Alara rose on shaky legs, pushing her body forward as her mind swam with what she was discovering about herself. She grabbed her staff and glanced forlornly at the tatters that had been her robes. Hopefully the next chamber was warm.
'A slut like you should be on display.' The thought came to her unbidden and sent a shiver down her spine. Shaking her head, she pressed forward. Pushing open the large door into the next chamber, Alara found herself walking into a vast desert. The sun hung high in the sky, but the air was only comfortably warm. The sand was soft and warm as her toes sunk in with each step. A colosseum in the distance was the only landmark, so it became her destination.
As she drew nearer to the looming building, she heard the clash of steel ringing through the air. Something was fighting in the arena, maybe she wouldn't have to face the guardian this time. She thought of how easily she had been overpowered by the previous two guardians and a pang of disappointment came at the thought of being deprived another round. The labyrinth was changing her.
Reaching the entrance to the great colosseum, Alara hesitated. Staff gripped tight, magic for a shield ready, she stepped inside. Immediately she was struck by the emptiness. The arena was ringed in a stadium of seating, but all stood empty. High opposite the entrance sat a raised platform, lavishly decorated for guests of honor to watch the games, but there was no one.
In the center was the arena itself; covered in the desert's soft sand, the arena was massive, and in the middle was the source of the ringing sounds of combat. Two beings stood opposite one another, towering in the field as they readied for another clash. On the wall behind them was the glowing arcane seal, the last doorway of the labyrinth.
On the right the guardian had the form of a man. Clad in golden armor that shone like the light of dawn, his skin seemed to flicker the reds and oranges of a bed of hot coals. Short blonde hair danced upon his head despite the lack of breeze. In his hands was a massive bronze sword, glowing white hot, its tip resting in the sand even as his hands tightened on the grip. Alara couldn't help but think of those strong hands wrapped around her neck, and the thought made her knees weak.
Across from him stood a woman. Matching his towering height, she was his opposite in every way. Her armor gleamed like frost covered silver, the skin beneath shining through like pale moonlight on a chilled night. In one hand was a massive round shield, pocked like the face of the moon, covered in a layer of glistening rime. Her other hand gripped a curved crescent blade, snow dancing lightly in the air of its wake. Long white hair hung in a ponytail, glinting in the sun like freshly fallen snow.
Without warning there was a flash of movement. The fire elemental rushed in, great sword swinging in a high arc, air warping in the path of its heat. The ice elemental twisted with a grace unfit for a being of her size, catching the heavy blow on the edge of her shield and sending it glancing into the sand. The ground shook with the force of the blow and steam hissed as the white hot edge scraped across the super chilled rime. Her crescent sword shot out from behind the shield, but the wide burning blade came up to intercept. The arena rang as the two blades clashed, and as quickly as it started the two were once again spread, facing each other.
Alara watched this repeat a handful of times. The guardians hadn't noticed her alone in the stands, their attention focused on the other. Again and again one would launch a quick flurry of attacks before backing off. Her speed unable to damage the wall of armor before her. His strength unable to land a solid blow on her swift form. Alara watched the two, perfectly matched, their combat almost seeming a well-rehearsed dance.
Thinking to her time in the woods, Alara had an idea. Making herself comfortable on a seat, She let a hand drift towards her hardening nipple to pinch and pull and set her fantasies in motion. Strong warm hands grasping her throat. Cool powerful thighs trapping her head between them. Her fantasies spiraled as she watched the beautiful fight in front of her. Her hand moved lower, lightly circling her clit as her pleasure rose.
