DEE

The ringleader comes to fetch me early in the morning. Vadnar hesitates to let me go, but I insist I want to meet the women and establish their trust. He relents and threatens our keeper to return me unharmed.

I give him a reassuring smile as I walk away, feeling somewhat guilty for withholding my other plans.

"We meet the coordinator first," the ringleader says once we exit the cells.

"Who?"

"He organizes the arena events. He's a royal. Now keep walking and shut up."

A royal? I knew the monarchy doesn't care to save the gladiators from slavery, but I can't believe they're participating in their torture.

I follow the ringleader to the arena, the black sand seeping into my sandals. There, I see a male wearing a pure white robe and a drop forehead gold chain. It's shaped like a wishbone; a crown.

"Here she is!" Says the ringleader.

The coordinator looks up from his parchment, his eyes sparking with interest. "She is hideous!" He grins. "Good. Where did you find her?"

"With a master. Don't know much about her."

"It's of no consequence. She's here now, and she will certainly be put on display. I must work out the price of admission. Bring her to me tomorrow." He returns his eyes to his parchment, dismissing us.

"Can I meet the women now?" I ask the ringleader as he leads me away. "And you agreed to get me a private room with—"

"Yes, yes, you greedy animal. I know what I agreed to. You can meet the whores now," he huffs.

He leads me to the women. There are only three in the room. All beautiful and dressed in fine gowns. They scowl at me, and I find no courage to introduce myself. I just stand by the door, waiting to be taken out of my misery.

They don't start a conversation, and it's clear I'm unwelcome here.

Defeated, I follow the ringleader back to my cell.

— —

Vadnar knows something is up with me. As we approach the room that the ringleader prepared for us, he glances at me. The guards get uneasy, suspecting that he's plotting something.

For now, he'll believe my lie that the meeting with the entertainers didn't go well. He has no idea about the humiliation I endured on the arena. I won't tell him, either.

We all need to have our secrets, especially if they're for survival. Vadnar has proven himself to have a short circuit, and I don't want to find out what will happen when he realizes that I was paraded like a freak.

We're led to two tall, wooden doors. Excitement sparks in me. Vadnar has no idea what I'm planning to do, and there's something thrilling about the power that gives me. After endless days in this infernal prison, I finally have some control.

One guard opens the door, revealing a room with a bed, bathtub, and a single wooden chair. It's simple, but much better than our cell.

Vadnar looks around as he enters. He suspects nothing yet, convinced he was given this special room for his performance in the arena.

One guard removes his restraints as another holds a weapon steady, ready to attack. The door is shut and locked behind us, and we're finally alone.

There's no need to drape a blanket over the cells this time. The stone walls will conceal the sins that will stain them.

I feel my face heat, and I fan myself with my hand as I look around. I'm so anxious I don't know how I'll find the strength to make the first move.

"You are hot?" Says Vadnar. "You should have let the tub water cool off."

If only he knew he's the one responsible for this.

"I—I'm alright."

"Come. Sit on the bed." He takes my hand and leads me. Then, he sinks beside me and fans me with his hand as he rambles about how I might faint and how he should have noticed.

My eyes lock on his firm, taunt bicep as it flexes. Vadnar is perfect. He's hard in muscular places I can't look away from, and soft in places that make me shut my eyes tight—his luscious lips, and those velvet cocks.

He doesn't wear a shirt in the cells because our kidnappers don't give us enough clothes. Having constant access to his chest is perhaps the only benefit of this place. I'm a horrible woman for thinking this, and that's just the thing. I'm faulty in many ways, while he continues to awe me with his perseverance and kindness. I want to make it up to him.

With my heart at my throat, I pull myself up by his bicep. I swing a knee over his lap to straddle him, and press our lips together.

He's stunned. Frozen in place as fire rages within me. In the arena, he's unstoppable and unfazed. But my kiss debilitates him.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he wraps his free arm around my back and moves his lips. Our kiss is tentative and tender as we explore for the first time. His tongue swoops into my mouth naturally, like he has practiced the motion many times in his dreams.

I know I have.

Our lips mold together. Shifting like waves in an ocean, and it feels so perfect I don't notice I'm rocking my hips until his moan fills my mouth.

I don't stop. With my hands set on his broad shoulders, I ride him, more desperate for friction than I am for freedom. And that's wicked. But Vadnar knows how to turn me into a different woman. A desperate, wanton woman who is so in love with his soul and body I want him to fill me with both cocks to be connected to him.

"Dee," he groans my name, his hands sliding down to my skirt to squeeze my ass. "If you don't stop..."

I do what he asks for. I stop. I slide off him, watching his expression fall with disappointment, before roaring when I drop to my knees and pull at the ties of his pants.

His jaw clenches and unclenches. Speech has become harder now that instinct has taken over. He's wilder now. I can tell by how his fingers are twitching in desperation for my skin.

I struggle to reach his cocks. They are so erect they stretch the pants tight. But after a few seconds, I free one. I don't even take time to admire the crimson, pulsing cock. I fill my mouth with it, pulling his tip inside and tracing the veins that wrap around it like a secret message. A warning, perhaps.

Vadnar's knee bounces and he grips the sheets beside him. I pucker my lips, repeating what I learned he enjoys the last time he stuffed my face. I swallow as much as I can, my gag reflex fighting my desire. I'm a determined woman. Pulling him further with every suck, wetting his cock until his base is his pooled with my saliva.

I'm not sure of what I'm doing, but my lust is a great instructor.

Vadnar loses control, entangling one hand in my hair as he guides my head. He groans whenever his cock throbs in my mouth, the sound filling the room.

He's close. I can tell he's about to cum, so with his cock still in my mouth, I rise and remain bent at the waist as I pull my skirt down.

I continue sucking as I shove my skirt to my ankles. When I move to straddle him, his growl of frustration fills the room. He doesn't hurt me—he never could, but his cock pulses like never before.

I straddle him quickly to hide my sex, tensing when my hot, bare pussy touches his cock.

We stare wide-eyed, unbelieving of what's happening. I move my hips, stroking the fire. My sex clenches, and I'm sure that my wetness is smeared on his lap.

Vadnar's fists tremble from how hard he grips the sheets. He's letting me take the lead, and that makes me want him even more.

I reach between us, gripping him in my hand and propping myself up to press him against my entrance. His head is so big that my struggle is instant, so for the next few minutes I dance. My hips circle, trying to wedge him further inside. The friction has me throwing my head back, craving more. I sit on the first inch, and then two more, and I'm already so full.

That seems to be enough for Vadnar. With both hands at my waist, he takes my weight and lifts me. Fucking me with his first few inches. Training my pussy to take all of him.

His strokes caress my walls, the pleasure steady and constant. And it's his bulging biceps that make it all the sexier because I know he could lift me and drop me on his cock for hours without breaking a sweat. He is unstoppable.

He moves one of his hands to rub my clit, knowing how that drives me crazy. With my pussy stretched with cock, my fantasy of being fucked in both holes, and his eager fingers, I don't realize I'm orgasming until I croak a moan and my pussy flutters around his dick.

Vadnar fucks me faster, his head tossed back as he yanks me on his cock like a rag doll. And I love it. I couldn't be happier with my breasts jolting, my hair bouncing, and my alien lover lost in my cunt.

He groans, and warmth explodes inside me. That is when I realize Vadnar's cum is dripping out of me.