SEEDING MIDNIGHT, PART FOUR


Relan didn’t know what exactly was going on, or what the penalty for defeat was, but he knew it couldn’t be good.  It was strange, he thought,  as he watched the Half-Orc circling, about to make her move,  he had fought orcs and their kin dozens of times on the surface, and had always been confident he would triumph before. But in this strange new place, where sex was a weapon, a toy, and a vital tool in some byzantine power-plays, he found himself completely off balance, simply trying to react, keep his head above water without drowning.
He scanned the arena, but found there were no advantages. It was a bare, stone space. To his right, a thick wall decorated with friezes of sexual combat, and to his left, a circle of long tables, dozens of drow noble-women and their servants and guards all watching, with mounting excitement.  Ahead was a thick door, barred and flanked by Drow guards. Behind him was the Annex where other slaves like him waited to enter this strange game, and more guards. 

No sooner had he completed his quick assessment of his surroundings, when Golgathia leapt at him, like a sexual leopard, silent, powerful and inescapable. He tried to dodge, but she was faster, and he was pinned to the ground, her vice-like thighs wrapping around his head, burying his face in the thick scent of her musk. He coughed and spluttered, as she ground into him, her sexual juices flowing all over his nose and into his mouth. She had a powerful taste, raw and animalistic, but he realised mixed in with her juices was also the salty, gloopy taste of Centaur semen.

He was almost sick from the revelation. Golgathia whispered down to him, perhaps sympathetic. “Swallow it. Swallow it all, or it will destroy you.”
He wasn’t sure why she would be trying to help him in this game, but he followed her advice anyway. He began to lap at her sex, letting her fluids run freely down his throat, semen and vaginal juices both. He tried to block out the taste, and focus on what was in front of him. Her powerful aroma assailed him, and he felt the magic of his collar reacting, arcane energies surging forth as he licked her folds, his tongue slithering over her clit. He felt his cock rising, runes glowing as his blood flowed, and the lust-frenzy that had overtaken him in his Mistress’s bedroom descending over him.
Immediately he felt invigorated, and he knew what he had to do. He gripped both her thighs with his hands, and with a mighty shove, reversed their position, throwing her onto her back, hurling himself up from the floor and down. She was still wrapped firmly around him, but now she was looking up at him, surprised. He greedily reached out to her breasts, his hands barely able to cover her orbs. He began to massage and caress them, his fingers running and pressing deep into her quivering flesh. Breaking his mouth free of her vice-like cunt, he gasped for air, his hands acting on instinct, groping and rolling her breasts, playfully squeezing and tweaking her sensitive nipples, causing her to shudder a little.  A weakness, perhaps? He thought. She seemed to have iron control over her vaginal muscles, but perhaps her breasts...

He tried to stand upright, straining against the press of her powerful legs around his neck, keeping him kneeling, and the weight of the rest of her body dragging him forward. He strained against this powerful lock, but despite his impressive reversal, he could not break free.  His own cock was hardening, and he realised that if he didn’t gain control of the situation soon,  the lust-frenzy would overwhelm his self-control, and she would be able to milk him dry, before her own release had been achieved. 

The Drow cheered and called out, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Thrali watched, concerned, hoping that Relan would triumph, desiring to help, but seeing no way to aid him. The Drow were not watching her as closely as they could be, however. She whispered to the Matroness’s Daughter, who she had been attending. “Milady, I will be back with more wine for you.” 

“Mmm? Yes, of course.” The daughter seemed distracted. Virgin she may be, but even she was entranced by the sexual gladiators before her, and her hands curled and uncurled, as if she was desperate to use them to pleasure herself, but didn’t wish to be seen doing so in public. Most other drow did not have such restraint, and one fat noble-woman had ripped open her top, her huge breasts jiggling free, as her own hand-maidens licked and sucked at her huge dark nipples, their slender hands caressing her giant breasts with ease.

Bowing out, Thrali slipped away, heading to the sex-slave’s annex. A guard stopped her. “Hold it, wench. No new entries allowed once the game’s begun. And you don’t look like much of a sex-slave to me.”
“My Matron sent me. I’m to help prep her slaves in anticipation of the next round. I’m fully experienced in oral regeneration.” She said, coyly. It was partly a lie, but a plan was forming in her head, a way to help Relan win. If she was caught, she risked death, but not to help the strange newcomer, she felt, would doom her in other ways.
This was a chance to prove she had autonomy again, however slim. 
“Oral regeneration, huh?  A likely story. You better prove yourself to me fast before I call the Priestesses.” The guard smirked. It was obvious what he wanted. Thrali sighed at the delay, but knew she could have even this jaded guard cumming in under a minute. She licked her lips, and knelt down, sliding away the guard’s codpiece.  She sighed, and began to work her special magic...

Relan was struggling to retain his wits. He was desperate to fuck this half-orc now, his cock having burst out from behind its loincloth, throbbing erect.  The scent of her wet, glistening pussy was all he could smell now, and she grinned in triumph, ready to proceed to the next phase. Though his constant and sensuous massaging of her breasts had weakened her, this had only caused her pussy to become even wetter, furthering her plan of enticing him.  With a sudden roar, she used her leverage around his neck to throw him down on his side, suprising him with her strength. He clung to her breasts, his tight grip only exciting the half-orc warrior more. 
She scissored open her legs, springing lightly forth, bounding up and onto his cock with a lightning movement. He might have slid out of the way, but his wits were slowing, and his instinct to fuck was taking over. She slid down his shaft with total ease, already slick and pliable from the centaur earlier.
“Ah! Aahhh! Fuuck!” He shouted, panting for breath, as she began to jack-knife up and down on him, her tight vaginal muscles contracting and squeezing with precise control. She used her free hands to try and pull his arms away from her breasts, but he simply pulled himself up, dragging her down as he did so, and kissed her. She was surprised, and he wondered briefly why kissing was so novel here in the Underdark. He locked onto her lips, surprised by how sweet her mouth tasted. She had been eating some sort of berry before she had come out, he could tell. He writhed his tongue within her, noting the texture of her fangs and teeth, surprisingly human and neat.  She began to soften, as the kiss dragged on, and she seemed unable to break free. 
As he did so, he dipped his hands to her pussy, briefly easing her off of his slick, wet cock, coating them in juices, before returning to kneading her huge breasts, the lubricant softening her further, and making her ever more sensitive. She began to quiver and moan and he began to fuck her, taking back the momentum, his hard rod ramming deep into her, thrusting and slamming, his balls slapping against her flesh.
Suddenly, bursting forth  from the Annex, was the Hobgoblin he had noticed before, his huge penis rigidly erect before him, shiningly wet, his cockring glowing with arcane energy. His eyes were wild with deep lust, and the guards lept forth to restrain him, but he bounded forward, his eyes locked on Golgathia’s rear.
The Priestesses, sensing his intent,  called the guards back, and the Noblewomen shouted their glee at this new development, many abandoning all pretense and openly jilling themselves, their fine robes becoming stained with vaginal juices. The Matron-Mother continued to watch, however, intrigued by these developments.
The Matroness’s daughter looked around, wondering where Thrali could be, and blushing at her sudden desires. A Virgin she might be, but she had long had her hand-maid use her incredible oral abilities to stimulate her own youthful needs. She noticed that the other daughters at this presentation were lewdly fondling their own pet-slaves, trying to get themselves off without penetration.

The Hobgoblin rammed into Golgathia from behind, taking her entirely by suprise, its huge shaft buried to the hilt in her shapely rear. Completely overwhelmed, Golgathia began to shudder and cry. “More! More! Ah, No! Please, I mean, stop!” Her legs grew weak , and her vice-grip on Relan now relaxed completely. 
Grinning, and sensing his chance to secure victory, survival, and orgasm all in one, he began to fuck her in rhythm with the Hobgoblin behind, as they neatly sandwiched the half-orc gladiatrix between them, pounding back and forth, her breasts quivering and well lubricated under Relan’s hands. He leaned in for one more passionate kiss, and felt her cry of orgasm, as it rocketed through her body, every muscle screaming for release. She gushed forth, a torrent of juices soaking his penis. Not long after, the Hobgoblin roared its own bestial satisfaction, cumming with explosive force in her anus, white cream trickling down from her.  Her eyes rolled back in her head, tongue lolling out, completely spent, and Relan let her flop to the ground, panting with exhaustion.
His own cock itched for release, and he desperately began jacking off, but it was no use. Arcane magic constricted down on him, and though he felt its cusp, he could not climax. 
“BOLO, THE COCK-SLAVE WINS! VANQUISHING BOTH THE CROTCH-DESTROYER AND THE SUPRISE ENTRY OF THRASH, THE GREAT SODOMISER!”  The Announcer shouted with triumph, and not without a little sexual excitement of her own, a meek goblin eating her out under the table. 

 Relan slumped to his knees, practically crying with the need for release. His Mistress strode forth, her cruel smile glowing with triumph. “No releases for you yet, slave. I have another use for you. Consider it a further reward. Business first, then pleasure.” She gloated. 
He groaned, slumping, finally abandoning his futile attempt at masturbation, though his shaft still throbbed, his balls swollen, erotic magics thrumming through his veins.

“An impressive show,  Matron Xorlarrin. Your fresh cock-slave has bested my champion, though not without some suprising help from...providence, it would seem.” The Matron-Mother smiled evilly, as she rose from her throne.
“You may claim your prize, but given the help your slave received, I demand a price. Your Daughter must lose her virginity, tonight. Indeed, let it be to this very slave here.” She pointed to Relan, to the gasps of the assembled nobility.

“You ask much-“
“Really,  Xorlarrin? I am sure if I made even a cursory investigation I could find out how the Hobgoblin escaped, and why it seemed so hell-bent on ravaging only my Half-Orc Champion. If you want the trade-rights and my finest bath-slaves, you will accept this price. I declare this a Stalemate.”
The Matron frowned, her knuckles whitening with rage, but she sighed. “Your terms are of course acceptable, High Mother.” She bowed her head, and shot an evil smile at Relan. Her eyes held all the warmth and love of a spider, planning on devouring its prey.

“Tonight, Cock-slave, you will be well rewarded indeed, it seems.”

========TO BE CONTINUED============