A New Way Of Fighting
Along the northern coasts of Corulania lay the sun bleached dunes of Takveh., a city trapped in perpetual heat. Maps show it used to be east, sharing its sands with the Azul Sea. History books show its shoreline city Rekveh used to run solely on the commerce it gained from trading as the city used to host many various docks that could fit almost every kind of ship that sailed in.
Takveh was a peaceful place, a prosperous one where the people never hungered as the sea kept them fed with a thick variety of fish, not to mention what was brought in for trade. They dealt with so little intense weather due to their geographical location, the wind was tame and the temperature was on the dry side.
The people lived under a noble rule, a hierarchy based around engineering knowledge as well as financial worth. From birth, the children were taught how to maintain ships and how to build aqueducts to send water inland. The water would be taken from the ocean, the resident alchemist would be responsible for keeping up with the desalting process. He made good coin and was someone the people of the city would all protect with their lives.
The city was like this from the time the first people set their tents and fires here. Other nomadic groups looking to find s place to call home didn't fight Takvehs settlers on it, no one really wanted a beach in the desert. The founders and the naysayers names have been lost to time due to the fact the first civilians of Takveh were illiterate and could keep no record, all they knew was how to follow leadership and pictures.
Seaward the city stood, for the time it was there it was a legendary city of import and learning. This was before the Shifting.
Now, the city sits too far from the sea to have any docks. People can see the northern shore with scopes only form the tops of the tallest buildings. The people who view it are the grandchildren of the ones who suffered from the Shifting, the day the lands changed where they were, the day everything changed forever.
The people settled back down in time, the panic and violence that was ruling the land became centralized down on one core idea, a fighting pit. They built it collectively in a few weeks at most. At first they threw in anyone who could throw a punch or hold a sword. After tiring of watching their neighbors kill each other for fun, they turned to the towns new export, slave trading. Traveling mercenary groups and merchants holding a blood vow would turn over their weak and feeble shit cleaners and hostages for a quick sack of coin. The new owners of the poor people would feed them well enough, make them workout in the heat so their bodies were strong but their will was broken. This made for a good slave for the pit.
You were unlucky enough to have been wandering along one day, caught by a few armor clad nomads who saw you as nothing but money, then sold to a sweaty man with self fulfilling intent. You saw the green in his eyes that let you know the lineage he was born from. It brought you great sadness to see what a once great people had become.
You became strong through months of labor and fighting. You did whatever your green eyed master told you, mostly a lot of cleaning and heavy lifting along side running drills and swinging whatever crude weapon he told you to practice with. He was too cheap to provide you something like a real sword. All you knew how to use is a table leg or a dull small blade.
You had a bed to sleep on, clothes to wear, and ample time to yourself. If you didn't, you wouldn't last long in the desert. The sun was as brutal as is was bright. Anything it cast its light upon was sweltering and it only spared those who had shelter or a skull thick enough to stomach the heat long enough to find moments of respite in shade or the night.
Every fight day started the same way: you were dragged down and sat in a long and dark corridor all alone. The hallway had a door on one end where they brought you in and a gate at the other end that lead to the blood soaked sandstone of the pit itself. You couldn't see what was out there, the sun shone a blinding light in contrast to the dim corridor where you sat.
Today was a special one, you didn't know why. You'd won your fights so far, taken a few lives without the grace of a trained swordsman. The brutality of your actions lay heavy on your conscious and, as numb to it as you have become, it slowed you down over time. Your success was never met with pride for what you did, nor was it rewarded in any way that made it worth the effort. The coin you made went directly to your masters pocket after each win and you went right back to training or, if you had been injured, to your cage with a tent over it.
Today your master was actually in the hall with you. He felt unnerved today, you assumed it was because he had never been down this low before where the scum like you sat in solitude until you were called out.
The greedy slave runner was telling you about your opponent. He stuttered over a few words as he struggled to get them in out in the first place. You could tell he was worried about something but pit rules stated he couldn't give you too much information as the people running the show felt that would give you an advantage over your opponent.
With you two were two women wearing white veils over their faces that connected to a dress made up mostly of a high thread count mesh. In the sun, the white would reflect, also hiding any features of the woman underneath the veil. The two were rubbing your body with a sweet smelling oil. It glistened and felt good on your sun charred skin. They rubbed it around every bend and across every surface, even the ones you'd usually cover with a loincloth or a towel.
You were used to being nude but not in the ring. Maybe it had something to do with whatever your master was trying to convey to you. He had left, though, once the women started slathering your privates, front and back. Once they finished they stood and handed you the jar of the oil they used on you, nodding at you without a word before leaving you alone and confused. Was this your only weapon?
The crowd started yelling, louder than normal. It was time. You stand up and head to the gate, the tension in your body was only doubled by the strange circumstances of this particular day. You stand at the gate as it lifts slowly, your name being shouted as you made an appearance.
The glory of stepping out into the sun was the only part of this for you that imitated any respite. People yelled and cursed you, telling you not to lose or they'd kill you themselves. To you, if you let each voice drown the other out, it sounded as if they were cheering for you.
"Today was not a cheap one, my people! The lives we lost in procuring this opponent for our standing champion was all for your entertainment! The rules have been changed for this bout! This isn't a fight to the death! This is just a battle of will to please you, my people!" The announcer said.
You stood even more lost than you have ever been in your time as a slave pit fighter. The gates across from you open, followed by a rumbling growl, the kind that stops voices in their tracks. You stand tall to look tough for the audience but deep down you have shut in, watching the gateway for whatever the betters and commissioners have in stock for everyone today.
A brown set of claws, hardened as if made of rock itself gripped one end of the tunnel entrance. The sight sends gasps across the crude stadium, even one escapes your lips. Still, you stand your ground. Another clawed hand grabs the other side of the tunnel. They both pull out a face of one of the deserts worst nightmares, a Rock Drake.
You have never seen anything to this scale before. Rock Drakes were myth anywhere outside of these lands.
His teeth were huge. Built for chewing through stone, they were about the length of your entire leg. They filled out the mouth of the Rock Drake and shone white in the sun, strangely clean for something that eats sand covered carrion and deep oil. The muzzle of the beast was made of overlapping plates of the thickest scales this side of the country, capable of bashing through solid stone and bedrock.
Its eyes were a deep hazel, hard to see among the cluster of scales and teeth that made up the rest of its head. The eyes were looking right at you, locked in and wanting.
Above were two apprentice alchemists ready to dump sleeping oil on the monster in case it decided to turn its focus on the crowd instead of you.
It pulled the rest of its body out of the tunnel, the torso not as hard but still nearly impenetrable, the scales on its shoulders and upper torso gave the Rock Drake a look as if it were wearing stone armor, sharp pauldrons shot out from the shoulders, good for side bashing. The harder chest and shoulder plates blended into the stomach where it smoothed out to allow for the body to move almost snake like as a Rock Drakes long form made good for tunnel burrowing.
The top of the head bore three horns a little longer than the winged ears at its side. Two horns resided above each brow and one final one sat dead center of the head between the other two. They all lay back to allow no resistance in underground movement. The spine of the beast held jagged scales from neck to the tip of the tail. These were used to prevent an attack from behind or above.
As it came all the way out, it moved on all fours. It towered over you. In the moments it stood up your head stood just below its haunches, a site to behold. It froze you in fear, something that was obvious to the crowd at this point.
It stopped in front of you, sand coming out of its nose and from between its teeth as it huffed its hot breath in your face. It was sniffing you, this much you could tell. Why it hadn't taken you out was a mystery.
You looked up, raising your head out of its cowering position to see the Rock Drake back up a little bit before lifting its head and looking at the crowd. You realize it was the oil on you, the slick and sweet oil that covered your whole body.
Why did they put this oil on you? Why did they give you the rest of it? And why was the Rock Drake brandishing its thick and deep crimson cock so clearly for you to see?
The crowd let out a collective gasp as they all noticed the Rock Drakes twitching meat stick. He wasn't held back by shame, instead he displayed his ever hardening cock for all to see. The musk coming off of it was so thick it was visible, steaming from every exposed inch as it slid out of the wet slit that sheathed it when he wasn't wanting action.
You could smell it from here, it filled your senses to the point you could taste it. It was salty and could choke a lesser person at this close range but you're still determined to show your strength. You want to cough and try your best to lean away from the scent, an impossible task. All you found you could do was back up a bit before you found your back against the gate you came out of.
The Rock Drake leaned forward again, moving his way towards you. He didn't show much aggression in his approach, still you feared what he'd do upon reaching you.
"If you haven't guess, people, this isn't a fight you will witness today! Our alchemists have concocted something to bring you all a new kind of show! Pheromones, slick oil, mending balm, and a little bit of cacti berry for smell! The oil on our champion will induce the need to mate in the Rock Drake! I hope you all enjoy!" The announcer said.
The Drake reached you again, putting his hand on the gate behind you as if leaning over you. He sniffed you and stared you directly in the eye. You couldn't help but stare back at the hazel gems that looked into your very being. They were beautiful and they looked at you as if you were something more than prey to the beast.
The monster proceeded to wrap his free hand around your body, the rough claws and the sandpaper like padding of its palm jarred enough instinct in you to struggle. You had an arm loose and used it to pound on the hand of the Drake, a futile attempt at escape.
The Drake couldn't even give you a second glance before pulling you down under its belly where it pressed your body up against its still steaming junk. The cock was about the size of your body save for your head, not as thick however but still round enough to be held onto. Your chin got wet with the pre-cum that seeped from the tip of the Drakes pulsating length. The smell was all you could focus on this close.
You couldn't help but realize something off about this, the smell and the idea should have made you furious and scream for mercy but you, instead, found yourself erect against the body sized cock of the beast. You still struggled but not without some of the Drakes pre getting onto your lips and in your mouth. You licked them, toyed with the flavor it left on your tongue. It was a harsh taste, very salty and not much else, like drinking the ocean to die in the desert delusional instead of just thirsty. You didn't realize at first that the Drake had lifted its thumb claw and pressed it on the back of your head, forcing you down onto the tip. You didn't know what led you to go with it, you figured it was the pheromones in the oil, they must have put human ones in for you.
You open your mouth with a little hesitation, hesitation that faded once you got more of that overbearing salty taste in your mouth. You could only really fit the tip in your mouth. The Drake bellowed slightly, an action that vibrated its cock along your lips. You couldn't bob your head up and down, instead you had to suckle and play with the head, flicking the tip with your tongue as it spurted more of that precum into your throat. You drank it down with no complaints
The Drake bellowed again, you could feel its frustration at how little of its full length was getting attention. It tried to force your head down more but only hurt your jaw a bit in the process. He decided to rub your body along his sticky and slightly wet fuck hammer. The sweat and oil between you two made you slide easily along the shaft, your own rubbing against his. You couldn't tell exactly but you were sure you were leaking pre too. Each rub brought your mouth down the comfortable length of the head.
You suckled and let the Drake use your body as a means to jerk off, hoping you could get him off this way and then make some kind of escape as it relaxed. Unfortunately, this wasn't doing it for the Drake and you knew that deep down.
He growled and huffed some more, looking down at you with a look that almost seemed like a scowl. He lifted you from his junk and rolled his long body over to his back. You could breath fresh air for the first time in a bit. Looking up you could see the crowd, they all looked horrified, some cast judgment on you with their stares alone. You felt ashamed to have let things get to this point. The Drake, however, didn't feel this way and he let you know it by intruding your body with curious eyes and two claws.
He spread your rear cheeks, looking at what you've got down there. You couldn't tell what it wanted from that end at first but the dawn of realization hit you like a phalanx of fears. You felt a wet slap on your rear hole. You knew it was the Drakes tongue giving you a taste. The tip of its tongue probed you slightly, causing you to shudder and moan slightly. Your shaft leaked a little more into the hand that still held you captive.
The Drake huffed hot breathe onto your rear and balls, the feeling sent a shiver up your spine. He turned you around again, those eyes gazing into your soul. You knew what was coming and struggling would only wear you down, if this was how you died then at least you wouldn't have to face the shame that would follow you everywhere after.
After running its tongue up your face and grunting, the Drake positioned you on the tip end of its cock. Your body was tense yet you were still erect, you cursed yourself for these mixed emotions. The beast pressed his still leaking tip at the entrance of your oiled up rear entrance. The mending mixture in the oil would hopefully take the most of the damage as it would be used to penetrate you, gods forbid it tried this dry.
The Drake lowered your body faster than you wanted, a sharp pain filled your lower body but was quickly alleviated by the alchemists oil. It really was saving you here. The Drakes head stretched your hole out with ease and beyond any length that someone could survive.
Aside from pain, all you could feel was the monsters thick, near crimson meat violate your insides, the tip shot a forceful blast of precum against your prostate as it entered you. You groaned as the feeling still wasn't pleasant but it wasn't unbearable.
He forced you down more of his length, the head fully in by this point. You could feel the cock get thicker as it penetrated you. The Drake huffed and bellowed to the crowd, letting them know you were its territory. They couldn't help but scream just as much as they couldn't look away. They watched the monster use you as its personal fuck toy and there wasn't anything you could do.
He grunted again, looking you dead in the eye. As his cock pushed further in he huffed more of that hot breath at you, you were more used to it and smelling it added to the sensation. Your body didn't know how to react, your prostate beat along with your heart against the beasts ridged and ribbed shaft. Your own cock shot more and more pre with ever inch you took.
The Drake rolled again once he was in you enough so that his throbbing member wouldn't fall out. He towered over you with your sweat and oil soaked back laying against the sand and pushed his hips forward, holding you in place and letting the mid section of his rock hard rope degrade your body with a loud SCHLORP.
The thrust hurt but that pain was outdone by the oil, turning it into a pleasurable feeling, as much as you hated to admit it. You moaned as under your breath as you could, it wasn't very well hidden.
Your new, scaly master was trying to shove more of his shaft in you than your body could ever handle, the limitation causing the pent up Drake to grumble with anger. It wanted its whole cock warm and stuck in you and would skewer his way out of your mouth if he had to. You needed to survive this so you used your bare feet and placed them at the sides of the base area of his thick staff. You used the residual oil that had seeped from you down the length when you were on top to rub the base with your feet, hoping it would help satiate the lustful beast.
It didn't do much to calm the drake. He thrust up and pulled you down at the same time. You felt his stone hard rod bulge into your chest cavity. It pushed your lungs and made it hard to breathe. Luckily, your heart was okay. The inability to take a full breath panicked you and made you squirm as much as you could although you were being nearly spit-roasted thoroughly.
This suffering continued for what felt longer than it probably actually was. The only good part about it was the utter dominance the beast had over you, it was something you were used to being a slave for sale but you never felt so connected to something like this. The closeness, the using of your body, the people watching in horror, it all pushed you to a limit you didn't know you could feel. Your cock started to shoot rope after rope onto the Drakes belly, the pent up force mixed with the anal pleasure let a few strands strike the muzzle of the scaly monster.
Something about your orgasm must have pushed the right button with the Drake, his load soon filling your entire body. Every organ from the bottom up felt as if it was going to burst under the pressure of his cock combined with the hot cream he now bred you with. You could feel it leak from your hole at the same time as you could taste it bubbling up your throat from your stomach. You could have drowned internally had he not pulled out in time, the echo of the plopping sound of his now softening meat echoed throughout the silent arena.
The Drake let you fall to the sand at his side, the hit to the floor causing a cauldron amount of cum to shoot from your asshole. The crowd said nothing aside from a few nervous coughs and soft murmurs to each other. You looked up to them for help that they couldn't bring themselves to give.
You felt tired, the fucking and struggling has taken its proper toll on your body. You close your eyes for a moment only to be stirred by a wet sensation surrounding your feet.
You look down and realize the Drake has taken both of your feet into its maw, its eyes locked to yours. You'd fight back if you could, the healing oils losing potency would mean the pain would soon take over so you just let this inevitable feast happen to you.
Your legs were fully in its mouth before the Drake picked you up with its claws, holding you up so it could slurp your body with ease.
Your waist and stomach were sliding along its tongue now. Your spent cock felt nice rubbing against the insides of its wet maw, you couldn't struggle even if you tried but why would you want to? This was an out to your slave life, a cum soaked out. You couldn't face anyone again after what was seen here today.
Your chest up to your neck were now being taken in. You take one last look around and close your eyes. All you could smell was the unclean breath of a cadaver eating rock monster, the loose grains of sand between its teeth knocked loose as you passed by, adding a gritty feeling to his man-sized tongue.
You could feel the monsters mouth and throat squeeze around your body as he began to swallow you whole. Looking up you could see the light of the sun through a pair of sharp teeth. The beast closed its mouth and now all you could do was feel the slithering esophagus around your whole body, its slick curves and hot scent were all you knew anymore. With a smile you saw this through to the end.