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Hey everyone!

Sorry for leaving you waiting for so long, life had been quite busy for me and Gritou as you all know, which meant not much time to write and such. This is a special story, a gift to our dear friend Bladerush for his birthday, even if a bit (read, a lot) late. Just thought to do something special for him, and it is a gift from both me and the orca!

So, please lemme know what you think of it, and shower :iconBladerush: with lots of love! I will try to be back with more stories soon!

The young dragon was trying to focus himself on what was going to happen. The small, unadorned room didn't really help his preparation, the small, slit-like window not being enough to siphon out the heat a male dragon gave out, making the air quite unpleasable for him. Blade knew that many warriors in his predicament would call the small, brick-walled space spacious, but most of them weren't dragons.

Even in there, far away from the arena, he could hear the cheers and boos of the crowd, gathered to see some bloody games for their sick entertainment. It was disgusting that the Imperials forced fine warriors to play for their own amusement, but the dragon was in no position to stop what was happening, far from it.

His eyes wandered, ending on the sizeable golden band that was wrapped around his black arm. While not as evident as a collar, it was still garish to him, more so since they were actually far worse than a strip of leather could be. Arcane runes run along it, actively blocking his magic powers, making him a dragon with clipped wings, even if he wasn't an avian one.

Sighing, he wished he had been finished in that skirmish instead of being captured by the hated Imperials and being brought to their capital, to be shown as a trophy of war and used as cheap fun for the masses. He had been on the sand just a couple of times, both as a victor thank the Old Ones, but he had noticed how the thong had ogled his scaled muscles, fawning about the visually pleasurable dragon with the red mane and dark scales.

Blade snorted at that. He knew that he attracted the eyes of many females and males, and usually he would be honored and pleased by that, but here, in the wretched heart of the Empire, his flash wasn't clad with the garments of a warrior, but with a plain cloth, barely covering his pride. They weren't impressed at his prowess and skills as a mage warrior, but how his muscles worked when rendering some unfortunate gladiator unconscious.

The screams rose from behind the locked door, signalizing the end of a match, the one before his own. Shuddering thoughts and fears, he embraced the void within him, a useful technique even when he was rendered magic-less; this time it was going to be harder than the previous ones, and he must, MUST win.

As expected, the door opened, a middle age cat standing outside. "Stand up, Gladius: it is time to enter the Death God's temple." The Master of Warriors spoke, compelling him exit the room. The dragon winced at the name, a rough translation of his own in their pitifully inaccurate language, and at the blasphemy.

The impious Imperials abused the name of the Gods to describe such an unnatural place, but he refrained to utter that; the marks of the whip were a reminder of how his captures took such notions when spoke aloud. He did express his discontent with a few lash of his tail while he followed the Master through the corridor, so narrow that his shoulders almost touched the walls.

The road widened, ending in the cavernous room with a huge door on one side, the last barrier between Blade and the arena. He had heard that the place could be filled with two hundreds warriors, waiting their fate, but now the only persons was him and the Master. There was no need for more, as long as he had the wretched armlet on his person.

"The emperor himself will be watching." The feline instructed him with his usual, unnerving monotone. "His excellency has demanded the three of you to battle today, to his amusement."

The dragon nodded, not wanting to waste his breath with the likes of his. He had known that he would have faced two other warriors, but not that the match had been decided by His Malevolence himself. That explained some of the... prices for victory. That old fart liked the fights to be spiced in some way.

"You know what you will get if you win. I advise you to do that, pleasing the Emperor and yourself." The Master commanded him, before moving his paws, the motions activating the magic of the door; the sunny, sandy heat from the arena invaded the cooler room, the light almost blinding for the dragon.

Without saying nothing, Blade walked forward, picking up the short sword that had just appeared in front of him along with the small, rounded shield. He wouldn't ever have chosen them, if he had the freedom to, but the Master thought they were ideal for someone like him... whatever he want. He direly missed his longsword, and the shielding magic that was far more effective than anything man made... But he had to survive with what he got.

His big feetpaws brought him to the limits of the room and in the open space of the arena, the dragon trying as strongly as possible to look imposing and proud. He had decided that he had to rebel in any way possible, and as of now showing what a true mage warrior of the Clans were was as good as anything else.

The rows of spectators cheered at seeing him, many shouting the name he had been forced to wear. That left him unsurprised, he didn't have to let them get under his scales, so he kept walking, tail waving behind him lazily, as he reached the space before the Imperial seats.

Two others were doing the same, the times being orchestrated perfectly, all of them stopping to greet the Emperor. The foul creature went on with a speech, a pompous declaration of his Empire's might, but Blade didn't listen to him, using the time to study his opponents instead.

The one on his right was a tall wolf, gray is fur, wearing light armor and armed with a sword not unlike his own, but without any shield. The canine was probably a lowly citizen who had been sold to the arena to pay his debts, or maybe one of the fools that joined the warriors in search for the miser glory the victorious ones had.

The other opponent was more exotic: a powerfully built orca, with just a small tunic, open on his white chest, to show his black muscles, he almost reached him in height. Blade had seen a few members of that people, when he had escorted the merchants to the border of the Great Ocean; the strength of the Sea-faring People almost matched the Water Dragons'.

The cetacean wore a serious expression, lips locked in concentration, a stark contrast with the smirking canine. One big paw held a heavy trident, the other a fish net, a combination the Sea-faring People loved in combat; that wasn't a good sign, the orca must have been a senior Warrior in the arena to be allowed to use what weapons he preferred.

The dragon quickly formed a plan in his mind, and he was so engrossed into it that he almost missed the end of the speech, the appointed time when the Warriors had to salute his Evilness. He didn't utter any word, but raised his weapon to oblige to the useless custom; him failing to do so even to a minimal level would have earned a dire punishment, the reason why his arm was up in the air, almost like he was daring the Sky Father to a duel.

The thought of him, a respected mage warrior of his Clan, fearing the lick of a whip made him cringe internally, but he couldn't indulge in self-pitying, not when his honor demanded his victory, the cost of defeat too heavy this time around.

Done with the salutation, the three warriors marched to their assigned position, each of them on the point of a triangle drawn in the sand; his eyes switching from one opponent to another, he eased his muscles as much as possible, maintaining a relaxed yet firm hold on his sword and shield. The orca didn't let any emotion break his calm surface, as usual for his emotionless people; the wolf was practically dancing on his feet for the excitement, only a resemblance of discipline keeping him from wagging his tail.

The trumpets suddenly ringing and the action began. The cetacean and the lupine immediately sprang to action, both of them converging on the dragon, the orca throwing his net at him; the move would have worked if Blade hadn't expected it, knowing perfectly that the two seasoned Warriors would ally against the newbie.

With one quick swipe of his shield, he reflected the net easily, charging immediately toward the black opponent to parry his trident and deal a powerful blow of his own. The orca's reflexes were too well honed to let him fall for that, the big whale jumping away; but that was exactly what he wanted.

Turning quickly, he raised his shield to catch the quite predictable blow from the wolf, who had just caught up to them; a normal fur wouldn't have managed such a move, but Blade was a mage warrior, trained for his speed. The look on the lupine's muzzle was priceless, the male expecting of taking the dragon by surprise and defeating him on the very instant.

Chuckling at the foolishness of the wolf, Blade didn't waste time of his own and used the opening left by the canine's surprise to attack, his light sword a blur of steel when he struck the opponent thrice in as many seconds. The light, leather armor was easily torn, the gashes even oozing some blood, the once cocky Imperial dropping on his knees for the unexpected pain.

Blade didn't wait for the wolf to recover and hit him on the head with his sword's pommel, leaving the furred male unconscious on the ground, defeated in less than a minute; the crowd rumored at such a show, many in indignation that a son of the Empire could be bested so easily by a Barbarian, others just impressed by the dragon's skills.

That didn't mean he could let his guard down; moving in a circle, tail whipping the air, he faced the orca just in time to raise his rounded shield, catching a powerful blow from the cetacean; the adversary had predicted his parry this time, because the trident was already back to pierce his defense, leaving the dragon to desperately defend himself.

Despite the weight of his weapon, the orca's blows were much quicker than the dragon had envisioned, marking the black and white whale a formidable specimen of his people. Blade knew that they were almost unstoppable in their salty domains, but never had he dreamed that they were as powerful on land.

The thoughts had diverged his attention too much, because the trident went past his shield; instead of hitting the flesh, the orca locked his weapon against the shield, tearing it from the dragon's paw and throwing it far away.

The turn of events weren't favorable for Blade, who had lost his only mean of defense; desperation building up, he jumped forward, slicing his sword to catch the orca, the muscled male easily avoiding each of the fast movement, backing away each time. Then his trident moved again, trapping the dragon's blade between two of its points, the cetacean jerking the small weapon from the grip of his owner, leaving Blade armless.

Paralyzed by the shock, the black and red dragon barely noticed the net enveloping him, trapping him, the powerful push of the orca forcing him to lie on the ground. Hissing in anger, he tried as much as possible to free himself, but a foot pressed him on the sand, hapless and defeated by the might of the Sea-farer.

"The Pirate is the victor of this match!" The booming voice of the Emperor resounded in the big arena, thanks to architectural tricks. "O mighty warriors, stand up to get your rewards!"

The webbed foot left his back, as it did the net, giving him back his freedom of movement. The dragon would have rather laid down, the shame of defeat and what was yet to come heaving on his soul. But he didn't have a choice, his bracelet was already warming up, his handler not happy with his lack of reaction.

As shameful his situation was, him shitting himself in front of the crowd as he experienced unfathomable pain through the golden circlet would have been worse, so he stood up, walking again to face the Emperor of all Evilness. The orca was already waiting there, a small, uncharacteristically and chilling smile plastered on his muzzle; he knew perfectly that besting the dragon meant that he was going to get the highest reward.

After a few minutes they were joined by the wolf, his eyes dazed but his footing sure and stable. The healers must have worked as fast as possible so that the canine could participate at the second part of the game, fearing the consequences of their failure. His fur hidden the freshly healed scars that the haste healing surely have left on him, marking him forever; not that the likes of the wolf would be worried about that.

"O glorious gladiators, strip of your blood-stained clothes, show Us the perfection of your naked bodies!" The shameful request was uttered loudly by those filthy lips. Blade blessed the fact his scales couldn't change color, else his cheeks would have been crimson for the outrage; he was a mage warrior of the Clans, not a forsaken prostitute!

The other two fighters didn't have qualms like his, thanks to their culture; the Sea-farers were even worse than Imperials, not even bothering to cover themselves in their daily life. The two seasoned gladiators didn't waste time in discharging their garments, both being naked in the matters of seconds, sporting their prides fully erected over their balls, one jet black, the other fiery red and knotted.

Despite his better judgment, Blade felt his dragonhood hardening at such manly sights, the tip of his cock already out of his sheath. Not having any options, he got rid of his thong, leaving him naked, with his forming erection thrusting in the air; it had been several moons since he had tasted the strong and musky embrace of another man, and the mere sight of such hard and excited bodies was eliciting such a reaction from him.

He didn't need to look up to know that the filthy, lecherous old wolf was looking at them, enjoying the nudities in front of them and drooling at what would come next. The fact he had picked those particular Warriors wasn't a coincidence, the dragon was sure that the Master had pointed out those among his slaves who indulged in pederasty.

Word of the Emperor's passions had spread outside of the Empire: all the members of the Clans knew that the wretched lupine loved to see gladiators fuck each other after a fight, in front of thousands and thousands of citizens. Such entertainment wasn't well seen among his subjects, but his power was so absolute that no one would dare voice their disgust.

"It is time for the defeated to polish the swords of the victors!" The vile creature commanded loudly, the public cheering at the embellished profanity. Sighing, Blade turned to face the orca, who sported a cocky smirk; he felt the wolf trailing after him as he moved, waiting for the dragon to be settled in his task before he would start.

The dragon didn't look the cetacean in the eyes as he dropped on his knees, facing the black endowment: the color was similar to his cock, but the length was shorter and thicker, sprouting out of a slit over the two white orbs that made him whole. The smell was unmistakable, the musky scent of an excited male, with a hint of salt due to his heritage.

Having decided not to indulge in the acts too much, he roughly grabbed the cock in front of him, getting an annoyed click from the muscled cetacean; without any indulge, he move his head, maw wide open to accept the leaking member in his moisty mouth. The taste of pre hit his tongue, making him moan of delight despite his intentions: it had been far too long since he had a cock in his muzzle, and he couldn't help himself.

His snout was long enough that he could take the whole length of the orca without gagging, his lips smacking against the furless crotch. The hot rod pulsed inside his mouth, radiating heat and pleasure, something that he had missed dearly since his capture; but he couldn't enjoy too much of this, he couldn't let the acts of mating being reduced to mere spectacle to the masses. In short, he needed to make the orca cum as fast as he could.

Setting himself to use his skills at his best, he started to bob his head, sucking and moving his tongue to cause pleasure to the standing male. His pace was broken when he suddenly felt a tongue passing over his cock from tip to base, before a wet hotness enveloped the brunt black trip; he stopped to moan around the mouthful of cock in his muzzle, having completely forgotten the wolf and his task.

Looking down, he saw the canine on all fours, his paws opening his scaled legs so that the public had a better view of the black dragonhood disappearing inside the gray furred wolf's muzzle. The lupine seemed to enjoy his task, first sucking hard on the tip for a while, tasting the juices that came from the dragon before moving his maw to accept more and more, his own knotted dick erected but unused.

Blade moaned even more at the sensation of a muzzle sliding on his hard on, one that he never have hoped to feel again. In fact, this situation felt so familiar to his coming of age ceremony, where he had to take his master's cock as the new apprentice took care of his.... But there was no privacy, no bonds in what they were doing, just sex in front of strangers.

His dazed musings were interrupted by two smooth paws grabbing the sides of head, firmly reminding what he should do at the moment. Retreating from his fond memories, he moved his head again, using his long, long tongue to massage the leaking cock of the orca as the wolf did the same between his legs, though with much more moans and lewd slurps.

Soon Blade fell in the familiar routine of sucking a cock, though it had novelty in it as he had to discover what pleasured the orca the most, trying all of his tricks, focusing only on the tip one moment, on the whole length the next, one paw playing with the white orbs and considering to thrust one finger in that leathery asshole.

But the wolf beat him on that idea, as he felt a blunt, thick digit pressing against his own taint, the gray furred paw had travelled under his tail. The lupine knew the moment to strike, unlike in combat, and his finger slowly wormed inside the dragon, using the moments where he was relaxed by the expert lips belonging to the canine. That only enhanced his pleasure, as he felt his hidden pleasure spot being stimulated by the intrusion; the whole thing became a cycle, where he moved his head to take the orca's cock as the wolf delved his muzzle in his crotch as his finger did the same in the scaled ass.

Despite himself, Blade felt his climax fast approaching as he moaned as he had been in heat, while the orca he was serving seemed to be far from that point. That was extremely infuriating, more so because he was ruining his plans: with that in mind, he was set to made the forsaken orca give his seed to him, but was stopped on his tracks by a booming voice.

"O Sons of War, your swords are well honed! Sheath them in your adversary, claim your price!" The Emperor demanded from them what Blade had feared. The leech wanted more that some oral foreplay, he wanted to see proper mating! The act of mating was sacred in the Clans, something that should be done in secluded areas, but here, in the heart of wickedness, he couldn't do anything....

As quick as he had come, the wolf was gone, leaving his ass itching and his cock covered in spit. The orca released his head, leaving him free to move; spitting out the orcahood, he rose from his knees. The victor would wait for the other two to be settled before joining the action, so he remained there, arms folded on his massive pecs, and the same annoying smirk still on his beak.

Not standing the sight of the cetacean, Blade turned away from him and what he saw caused both shame and arousal in the young dragon. There waited the wolf, posed on his knees and paws, tail hold high to expose his red pucker; worse, the lupine was looking at him from his shoulder, and excited light in his eyes.

"Yer should do what the geezer saz Barbarian, come here'n' fuck me!" The eager, unnamed wolf taunted him, wiggling his butt for a good measure. The lust in his eyes was clear, that filthy imperial wanted a Clan's cock deep in his ass, an attitude that was must emasculating in the Empire; but the wolf looked to belong to the same kind of furs as his Emperor, and he could feel the heat increasing on his arm....

Growling, Blade kneeled behind the wolf, not caring to warn him when he angled his sizeable cock to be pressed against the tailstar of the imperial, the tip already penetrating the canine since it didn't find much resistance.

"Fuck Barbarian, yes, claim my ass with yer big tool!" The gray lupine moaned loudly, the screams of the public covering his words so that only the dragon could hear them. If he had taken the patience to check, he was sure he would have found his big cock preeing and hard as he was taking him, the wicked!

"Forsaken Imperials!" He cursed, grabbing those filthy furred hips to ram his dragonhood inside the warm and tight insides of the gladiator. Anger corrupted part of the pleasure of taking an ass again, and he cared little if the petty canine got off or not, so he went to just fuck him rough until he got off. He moved his hips to begin the hard thrust, but again a pair of paws intruded, posing themselves on his scaled hips.

"The landling craves to be taken, mage warrior, but do not forget what we have to show to the Emperor." A calm voice ringed in his ear. It wasn't hearing the orca talk that stopped him, but the fact that he had spoken in the language of the Clans, freezing him in place.

"How-why!" The dragon exclaimed in shock, feeling his tail being put aside to show his hole, a cock's tip posing against his taint.

"Don't worry about that, mage warrior. You will enjoy what I will give you... now and many times in the future." The cetacean promised before forcing himself in Blade's ass, the sheer force overcoming the resistance. The dragon willed himself to relax, there was no other way but to endure the ordeal after all, being hilted inside a still moaning wolf while he felt another male taking him, slowly but surely.

The telltale feeling of balls pressing against his ass told him that the orca had forced himself in completely. His ass was well stretched by the thick tool, not one of the longest or biggest he had taken, but still more than enough for his neglected hole, pushing tender places that elicited moaned growls from the dragon.

"Are yer done? I need to be fucked!" The bitchy wolf demanded, trying even there to move his hips to realize his wish; he was probably being driven crazy for having a huge cock in him still for a long time, and the dragonhood sure didn't lose any of his hardness, since Blade had been trained well in the arts of mating.

"Give the dirty Imperial what he wants." The buff sea mammal whispered in his hear, while slowly thrusting his cock out of his ass to give him room. The mage warrior just waited the moment when only the tip remained, moving his hips so that his cock retreated from the tight tailhole of the wolf; the orca followed his movement, not letting any more of his dick inside, then suddenly thrusting his length back in the draconian ass.

The dragon huffed for the sudden intrusion, but didn't stand still to get stuffed: he pushed forward, penetrating the canine in front of him until his black orbs slapped against the furred bottom, the Imperial getting the combined thrusting strength of two warrior. Not surprisingly, he moaned as a bitch in heat, pressing himself against the scaled crotch, wanting more and more.

And more he got. Knowing how thing would go, Blade built a slow pace, where he let the orca's cock get out of his ass before he did the same, then thrusting forward with the cetacean. He couldn't lie to himself: it was feeling good, and hot, and he totally had forgotten the crowd around him, screaming and crying and probably pleasuring themselves in public.

The dragon focused only in fucking the hot ass in front of him and getting the hard rod in him, receiving two contrasting type of pleasure that alimented each other. His speed increased with the sensation, soon moving his hips faster to thrust himself in the wolf and impale his ass on the orca's erection.

The Sea-farer chuckled, stopping his motion but still keeping his smooth paws on the scaled hips, so that now all the work in the fucking was up to Blade. The dragon didn't really mind it and went with it, laying over the wolf's back to have a better angle of attack, his drool dropping on the gray fur as he fell into a frenzy.

Pushing back to get the big cock in his ass... Pushing forward to fuck the lupine's hole... And then again and again and again. That was all that matter for him, all of his world, bringing back memories of his clan, when he had mated with his companions, connecting with their souls and bodies.

But there was no love here, no growing respect, just hard, trained muscles slapping against each other as they fucked roughly among growls and moans. His seed had begun to churn in his balls, a sign that he was getting closer and closer to spill it in the dirty Imperial, and from the squirming of the wolf he knew that his fuck toy wasn't too far from it either.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" The wolf cursed loudly, feebly trying to push back with his hips, but being overwhelmed by the feeling of being fucked by a draconian cock. Pressing himself even more, Blade delved his head down, biting hard the lupine's neck, asserting his complete dominance on the weaker male.

That was too much for the Imperial. Barking shamefully as a dog, the lupine's ass clenched hard on the dragon tool as his owner came without touching himself, just from the act of being taken. Blade thrust himself in again, standing still to ride the vibration of a squeezing hole, hoping that the orca took the hint.

Luckily, he did, because as soon as he stopped the thrusting he felt the big warrior behind him moving again, resuming his duties as the one deep in the dragon's ass. Each pounding pressed that cock against the special place every male had, and by the moans and clicks he heard above him the orca was getting equal pleasure out of the situation.

Blade couldn't resist for long, not with a hole around his cock trying hard to milk it and one black rod plowing his ass with passion. Releasing the wolf's neck, he stood again, throwing his head behind to let out a roar of pleasure, his orgasm coming upon him powerfully, his seed filling the Imperial and marking him as his bitch.

In the daze of his cumming, the young dragon felt a paw caressing his cheek, inviting him to turn. He did just that, and found a pair of leathery lips pressing against his own, a tongue asking to enter his muzzle. He let the orca have it, kissing him back has the black and white hips moved against his back, sharing such an intimate gesture with the foreign.

The unnamed orca moaned and clicked in the kiss, then pressed his crotch flush against the dragon, his cock fully in the tailhole as it filled it with salty cream. The kiss marked that, unlike with the wolf, the orca viewed Blade as an equal, two warriors sharing a bonding moment; or so he hoped was the case, as he felt his ass being full of orca spunk.

The loud voices and cheers came back now that the action was over, reminding him of where he was. Breaking the kiss, the orca parted from him and stood up, Blade mimicking the other immediately after, even with his legs being weak after the mating. The wolf almost collapsed now, but his two companions grabbed him before he fell face first on the sandy floor, easing him up.

"O Valiant warriors! You may now leave the arena!" The Emperor's voice was welcomed now, Blade feeling too exhausted to hate him. Still half carrying the wolf, he walked toward one of the exits with the orca, dragging his nude form through the great expand.

The Master of Warriors welcomed them, his thin lips pierced in a pleased expression, like he just got some cream.

"The match quite pleased His Imperial Highness, you have done well." The cat spoke to them, rubbing his paws together.

"That is a great honor, Master." The orca replied, bowing slightly to the smaller male. Blade didn't do the same, but his lack of respect wasn't noticed by the almost purring cat.

"You may go and relax now. Bring Gladius with you Grittix, he is going to share your quarters from now on." The Master instructed the cetacean, already leaving them to attend his other duties, leaving the naked warriors alone.

"... What did he just say?" The dragon asked in disbelief, turning to look at the orca over the passed out wolf.

Grittix grinned at him, the smile lighting up his usually serious expression. "The Master likes to have his best warriors together. To ... enhance their relationship and bring even better match and mating before the Emperor."

"So... I will train and..." The dragon trailed off, not wanting to rush to conclusions.

"And mate, yes. Don't worry, Perrinus will be there too, he really enjoy being beaten and fucked. As all Imperials." The grin grew wicked, more so when he saw the growing hard on of the dragon.

"I will enjoy that. Lead the way." Blade said, looking forward to unleash his frustration against the Empire on the unfortunate wolf.