Note: I have read and reread my fist submission, and I believe that this a much better attempt. Reading the first part will explain some minor parts of the story, but this can also be read by itself and still make sense.
Again, comments and feedback are welcome, enjoy!
Ryan awoke to a frantic pounding on his door. He brought his fists to his face to rub the sleep from his eyes. Slowly he opened them, but was quick to reverse his action when sunlight streaming through his bedroom window caused them to burn.
"Ryan! You need to get up!" Came a muffled cry from behind his closed door.
"What's the sound?" A sleepy female voice from beside him asked.
Ryan looked in the direction of the voice and found a naked woman with long, brown hair laying on her stomach next to him. He looked down at himself and found that he too was naked.
What happened last night? was Ryan's first thought. Clearly he had sex with this naked woman, but he remembered neither meeting her nor taking her home, and certainly not what they did when they got there.
"That's it I'm coming in!" The muffled voiced warned, and the door burst open. "Oh for God's sake Ryan, didn't you get enough at the games"
Apparently Shamus had noticed the naked girl still shaking sleep lying beside Ryan.
"Good morning, Shamus" he said smiling sleepily.
"Ryan, you need to get up and get to the square, NOW" Shamus said, "or you'll miss your chance to sign up for a job and be shipped to the borders"
Instantly Ryan was out of bed and searching frantically around for a pair of robes. He had totally forgotten about the registration sometime during the previous night's festivities. Finding a pair of decently clean robes, he threw them on and headed for the door, but remembered his guest before he left and spun around to apologize/ say goodbye.
The girl was sitting up and her breasts were in full view. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and Ryan thanked whatever god was listening that she was not drunken mistake.
"Um, sorry I have to dash, I'm very late" Ryan apologized, "Shamus here will take care of you, sorry if I did anything stupid last night, I was uh clearly very drunk."
The girl smiled, "Not at all, I decided you were descent enough after my fourth orgasm."
Ryan let out a low whistle and shook his head in disappointment that he had been so drunk that he had forgotten what was, undoubtedly, mind-blowing sex. With a grateful glance at Shamus, Ryan ran out the door and down the stairs of his family home.
He had inherited the house from his father, who had made a descent living as a tax collector for the king. It was a deplorable profession in Ryan's opinion, and when his father had passed away he decided to keep the house but give most of the money he inherited back to the people it was taken from.
Ryan's father had never supported hiss training in magic, but allowed him to continue after seeing how his success made his mother proud. Being a magician herself, Ryan's mother wanted her son to grow up to follow in her footsteps. All his father wanted was for him to be a tax collector like himself, but Ryan would have none of it. He had a knack for the magical arts starting at a young age, and he made an impression on his instructors, often quickly mastering skills far beyond his years. This aptitude would have accelerated him through the ranks and he could have completed his training years early if he hadn't been so reckless with his power.
Always anxious to try new spells, Ryan would often attempt something still beyond his ability and on more than one occasion had seriously injured his fellow magicians-in-training. It was this carelessness that prevented him from advancing too quickly, and soon enough his peers caught up to him and his talents were lost in the crowd.
Secretly, Ryan continued to practice spells well beyond his years, and he had revealed his true powers in the arena, proving to himself and, he hoped, others that he was an extremely powerful magician and would make a fine gladiator.
Running fast, Ryan headed to the city square and prayed that he was not too late. He knew the streets of the city by heart having grown up there and he wove through them with skill, his robes billowing around him. Finally he reached his destination out of breath and saw to his joy that there were still a few people registering. Tables were set up all through the square and around the giant fountain with signs that advertised different kinds of jobs. Glancing around, he found the table that sported a sign reading
"Glory, Honor, The Arena: Become a Gladiator...If You've Got What it Takes"
Smiling, Ryan walked up to the table and pressed his finger to the paper he found with a small list of names, causing his signature to appear where his finger had landed. Satisfied, he looked up at the person sitting at the table and was shocked at what he saw.
Before him sat the most magnificent woman he had ever seen. Her eyes matched the color of Ryan's, deep blue, and they shone at him from under heavy lashes. She had dirty-blond hair that hung low and strait over her small breasts that were accented by the garment she wore. Instead of the customary robes, the woman had on a top that only barely covered her breasts. It was black and strapless, held together by a gold, circular clasp in the front. It was more bra then shirt, and even less bra then most.
Her taught tan stomach was bare save a silver chain that was wrapped around her waist. Hanging from it was what looked like an obsidian pendent in the shape of a dragon. Ryan could see no more of her while she sat at the table, but what he saw made his cock twitch.
"I recognize you from the games."
The sound of her voice brought Ryan back to reality. He chastised himself for staring, and gave the woman what he hoped was a friendly smile.
"Really, how was I?" Ryan asked, finding himself hopeful she approved of his spectacle.
"While it certainly was no gladiator contest, it was interesting. It certainly made my heart pound." The woman winked at Ryan, and he found himself blushing slightly and he was surprised by his reaction.
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the, eh, show," Ryan said, "I'm Ryan Mortalitus by the way."
Still smiling at the woman, Ryan stretched his hand out for the girl to take. She returned the gesture, surprising Ryan with her firm handshake which contrasted her small, soft hands.
"My name is Isabella, but everyone calls me Izzy," She offered, "and I'm the head trainer of the gladiators."
This news shocked Ryan, he would never suspect such a gorgeous woman to be the trainer of rough and tough gladiators. Clearly his surprise showed, and Izzy laughed warmly.
"Surprising, I know, but don't let my appearances fool you, I'm a hard taskmaster." Again she winked at Ryan.
Is she flirting with me? Ryan thought, but quickly dismissed it. He would never dream of sleeping with his soon to be drill instructor. It was silly, and there were plenty of other willing women who did not carry the same taboo as Izzy did. Still, the thought of bringing Izzy to blissful release caused Ryan's cock to stiffen a little.
