost in a trance as he watched the woman suck and stroke his throbbing cock. He couldn't look away, even if he wanted to, and he only blinked when he absolutely had to, not wanting to miss a second of what was likely to be a very rare treat. His self-control was hanging on a thread, barely contained as both of his hands slowly balled into fists. His hand in her hair desperately wanted to move her this way or that, to fuck her mouth as he would her cunt, and he honestly didn't know how he managed to resist that urge.

Being aware of the passage of time was beyond Zeke in that moment. Every bit of him was all-consumed with the mouth bobbing on his cock, the hand that stroked it, and the deep blue eyes that almost seemed to see into his soul. A sharp and uninhibited gasp slipped from him when she pulled her mouth off of his cock. His hand slipped from her hair, almost seeming to have forgotten that it was fisted just a moment ago. Even his hips finally found their muscles and thrusted upwards, trying to regain the warm, soft, and determined mouth that had felt so damn good.

Even when she wasn't bobbing on his cock, Zeke found it impossible to look away. He let out tiny gasps and sighs as she kissed her way up his stomach and chest, only stopping when she was straddling his hips once more. He could feel the heat radiating off of her cunt even before she pressed it against his cock and trapped it between their bodies. The feel of her grinding her sopping wet cunt up and down his trapped cock continued to pull a steady stream of moans and gasps that were likely audible, despite the kiss that tried to stifle them.

When the woman pulled her lips from Zeke's, only to meet his gaze as she grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, he couldn't help but marvel at her beauty once more. The softer side of her had been an enjoyable and unexpected surprise, but it didn't compare to how naturally beautiful and perfect she looked when she was on top and in control. Every bit of her just oozed confidence as she shamelessly did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted because she wanted. He held her gaze as she seemed to take great joy in studying him as he felt her hips shift again. He knew what was going to happen moments before it did happen, and his entire body quaked beneath her as she slowly impaled herself on his cock.

The woman was not so immune to what was going on, as evidenced by the moan that slipped from her lips before they dipped down to capture his once more. He subconsciously pulled against her hold on his wrists, once again wanting to fully and properly participate.

Zeke had but two choices as far as being able to participate, his lips and his hips. and it was in fact only because of the first that he could resist the urge to use the second. He knew from her hold on his wrists that she wanted the control, but he was still all too happy to turn his head this way or that, deepening the kiss in any way he could as his tongue battled hers for control.

Pure bliss was the only way to describe the experience Zeke found himself in, only to be interrupted by a tingling feeling low in his stomach. He would have cursed if he was able to, but it was hard enough to breathe around the passionate flurry of kisses assaulting him, let alone talk. He fought the sensation boiling inside him as long as he could, even as it drifted down to the throbbing cock she was riding. He tensed every muscle in his body, trying to resist it, even knowing the futility of it.

Only with a herculean effort was Zeke able to pull his lips away from the woman's. He knew she'd try to reclaim the kiss, so he dipped to the side, pressing his lips against her collarbone. "Can I cum?" He asked in a breathy whisper before pressing his lips against her skin again. "Please can I cum?" His body trembled and quaked beneath hers, desperately aching for release as she continued at her slow but relentless pace. He had no idea how long he would last if she denied him, or what she would do if he did cum without permission.

 

[Kaena]

It was if they were one, their bodies joined as they rode the waves of passion. Kearra could feel every pulse and thrust of his cock deep inside her, her own body flushed with her arousal as her impending orgasm rose within her. Her tongue battled his as she rode him, her wet pussy gliding up and down his cock, her hands still pinning him to the bed beneath her in the last modicum of control that she had on the situation. She could feel him fighting her hold on his wrists which only spurred her to tighten her grip.

She rode his cock with an unbridled passion that she had never felt before. All the days tension and stress was released in the carnal coupling of their bodies. Her breath deepened as she neared the peak and she slowed down wanting to savor the moment. She could feel his body tensing beneath her and she knew he had to be close himself. Still she kept her lips on his, curious to see what he would do once he couldn't hold back any longer.

She didn't have to wait long for her answer. He twisted away from her lips, causing her to gasp in protest. His lips on her collar bone caused a shiver to run down her spine, which was amplified by his pleading tone in his voice as he asked to be allowed to cum. She leaned down to kiss along his neck and suck lightly at the tender spot at the base of his throat. She didn't answer him at his first request, wanting to drag the moment out until she heard the desperation in his voice.

"Please can I cum?" It was like music to her ears. His voice trembled just enough for her to know he was nearing the point of no return. If she were to deny him now, there was no guarantee he would be able to obey her, even if he wanted to. As much as she wanted to hear him beg her more, after the day's events, she didn't think he deserved to be forced to that point. There would be other chances for her to make him squirm and beg her, but, tonight was just not that night.

Her lips traveled up his neck as she started to ride him faster, her own moans signalling her impending release. “Cum for me,” her voice was husky with her arousal as she whispered in his ear. As soon as the words fell from her mouth she felt the pressure start to build between her legs. The sounds of their bodies colliding together echoed through the room as she sped up, her pussy devouring his cock with each thrust. With a cry she came, her body spasming above him, her juices flowing down over his cock and balls to drip down onto the satin sheets beneath him. She continued to ride him until she was finished and then collapsed against him, her body shaking as she fought to catch her breath.

She could feel his cock still buried deep inside her as she lay against his chest listening to his beating heart. She assumed he had come with her, but she wasn't sure and didn't want to slide off him until she was sure. She lay against him, waiting for him to say something, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.