Axina
Axina slowly and methodically lapped at her Liege Lady's labia. This was a job Axina normally enjoyed - loved, even. But right now she was just so tired.
The day had been a sexual roller coaster. In the morning she had fought in the melee-orgy, defeating and humiliating Shula, a Countess loyal to house Bilzata, and forcing six others to pleasure her before the contest had ended. After that, she had attended the Queen and was forced to suck the dicks of the royal studs for Her Royal Bustiness's entertainment. They had finished by dumping their loads all over her face and breasts. She had gone from glorious sexual victory to humiliating sexual defeat, experiencing the entire spectrum of domination and submission in a single day, and she loved every minute. Even, she was ashamed to admit, the cocksucking.
Now, the Queen and Matrona were watching the tournament, while Axina knelt between her Liege Lady's knees and did the duty of a vassal. Matrona's hands tightened in her hair as her juices gushed into Axina's mouth. "Oooh yes," The motherly woman panted as she came. "Thank you, Axina. Now come, sit on my lap. 2342 is about to fight."
Tired as she was, Axina's interest was instantly peeked. She crawled up and sat on Matrona's thighs. It was hard not to feel like a child on her mother's lap with Matrona's enormous Bosom pressed against her back. Down in the arena, a pair of common female referees were dragging the limp body of a male from the sand. Another male strode away, brandishing his club while the crowd cheered. Many of the Ladies of Bosom in the crowd pulled down the bodices of their dresses to shake their breasts at the victorious male, and a few even turned around and bent over, hiking up their skirts to flash their bare asses and pussies at him. At most times, such vulgar behavior could get one arrested, but the Festival of Motherhood was a time for vulgarity.
The next fight was to begin immediately. 2342 walked onto the sand with a confident stride. There was a time when Axina could barely tell males apart, but now she recognized him instantly, even from this distance. His opponent followed him out, taking a position opposite 2342 on the sands of the arena. He had striking dark skin, black as the space between the stars at midnight.
"One of Rotula's," the Queen said absently. "She brought him all the way up from the southern desert. 7891, I think his number was."
Both males were armed with crude wooden clubs and wore only loincloths as they squared off, waiting for the match to begin. They didn't have long to wait, for the referee quickly raised her hand and whistled shrilly, officially beginning the fight.
Axina waited with baited breath as 2342 and the dark-skinned male circled each other, looking for weaknesses. She was ashamed to admit she was afraid, which meant that she cared. She never thought that she would become attached to a male. Matrona seemed to sense her apprehension, for she stroked Axina's hair and cooed in her ear. "Don't worry girl. This untrained desert savage is no match for my 2342. Just watch. He'll be fine."
Matrona was right, of course. When the two exchanged blows, 2342 drove the dark-skinned male back. Axina winced as he landed a glancing blow on 2342's side, but 2342 retaliated with a decisive blow across the face. And then another. And then a savage, double-handed blow to his foe's head. The desert male fell to the ground, blood gushing from his head wounds. It was absolutely brutal. The violence... the aggression... it was HOT. Axina felt her sore, over-used pussy begin to moisten once again.
The Queen gasped as the combination of the carnage and the tongue of her royal stud brought her to orgasm. "Ohhhh, yeah. Rona, you bring the best gladiators. Hell, you BREED the best gladiators. We should just keep you pregnant your whole life, so you can churn out more and more of these brutal studs you call sons!"
Matrona looked uncomfortable, as if she wasn't sure if the Queen were serious.
2342 walked off the sand as the crowd cheered and flashed him. He did not raise his arms and shout in victory. In fact, he looked... shaken.
"That boy doesn't like to kill," Matrona whispered. "I shall have to console him later. Still, there is a chance that his opponent might survive his wounds."
"Aren't battles to the death?" asked Axina.
"Not always," the Queen responded. "The first to lose consciousness loses the match. He may wake up again, or not. It matters not, so long as we see one male violently and decisively triumph over another."
Once the sand was once again clear, two more males walked into the arena. The first one was a big one, head and shoulders taller than 2342. "That's 4147, the strongest in Bilzata's stable," said Matrona.
Axina felt her jaw drop when she saw the other male. She wasn't even sure he was human. He almost looked like a monster. Standing at well over seven feet, with arms and legs as big around as tree trunks and a mane of tangled brown hair, this one was a portrait of savagery, a nightmare to frighten children. "That," Matrona purred, "is my firstborn, male 1111. The greatest male in the kingdom."
4147 looked intimidated. His instincts proved correct, for scarcely a second had passed after the referee signaled the beginning of the match before it was over. 1111 smashed his club into the top of 4147's skull, caving it in instantly.
"That one's not going to survive," the Queen laughed as the commoners dragged 4147's corpse from the arena. Many of the spectators eagerly flashed the victorious 1111 as he strode from the center of the arena. He paused, then faced the stands and casually pulled aside his loincloth. From her angle, Axina could not see 1111's malehood, but she could hardly miss the reaction that occurred in that half of the stands. The spectators went berserk, tearing off their clothes and publicly masturbating. Orgies of three to four ladies began to form within seconds, merging and growing until one entire half of the stadium was engulfed in a massive sapphic fuckfest, all sparked by the mere sight of one single gladiator cock.
"Good Goddess," Axina breathed.
"1111 tends to have that effect on people," Matrona chuckled. "Of course, few of them would ever dare to actually lay with him. Not all those who dare survive."
It was nearly half an hour before the orgy played out. Horny as they were, the spectators were all eager to see the final round. Personally, Axina was dreading it.
"So, here we are at the final round," mused the Queen, "and both the finalists are yours. Again. Will there ever be a stable in the capital that can compete with Matrona Maternia's?"
"I doubt it," said Matrona smugly. "The others don't know how to properly treat their males."
1111 and 2342 walked back onto the sand to the roar of the crowd. They squared off against each other, awaiting the command to begin.
"He has no chance!" Axina blubbered, almost in tears. "It isn't FAIR! Make them stop, he'll die, he'll DIE!"
Matrona stroked her hair. "Shhh. Shhhh, girl. Just watch what happens."
The referee signaled for the match to begin. 2342 dropped his club and walked toward 1111, hands at his sides. 1111 raised his club, and, with a flick of the wrist, brought it down on 2342's head. 2342 crumpled to the ground. "No..." Axina croaked.
"Relax," Matrona assured. "1111 is actually rather fond of his brother. 2342 will awake later, with a splitting headache."
"What a boring ending," the Queen grunted morosely.
"Oh don't worry, Anabeth," Matrona said mischievously. "The night's entertainment has just begun."
The crowd seemed to agree with the Queen. They booed as 1111 strutted around the edge of the arena floor. He spat at them, an action that would normally get a male killed as a matter of course.
"Now comes the fun part," Matrona cooed.
A set of doors opened in the side of the arena. Out strode Duchess Zena Bilzata in a fine purple dress trimmed in orange, cut low to show off her enormous Bosom. She walked to 1111, swaying her hips seductively. With a sensual smile she reached behind her, undoing her garment's only button. The dress fell to the dirt, leaving her completely nude before the victorious brute.
"Male," she said, using Feminine Power to amplify her voice so that it carried through the stands, "you have been deemed worthy. Among the other males here today you have triumphed. I shall reward you by relieving you of your seed. I shall use it to create beautiful offspring. Lie down so I can mount you."
1111 complied, laying on his back. Bilzata straddled him, pulling aside his tented loincloth to reveal his unbelievably large, erect malehood. Axina gaped. It must have been more than a foot long! Bilzata positioned it at her entrance but was obviously reluctant to sink down onto it's gargantuan girth. Unfortunately for her, she never got the chance.
1111 sprang into action, flipping Bilzata face down into the sand and rolling on top of her. She barely had time to react. "What the?" 1111 pushed his meat club between her asscheeks. "Oh no. No. NooooooaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!" she shrieked in pain as the brutish male crammed his foot long cock into her backdoor.
"Oh dear," said the Queen. "It seems dear 1111 has 'mistakenly' used the wrong hole!"
Matrona laughed. "HA! And who can blame him? Bilzata is a complete cunt after all. It's only natural that he would have trouble finding a cunt's cunt!"
The crowd was deathly silent for a few moments, then erupted in roars of laughter and shouts of encouragement. Soon the stands once again broke into orgy as Bilzata screamed, moaned, and sobbed as she was brutally sodomized into the sand.
Axina slipped her hand down to her own pussy, but her Liege Lady intercepted her arm. "Let, me, Dear," She whispered huskily into Axina's ear. She slipped her fingers into Axina's folds, seeking the sweet spot on the top of her inner walls, her other hand squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Axina groaned, her body seeming to melt under Matrona's skilled hands, all while watching the terrifyingly arousing scene of sodomy on the arena floor.
Finally, male 1111 tore himself free from Bilzata's ass, leaving it gaping wide, and plunged himself to the hilt in her pussy, spurting his copious load into the woman's womb. He stood, leaving the humiliated Duchess limp on the ground, cum oozing from her fertilized cunt.
Axina cried out as the sight combined with Matrona's fingers drove her to orgasm, gushing all over her Liege's hand. Of all the orgasms Axina had experienced that day, she decided this one was the best.
"Thank you, Mother," she panted.
"You're most welcome, Dear," Matrona cooed. "Now go home and get some rest." She slapped Axina's bottom. "Tomorrow, you will have to start that task I told you about this morning."
"Yes, My Lady," Axina said. She was sure to gyrate her hips as she walked away.
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Burk
Burk folded his arms. "Are you certain this is the right place?" He asked Mirah as he observed the rather small walled enclosure. The walls were made from sharpened wooden stakes rather than stone, and in both height and circumference, the fortification was unimpressive.
"Yes, your Majesty. This castle is the dwelling of Shina Tuo."
"Shina Tuo," said Xencina. "A minor country Lady with so little Bosom that her neighbors seldom even bother attacking."
"Wrong," said Mirah. "She's secretly the High Worshiper of the Phallic Cult."
