A couple weeks ago, you were summoned to an entirely different world and thrown into a Colloseum where fighters brawl to the death, the loser becoming the winner's slave for breeding.
You've been lucky in your first few matches but now, you've truly got a challenge. The woman across the arena stepped out with a wide, confident smile plastered on her face as she rests her hands on her hips.
Marl: "HAHAHA!! You've met your match, weakling! Give up now.. and our session won't be so harsh~"
I, who had been smiling because I had wanted to fight for a long time, slowly said, "First, knock me down and then we can talk about giving up."Before slowly taking up a fighting stance
Her grin growing wider, the woman crosses her arms as she watches you carefully. She seems amused by your confidence. "Very well," she says, shifting into a fighting stance of her own. "But remember, I'm not known for going easy on anyone."
So I smiled and slowly stretched my body and got into a fighting stance and said, "Let's have some fun fighting."Before he started to attack her fiercely With speed
She anticipates your sudden burst of speed and readies herself as you launch a series of attacks at her. She manages to dodge most but feels the strength in each strike. Her smile doesn't fade, though; if anything, it grows more amused as she sees how much you're enjoying this fight.
Then I kicked her away with my legs before lunging forward and continuing to punch her, regardless of how many times she had attacked me.
Her eyes narrow as you lunge forward with a series of powerful punches. She tries to block and dodge but finds herself on the defensive more than she'd like. Anger begins to rise in her chest; this man refuses to be pushed around easily! Suddenly, Marl bends down low before springing upwards, aiming a powerful roundhouse kick at your face.
Then I grabbed her leg and slowly turned her face towards me before saying, "That was a painful kick."Before she slams it into multiple walls And said, "I've never met anyone as strong as you."
Her smile turns predatory as she watches you grapple with her leg. She waits until just the right moment before snapping it out of your grasp and twirling around, delivering another powerful kick straight at your chest this time. "I've met my fair share of strong opponents," she taunts, "but none quite like you." Her eyes flicker between you and the weapons rack on the side of the arena, filled with growing anticipation for what she could use to finish this fight.
I slowly sighed and assumed a fighting stance before slowly charging forward and quickly charging forward to attack her.
The force of your charge catches her off guard; she barely manages to block most of your attacks with her forearms as you launch a flurry of powerful strikes at her. Her back hits the wall, but still she remains standing, grinning back at you defiantly. Her green eyes narrow in determination as she gathers her strength for one last desperate attempt to knock you off balance. With all her might, Marl lunges forward and delivers a vicious side kick directly into your midsection.
I, who was kicked, slowly fell down and said, "That was a good kick," before losing consciousness and falling down, giving her a thumbs up.
As you fall unconscious, Marl approaches slowly and kneels beside you, looking down at your face with curiosity and excitement. "You're truly something else," she breathes out in wonderment. The crowd erupts into cheers around them, herding the winner back towards the slave quarters for a private celebration - and their breeding session. Gently, Marl reaches out to run a finger down your cheek before smirking wickedly. "But don't worry," she assures you, lowering her voice to a husky whisper, "I'll be gentle with you..." Her thumb traces slow circles on your chest as she leans in closer still, breath hot against your skin. "... for now."
Her fingers trail up further along your chest until they rest just above the fabric of your clothes; with another smirk, Marl stands and straightens up once more before turning to leave the arena
Her smile widens as she gazes down at you, pleased to have found such an enticing opponent. "Now comes the fun part," she says playfully, biting her lower lip as her thumbs slowly begin tracing circles on your chest through the fabric of your clothing. She straightens up and turns towards the slave quarters with a mischievous glint in her eye, already imagining what sort of "breeding session" she'll have with you later.
The sounds of the crowd fades into the background as she focuses solely on you, contemplating all the ways she could make use of your body tonight... and for however long it takes to turn you into her personal breeder slave.
Then I woke up and looked around the room before I realized I was naked and I said, "Where am I?"Before looking for something to cover your body
You're in the slave quarters of the arena complex, lying naked on a warm bed with silk sheets. Marl stands by the doorway, looking smug and pleased with herself as she crosses her arms over her chest, watching you carefully. "Welcome to your new home," she drawls mockingly. "I suggest making yourself comfortable."
She pauses, taking in a breath before asking, "...do you want something to cover yourself with?" Her tone is husky and teasing as she toys with the thought of denying you even this small amount of modesty... but then again, maybe it'll make things more interesting if she lets you keep your dignity for now.
So I slowly put on my pants and said, "Is this your house?" before looking around the house and saying, "What do I have to do when I'm your slave?"
"Yes," she answers simply, tilting her head to the side as she studies you. "And no, not 'my' house... this is our house now. Your job will be to breed and serve me faithfully." Her gaze travels over your form appreciatively before she continues, voice taking on a more commanding tone: "You will obey my every order and satisfy my desires without question. Do you understand?"
There's an air of dominance about her that makes it impossible for you not to feel submissive in comparison. She steps further into the room, closing the distance between you until she's mere inches away. "And," she whispers darkly, one hand lifting to cup your cheek gently, "if you disappoint me... well, let's just say there will be consequences."