Veya
I'm sorry dudes, but Veya is my character, if you take her I will be forced to hunt you down and stab you with an emo knife. If you are under the legal age please don't read this, it is supposed to be NC-17. If you are over age feel free, but know there might not be any real sex in this story. I say might, because I haven't written it yet.
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The sun was high in the sky and the trees swayed in the delightful warmth. The elfish coliseum was crowded full of people who were eager to see an entertaining fight on this delightful summer day.
Yet it was dark in the arena, the high walls casting more shadows into the huge chasm that was their grounds for entertainment.
The light and wood elves watched silently, sitting on their smooth stone benches as they waited for the first fight to begin.
"Here we are again, in the coliseum!" shouted the announcer, his voice magically amplified so that it resonated through the entire football field long coliseum, "As you all know, Wednesdays are the days for new contestants to enter and get their asses handed to them by our pros. So without further adieu I will read off our fighting stars names." The crowd went wild as the field was magically lit to reveal the line of fighting favorites.
"Puttin the u in I'm gonna kill you is... Jarb the orc!" the commentator shouted, as the ugly brute stepped forward. Green skin covered his bulky body which in turn was covered by a padded leather shirt and wool pants. His pig snout of a nose ran, allowing a disgusting green mucus to run down onto the two tusks that protruded from his mouth as he raised his arms to egg on the cheering crowd.
" The beauty of the beast, Kathy the skunktaur!" he screamed as a beautiful skunktaur stepped forward waving her paws to the crowd and givin' the men a little fan service as her top "accidentally" slipped of, exposing her rather large chest to tumultuous applauds from the unmarried men, and a plenty good slaps to the married men's faces.
"God be praised," the commentator drooled out as he stared at the brazen skunktaur as she once again covered herself, "for making such a bosom!"
"The strongman, Grim the tiger," the announcer said, trying to get back on task. The tiger stepped forth and gave a great roar that was returned buy the crowd. Grim had the body of a current day body builder under his fur, and it showed as each of his muscles bulged out under his clothing, nearly ripping the cloth.
"Our Blurring Lizad-man, Girga!" said the announcer allowing a small skinny lizard to step forward, his whip-like tail lashing as he bowed respectfully toward the crowd.
"And our Reining Champion, The Great, The Blazing, THE MIGHTY KIRSCATOR!!!" bellowed the commentator as a gigantic red dragon tramped it way forward, holding its head high, its great muscles rippling under its scales as it moved. Then it reared its head back blowing a great gust of fire forth from its muzzle and into the air above its head. The crowd cheered all the louder as it did this.
"Now as we finish with our home team, let me introduce the newcomers!" the crowd cheered again.
" The feral beast, Jack the great wolf," a huge feral looking wolf was forced onto the field, growling through its bound mouth at the man who was prodding it with that irritating electric stick.
"Hitman #1, Fred, the wood elf!" The young, wood elf man walked from the waiting area with a smile on his face. That smile was wiped clean off when he saw the wolf.
"The exi... what the fuck is this word!?" seeing the commentator in distress, a highly literate man ran over and helped the young man pronounce the word though he to had no idea of its meaning, "The exhibitionist queen, Darcy the light elf!" The pale woman stepped out onto the field in a long dress ala the ones you would see a bride in. This earned a few questioning looks, until Darcy ripped off her clothing and let the entire coliseum see her in her kinky undies. Nosebleeds erupted across the stadium and in the resultant flood of blood the commentator yelped, "Holy shit! You can't just spring that crap on people!"
After the crowd had calmed down and Darcy had stopped giggling, the commentator continued, "Yeah, umm... the next challenger is the mad martial artist, Numa the human. I didn't know we let those weaklings in these. Oh, well." The mans face was a bright pink when he finally made his way onto the field.
"The terrible, Erm the zombie! Are zombies even legal in this area?" the zombie dragged himself on field and proceeded to chase Numa while trying to eat his brains.
"Whatta bucha wierdos! Ooh, this seems normal, the name even sounds nice. Our final challenger will be announced now. It's the damsel of distress, Veya the dark elf shadow knight!"
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"This is your meal ticket bitch, the light elf male whispered in Veya's ear as they waited for her name to be called, "So don't mess it up, or you'll get a fucking instead of food tonight."
The red headed dark elf nodded fully understanding. She wore only red underwear over her beautiful, truly black skinned, exotic form and she shivered in the cold waiting room. Her feet were bare and she was grateful the sand of the coliseum was always soft, and easy on her feet, she hoped the men wouldn't try to take her on the field as she had seen them do with many of the weaker females they came across in the rink. Sex was nowhere near as pleasurable as fighting. She loved the feel of a fist digging into her stomach or a claw ripping her sides, but what she loved even more was to give he pain, to beat and bite and claw at the opponent, the power or powerlessness of being in battle, that is what the shadow knights like her lived for.
Then she heard her name called, she stood waved goodbye to her master and ran for the end of the tunnel that led to the arena. Cheers arose from the no longer nose bleeding as she stepped out into the arena in just her own underwear. Her long red hair gleaming as her curvaceous form was bathed in sunlight. As she went to stand by her fellow contestants she noticed Darcy was glaring at her.
"Now contestants, there is only one rule, do not kill each other. This is fighting and showing off your kick ass skills, not, eat the opponent, those who kill will be sued after the match. Now on to the fights!"
A large gong sounded across the arena and the contestants began to move around searching for a good opponent with witch to duel. Jack's catcher cut the bindings that held Jack's maw together and the great wolf promptly turned and ate he man for abusing him with that electric stick.
As Veya moved away from the group she was forced to duck as a Holy Bolt attack shot straight at her head, Darcy looked really mad, "You little slut, I'm the only one who should be nearly naked out here!"
This statement perplexed the shadow knight into standing still long enough to be hit by the powerful thrust kick the light elf had sent at her stomach. Veya moaned loudly as the exquisite pleasure of the high heel digging into her stomach sent a tremor through her body. Veya was blasted back by the force of the kick and fell on her ass a few feet away from the other female, who cam charging after Veya.
Veya quickly stood and hurled a poison bolt at the other woman who dodged to the side her face connecting with Veya's fist as the dark elf struck her, having used the bolt as a distraction more than an attack. Once again Veya moaned in complete satisfaction, oh the highs which pain took her to. She could feel Darcy's nose breaking, could feel the weaker woman loosing consciousness and the feeling of power upped her high.
Finished with Darcy, Veya ran into the battle to find Grim had just finished beating Jack into the ground.
Deciding to tease him into fighting her, Veya said in the most seductive voice she could muster, "Hey big boy, why don't you come fondle me instead? Or do you like wolf cock?"
The tiger flinched at that notion and turned to glare at her. He attacked, lunging at her without warning, giving her just barely enough time to dodge him as he swung. While he recovered his balance from the lunge Veya peppered his front with quick, harsh attacks, each punch to his stomach and each kick to his face or legs, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure up her spine. The crotch of her panties was getting wet.
Now clearly annoyed the tiger growled and slashed at her side raking his claws along her right hip and leaving light but delightfully painful cuts where his forepaw had slashed. Veya staggered back, moaning in what the large feline thought was pain. In that moment he decided that she was attractive enough for him to take her, and so he pounced on her taking her down to the soft sand. Veya couldn't believe it, she knew it had been a long time since she had last fought, but she was acting like an amateur, she must do better than this. So as he pressed his weight onto her, forcing her harder into the sand and squishing her breasts to her chest and grinding himself upon her, he felt her flesh starting to dissolve.
"What the?!" he exclaimed as she disappeared from under him, reappearing next to him, in his shadow, "Oh, the Shadow Step technique." He now understood, it was fabled that Shadow Knights could not only control the shadows and darkness, but also use such things as a sort of teleportation outlet.
Moving swiftly, both combatants stood and faced each other. He once again swiped at her but this time she grabbed his paw, pushing it back and raking it across his chest. The sight of his blood drove her mad and it was she who pounce him this time, she who force her unwilling opponent to the ground pressing against him, she who pinned him there, at her mercy. But unlike her, he had no shadow step to save him. Quickly leaning close, she bit and suckled the deep gashes she had created on him. It ha been so long, and as the great tiger under her squirmed and screamed at the searing pain he felt, she came. Grinding atop him, I moaned into his chest as she reached a high no man or mating had ever taken her to, a high that only pain and suffering brought her, a high that only came from the ripping of flesh and the screams of terror from the man below her as she bit down trying to contain the urges to finish him, to kill. But oh so soon was that high over, as the tiger pushed her off of him sending her flying back, to land a foot away a twitching bundle of ecstasy, and then she was up on her feet enraged by this blatant sin, for in her mind that is what it was, of denying her, her prize, her one true fulfillment.
As the tiger struggled to his feet he had just enough time to see her raise back her fist...
The crowd who was watching gasped as the much smaller woman sent one of their stars flying about ten feet with one punch, then again as she reappeared behind him as he flew and kicked him, sending him like a flying soccer ball dead into the face of Erm the zombie, who had been fighting with Numa, whose jaw dropped as his opponent snapped clearly in half.
Once again Veya moaned aloud, her pleasure rising but she was not yet satisfied, there were so many more victims to make use of, and use them she would.
Running forth, she attacked Numa who blocked and stepped back away from her before taking up a defensive stance.
"Oh, a martial artist," Veya crooned, observing him as one would a piece of meat, "I haven't had one of you in a while. Come my pet, show me what you can do."
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Kathy moaned loudly as Kirscator thrust into her depths again, this was her favorite part of the fighting, when Kirscator took her after he beat her. She saved herself for him and him alone, fighting fiercely against all others, she had quickly finished breaking Fred's bones and had charged over here to fight with the dragon, who had basically skipped the fighting part, merely jumping over her, as she lunged at him, and mounting her. Now, she moaned and gasped as Kirscator thrust his huge dragon cock into her smaller, but firm, skunktaur body.
In the corner of her eye she could just make out that Veya girl beating up on the human who was putting up what Kathy considered to be a good fight against the shadow knight. Ahead of her, she saw Jarb working hard against Girga who was now fighting with his arms crossed and mocking his opponent as he gracefully weaved in and out of Jarbs attacks.
Then she was distracted as Kirscator gave a final and powerful thrust into her and came pumping gallon after gallon of searing hot seed into her tight puss witch practically drooled the seed onto the soft sand beneath the couple, dripping with the substance. That was all Kathy needed and she came, her pussy squeezing around Kirscator's shaft and making him roar as she passed out beneath him, knowing he would protect her, knowing he would protect their children. (Betcha din' see that comin'!)
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This human was good, Veya thought as she took yet another powerful punch to the stomach and then returned the favor, then ducked under a high kick. Grabbing the leg, Veya held him therein that open, unbalanced position then with an evil grin on her face she move her hand forward, and cupped his balls through his pants.
"Wh- what a-a-are you d-d-doing to me! He screamed as he felt a burning sensation where her hand was so sweetly caressing him.
"Veya only giggled in reply, enjoying how responsive he was to her attentions. Then the burning feeling amplified.
"N-no, please, it hurts, so bad," he cried out as he swung his fist at her she brought up her hand and blocked. Immediately Numa pulled his had back, screaming in agony, as though his hand had just been scorched, and indeed it had, for when he pulled his hand back, he found the skin blackened. He looked back just in time to see her lower her hand to his balls again. Oh, how his screams slaked her lust. His pain so obvious, so potent, and she brought back her hand and then slapped his balls. His scream of mirth felt soo good!
"Make it end," Numa pleaded, screaming as she slapped him there, over and over with that burning hand, "Please, someone make it end?"
The crowd grew silent as Veya granted him solace, planting her burning fist in his face. She would get her prize from the others. She turned just as Girga finished with Jarb, but Girga was not looking at her and was headed towards the dragon, who seemed to be just finishing with his mate, a beautiful skunktaur who was slumped under him, obviously asleep. I will finish with the dragon, Veya thought as she stepped, then vanished.
Girga had just finished with Jarb and was walking over to Kirscator to end this fight when a sexy black body appeared in his shadow before him, the dark elf grinning as she materialized.
"Hey there cutie," she teased leaning in and pushing him away from the dragon while licking her lips, "wanna' play?"
Girga had just enough time to duck as a sizzling fist shot past his scaly head. Slashing at her hip with what was apparently his variant of a thrust kick Girga sliced through the fabric of her red panties and a little of the skin under the fabric as well. But the next thing he knew she had already back handed him in the face, hand scorching his cheek.
He quickly backed away from the woman, avoiding another punch from her, but receiving a kick to the chest instead. He couched up blood as he fell on his ass. He tried to get up, but Veya straddled him, licking his lips and sucking on his mouth taking all the blood she could from there and shuddering atop him.
Quickly he scooted back and away from her, scared now. He back rolled onto his feet and lunged at her. Veya stood and prepared herself for an attack, but was caught off guard when he stopped and spun slapping her across the face and then reverse spin kicked her in the stomach. She was sent spiraling trough the air and onto Grim who unconsciously groaned as she pushed herself up and off of him.
Girga was astonished, no one save Grim and Kirscator had ever stayed conscious after receiving one of his kicks, yet there the girl stood and then, she wasn't there.
He turned to see her fist an inch from his face, and then saw no more.
Veya shuddered and then turned to face the dragon.
This wouldn't be easy. First, she ran at it to test its strength, kicking up sand as she ran. She barely saw the tail coming before he had smacked her dead across the coliseum and into a wall. She bounced off of the wall and fell to the ground, but then she was up again in seconds.
Kirstcator was confused, why did this woman not stay down like the others, why was her feminine scent drenching the air why was she running toward him while her legs seemed about to buckle. He lashed out with his tail again, but she ducked under it this time. She was getting too close. Kirscator blew a warning jet of fire at her, which she rolled away from, still moving at high speeds. Just as she got close enough to strike him, Kirscator reared back on his hind legs and then dropped back down, pinning her with his front left paw making sure to keep his long white talons away from her flesh but close enough to keep her still.
He moved his head down trying to scare her into uncinciosness, but she just seemed more aroused then ever.
The crushing weight of the paw was like a constant stimulator for her chest as it squished her breasts in the most painfully pleasurable ways. But she had to focus had to win...
Kirscator was really surprised when the girl disappeared from under the talon, then he felt her jump up ad clutch a spine on his back. Roaring loudly, Kirscator bucked wildly, trying to shake her off, but she gripped the long protruding bone tightly trying to plan something and then it came to her.
Kirscator felt her leave his back and turned, trying to see her to hit her, to make her go limp like the others had, but she wasn't there, An odd weight his neck, just under his horn told him that something was wrong. He never saw her fist fall, and when it hit he fainted and fell to the side, forcing her to roll off of his head and onto the sand.
She stayed there for a long while, twitching and moaning and writhing on the ground while the crowd was in an uproar, many cheers bursting from the stands and elves all around clapped and cheered.
"Veya has done it!" the commentator screamed, "Veya has defeated our old champion Kirskator! She is now our new champion!"
All around the coliseum Veya heard them call her name as she left the field to go meet her master. There would be lots of things to do later. Veya knew this. There would be autographs to give out, money to make, heck there would even be dinner tonight, but for now, it was time to go see her master and tell him. The fun was over, and now it was time for a nice afterglow nap.
(Sorry if you are all confused, but this has been in my head for a while now and I just couldn't keep it in any longer. It's like when a volcano erupts and some on is standing a mile away, instead of dying a quick death by lava, they get crippled by rocks burned by hot ash and suffocated. That is what this story was doing to me. IT WAS TORTURING MY MIND MAN.
I hope you enjoyed it. If you didn't then I wouldn't be depressed, it is so weird. For more info on Shadow Knights, email me, or just ask in a comment. Or shout. Please Leave Comments. I really need the feedback so I can improve my writing.