The roar of the crowd is deafening, cheering for the spectacle as their eyes eagerly watch every swift movement of the sword. Then, a sudden silence. A singular sound of a sharp blade slicing the chest of a man is heard. And the crowd erupts, the sounds of their cheer arising like a storm as it sweeps this arena like a tidal wave. And there he was, Ashir Jagirani, the victor. Once a prisoner of war, now he was a gladiator. He stood in the centre of the Colosseum, the crowd chanting his name as he basked in the glory. It had been too long since he last felt this as he was imprisoned and kept as a prisoner for years now. But now, his time had come. He had won and he had the possibility of being given his freedom.
He lifted his sword and took in this moment, the moment that belonged to him and no other. He smiled valiantly, his body covered with the streaks of blood of his enemies as they laid on the ground, pale with their heart beating no more. He walked towards the royal stage, every step of his making a ripple as the crowd cheered him on. He was their champion and they loved him. His arms were bleeding from the multiple cuts that his opponents had gifted him with, but pain or the sight of blood never stopped Ashir.
The King and the Queen looked on from the stage, royally decorated and arranged with every sort of delicacy for the royalty to enjoy along with the spectacle of men fighting each other to death. The King was a fat, angry man who had lost one of his legs heroically in one of the battles. The army had won every battle where the King accompanied and joined them in battle, he was quite the warrior himself. And hence, he had the utmost respect for a fellow warrior like Ashir.
The King stood up with the help of a servant, applauding to acknowledge the warrior's valour. "You have fought bravely, warrior. No matter how many times you fight, you refuse to die. I am impressed!" He said with a nod. The Queen stood next to him, joining him in showering the gladiator with applause. The Queen was a mysterious woman, she didn't talk a lot. She barely stepped out of the castle unless it was required of her. She was thought to be the most beautiful woman in all of the kingdoms known to men.
Her beauty turned eyes wherever she went, making her glow like a beacon of beauty in the sunlight and moonlight alike. Men would stare at her beauty in wonder, their minds wandering as they run fantasies after another, the only possible way they could get even close to her. She often covered her face with a veil to restrict the distraction of men, but her beauty was on full display today for the festival. The entire arena had the rare opportunity to see their gorgeous Queen, possibly the only time they could ever see her like this.
Soon, the royalty left and the warriors had a drink next to the bonfire with the bodies of the dead fuelling that fire. The festivities continued as the warriors could drink and celebrate like normal men now, wondering if any of them would be granted freedom this time, at least. Then, out of the crowd of the men comes a chariot, well decorated and a royal chariot by the looks of it. Ashir is ushered towards the chariot and he steps into it with a sense of reluctance and foreboding. But it wasn't like he had a choice.
Hence, he took a seat and the chariot rode off through the crowded city where the festivities were in full swing. As he looked around, he noticed there was a woman in the chariot with him. She was dressed in red, and so were her lips. She sat and looked at him, her eyes moving up and down his blood-stained body as she sat back. "The Queen has shown you mercy," She finally decided to speak up. "She saw you fight today and was impressed. She wishes to offer you a chance at freedom. The chariot will drop you at the castle gates where you shall have two choices. One is to disguise yourself as a palace guard and escape. You will forever be a fugitive as the King doesn't know about this, and you will be killed the moment anyone from the army finds you. The queen cannot guarantee your safety." There was a long and uncomfortable pause. "What is the other option?" Ashir asked as he hoped it would be something a little less dangerous than this.
"The Queen has a chamber beneath the temple in the castle. It is directly connected to her tower, unbeknownst to the King. Your other option is to remain a prisoner... but in here. You will be fed and taken care of better than the prison. But you ought to serve the Queen whenever she pleases." Ashir's mind wanders, wondering what the Queen could possibly want from him that no one else could provide. He thought about it, thinking harder than he ever has as this decision could perhaps be the most important one in his life so far.
"What if the King finds out?" he asked, his face drenching from sweat even with the cool breeze of the night caressing his muscular self. "Well, then you shall be killed in the most brutal way you could possibly imagine," she said coldly. "I can't take that risk-" before he could even finish the sentence, she interrupted him. "The Queen is worth it," she said in a rather mysterious tone, her voice almost dwindling down to a whisper. "But as a slave, that's not the question you should be asking. The right question is, can you satisfy the Queen?"
He nodded with utter confusion, just wanting to stay alive and well-fed in spite of his warrior instincts making him want to live a glorious life. He had been through a lot and if being the Queen's slave was the best way to guarantee his safety, then so be it. He chose to be her slave and the mysterious woman gestured to the driver to drive towards the castle. Throughout the ride, his mind wandered and wondered at the possibilities of what awaited him at the castle. Was it all a ploy? Or was he really going to be serving the Queen? Only time can tell.
Finally, the chariot comes to a screeching halt with a jerk. He held to the sides to balance himself, but one of his hands slipped and grabbed the thigh of this gorgeous woman next to him. She smirked and felt the strong grip of his warrior hands and she chuckled. "The Queen did pick the right man..." she muttered before they got off and walked into a garden. Underneath what seemed like a bunch of insignificant undergrowth, there was the entrance to a tunnel. She raised her hand and the chariot driver moved the stone slab that covered it.
"All the best, warrior. You're not the first one to go in. Hopefully, you will be the last one and we won't need to find a replacement..." she whispered with a hopeful tone and showed him the way down the tunnel. He nodded a subtle thanks and stepped down into the entrance. There was a ladder that he held onto tightly as he climbed down, his eyes looking around and gathering as much information as he could about his surroundings. That was his disposition as he always expected the worst, hence always looking for an escape plan.
His wandering eyes noticed a few cauldrons here and there, a few herbs lying on the ground, and what seemed like a small fire that was recently put out. His nostrils caught a rather strong smell, something that did not seem very... natural. He was walking on his toes, silently, ready to fight anyone who could pose a threat to his safety now. But his keen eyes fell on the exact opposite of a threat, a treat to his sore eyes as the silhouette of a woman stood before him. Her curvaceous body made quite the impression on him.
As the torch flickered, the shadows seemed to move almost like they had a soul of their own, the sounds of the fire crackling echoing through this dungeon. He wasn't fazed by it, but he was definitely ready for anything that was about to come his way. Or that's what he thought until he saw the woman turn around. Her beauty caught him off guard, the dungeon adding its own mystery to her beauty as she seemed to look up and down at the warrior, almost as if analysing his worth. It was none other than the Queen herself.
He gasped softly and she smirked, moving closer and running her fingers over his scar-covered torso, feeling and caressing his chiselled physique. She felt the hardness of his body, his muscles being pumped with blood as he had expected a fight in the dungeon. Seeing the stunning Queen herself was what he expected at the very least. His mind ran at a speed his body could only wish it did. He wondered about the possibilities of what could be when it came to an immediate halt with the voice of the Queen.
"Quite the man, aren't you? Choosing to be a slave for a woman when you could've been a free man out in the world out there..." she whispered in her almost sultry tone, making even the most steadfast warrior weak in his knees. "I needed something new in my life, something interesting." he responded, his eyes fixed on her gorgeous body as he took it all in. She smelled so royal; her clothes being scented with quite the exotic flowers to keep her smelling fresh.
She moved away from him for a bit, her hand trying to choose a potion from an array of bottles filled with various coloured potions. She finally found the one, taking it with her as she moved back towards him. Her gentle touch caressed his rough face, almost making him open his mouth as if by mind-control as her beauty and charm took him over completely. The potion was poured into his mouth, every action of her seemingly graceful and beautiful to witness.
She heard the gulp of the warrior as he finally swallowed it, her smile growing as she waited for the effects to take place. She had a cunning smile as she walked around him, like a predator circling and rounding up its prey. She noticed his well-built muscles and hoped he would be able to finally make this potion work. She hoped that he would be the one to make it alive when so many faltered and dropped dead in less than a minute from the potent potion. But here he was, standing strong and his body slowly going through changes.
His pants slowly seemed to tighten, but he wasn't growing in size. Or that's what it seemed like until he looked down to see his cock slowly increase in size, growing under his pants every second as the potion began to take effect. With his pants becoming uncomfortable, he squirmed in confusion and discomfort as he looked up at the Queen. She smirked and looked back into his eyes before her sight glided down to his enlarged organ, her hands moving towards it like it was almost attracting her towards itself.
