I looked down at Bongani and how he was tying my bracers on. They were tight and didn’t budge which was great. The long heavy leather skirt and leather plates that had haphazardly been strapped into place around my chest to accommodate for my tits made it almost too uncomfortable to take a deep breath. He knelt and doublechecked the shin covering armor.
“You placed the bet on my victory?” I asked as he finished double checking everything. He placed hands on my hips and rested his cheek against the bulge of my cock. Rubbing his cheek on me he nodded. “You want to serve me after I’m all sweaty, don’t you.”
Nodding he moaned, “I p-p-placed the b-bet. You s-s-smell so g-g-good.”
I grabbed him by the back of his head and hauled him to his feet. His eyes fluttered at the rough treatment as I sealed my lips over his. I was filled with adrenaline and lust as I shoved my tongue in his mouth and claimed him like the property he was. “I’m gonna make you choke. You want that you little bitch,” I whispered.
Shivering Bongani rubbed our crotches together. With my hand in his hair he couldn’t nod, “Use m-m-me. I’m y-y-yours.”
I bit his ear harshly, just shy of breaking skin as he whimpered and shook with anticipation. “Then you’re gonna watch me stuff myself full of food with this money. I’m gonna give you more scraps than ever before. Thank me for spoiling you.”
“Y-y-yes. Thank you m-m-mistress,” He squirmed ready right now for me to fuck his brains out. I could smell his thick arousal in the air mixing with the stale sweat. I licked his face in one long swipe tasting his skin and the salty tang of his sweat. It was oppressively hot in this room.
The screaming of the crowd thrummed through the air and the clash of wooden weapons rang out through the walls. I let go of my male and turned him away from me smacking his ass hard enough to leave a print of my hand on it. “Cheer me on, I better hear your voice.”
I watched my male leave the room before I pulled on the helmet I had been given. It smooshed my ears down uncomfortably. It also stank of fear and sweat, soaked into the leather it was made out of. Tightening the strap to keep it in place I grabbed the shield and club I would be using.
Closing my eyes I spent some experience and looked at what I had.
Name: Aphelele Ade
Paladin of Pleasure and Love
Statistics
Strength: 24
Agility: 22
Toughness: 20
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 12
Charisma: 16
Mana: 30/30
Skills:
Spearmanship lvl 3 (0/15xp)
Shield Usage lvl 5 (0/25xp) +2 Levels
Tracking lvl 1 (0/5xp)
Lovemaking lvl 3 (0/15xp)
Unarmed Combat lvl 3 (0/15xp)
Blunt Weapons lvl 3 (0/15xp) +3 Levels
Spells:
Healing Light lvl 3 (0/15xp)
Inspect lvl 2 (0/10xp) +1 Level
Binding Roots lvl 3 (0/15xp)
Flood with Sensations lvl 3 (0/15xp)
Feats:
Aura of Pleasure
Instinct for Pleasure
Gift of Pleasurable Tongues
Pheromone Control
Pretzel Grip
Breaker of Bones
Disfavor of Hathor -50% experience gain
Rolling my shoulders I looked on as the previous fighter that came from my side was dragged in by the slaves that worked for him. They were thin, malnourished, and pitiful. At least they weren’t women being shoved in something that wasn’t their place.
The crocodilekin had thick scales, a lot of them around his head were knocked off by some powerful blow. His elongated feral face made me surprised he was able to be civil enough to live in a place like this. He wore no armor, having relied on his thick outer scales to protect him foolishly.
A gruff looking man, with small ridged horns and a thin build stepped into the room. “You’re up next. What do you want me to introduce you as?”
“Aphelele, and whatever else will make me sound fearsome.” I bounced on the balls of my feet to loosen up. All the weight on my body from the armor and clothes made me feel sluggish. The shield was thicker than what I was used to and instead of the tall oval that it should be it was shorter and thicker. The club was lighter than the one I had been hunting with as well.
My heart was beating with excitement as the sounds of the crowd became louder. Being watched while I was fighting wasn’t anything new, it still made my blood race. I followed the man out and was thrusting my chest out with pride.
The man raised a horn to his head, it was hollow and wide. “People of Kusbemhat, you’re here for our first bouts! After witnessing the battle between Relgin the Scaled Beast and Berukha the Dancing Dervish your blood must be pumping!”
The crowd howled and the cries of them shook the air around me. I could feel the energy of a hundred people filling the air with excitement. My nose could smell stale food, sweat, and a smattering of blood. I was ready, I would conquer this opponent. I would show them the power I had.
“Here for her first bout is Aphelele the Savage!” The man waved to me and though I had a bad taste in my mouth to be branded as such I raised my hands and waved at the crown to a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. “Her opponent, a local guard and powerhouse of justice Fawzi!”
Pointing at the opposite room a man stepped out of the darkness. He had a great thick horn in the center of his forehead, gray skin and powerful slabs of muscles. His eyes were further apart than most and his thick nostrils flared. In his hands was a long two handed weapon. It’s edge curved like a waning moon.
Looking at the sheer power of my opponent I knew I would have to rely on being more agile, more skilled than him. The amount of muscles about him told me he was ascended like me. Maybe even more powerful than I was. It wouldn’t stop me. If I could face a lionkin in direct combat I did not fear whatever type of kin this was.
“Let’s watch bones shatter! One will be victorious and the other will be left face down in the dirt!” The announcer walked to the side to a ladder and climbed out of the pit. He sat upon the wall looking down at me and my opponent.
There was an unseen signal as Fawzi charged at me. I charged straight towards him ready to dive into a roll to his left and under whatever attack he would unleash on me. My first target would be his legs, if I hobbled him I would have even more of an advantage in this fight.
The weapon came scything low much to my surprise as he aimed for my legs. I leapt up, putting my shield between me and him. His horn came sweeping in smashing into the shield and sending me spinning through the air. I landed and rolled to my feet as my opponent struggled to slow down. Without letting him get too ready I charged after his back.
Just as he turned I was on him my entire weight in a single blow racing down towards his elbow. A proper blow would numb his arm and give me a chance to make his weapon more unwieldy. However my opponent saw it coming and twisted his arm just enough that I slammed into his bracer with a shock down my weapon and into my arm. The weapon came sideways once more. I knelt, sweeping my shield up to deflect the blow above me as I swung now for the inside of his knees. Just as I slammed my weapon into my target he shifted his weight forward and let out a vicious kick sending me skidding backwards.
My body left furrows in the ground as I held myself straight and ready. The blow made my arm numb through my shield that I had managed to put between us. I looked at my opponent who put less weight on his leg than before as he snorted out a heavy breath. Taking a step towards me he warded me back another step with a large sweep of his weapon. Slowly backed me up keeping me on the edge of his range and far from being able to close the distance with his reach advantage.
Knowing I would have to take a risk and a blow to close the distance I steeled myself. I could not let myself be herded into the wall and forced to take blow after blow from his weapon. Steeling myself I timed it after his next swing and darted in. I slammed my shield into the back of his weapon trying to knock it further aside as I swung another blow at his knees. With a crack against his joint. He hollered in my face and headbutt down. His horn came crashing into my forehead sending my world spinning as I stumbled past him and took a huge sweeping blow to my back. I stumbled and got knocked forward but miraculously kept my feet.
Moving into the open center of the pit I did my best to ignore the searing pain across my back that threatened to take my feet from me and whirled around. Fawzi was already charging at me. This time swinging high, aiming to take my head off my shoulders. I fell to a knee and lunged forward into his legs. Slamming my shield into his back foot sending him sprawling onto the ground in an instant. I could feel the ground shake around me from his fall and part of him landed on my back ankle. I could feel a sickening pop as it dislocated.
I rolled after him and onto his back. I snaked the club around his throat and hauled back on it trying to cut off his air. The sheer thickness of his neck made it impossible for my arms to do the job on their own.
Pain screamed up my leg as he slammed his hand into my dislocated ankle. I didn’t let it affect me as I wrenched and flexed my aching back. Fawzi began to thrash below me as I felt my heart soar so high. Ecstasy flowed through my body as I pulled so hard I was bending the man’s back with my power. His motions slowed and I looked in the crown. With a primal roar my opponent went limp and I dropped him to the ground. I channeled my healing magic into myself as I reached for my ankle and wrenched it back into place.
