Chapter 44. The Arena of Savages (2)
The Arena of Savages (2)
Schwing!
A blade sharp as an awl seemed to pierce through Lucian's left chest, sending blood spraying.
Just as the glint of victory flashed in Kara's eyes—
Kwaaaang!
Lucian's longsword surged upward in a massive arc from below.
Not the sound of slicing flesh, but an explosive impact.
"Gyaaah!"
Kara screamed as she was flung into the air before crashing onto the ground.
"Ugh...!"
She groaned in pain, trying to push herself up. But then she looked down at her body and froze in horror.
Caught in the wake of Lucian's overwhelming sword energy, the leather armor and clothes she wore had been torn to shreds.
Her top was ripped open, exposing her chest, while her lower garments hung in tatters, revealing thighs and intimate flesh smeared with blood and dust.
"I won. You fought well, though."
Lucian approached, pressing a hand to the shallow wound on his chest. It wasn't fatal—he had deliberately deflected her blade at the last moment to spare her life.
"You know there's no point in continuing, don't you?"
"...!!"
Kara's face burned with humiliation—not just from defeat, but from being stripped bare before the crowd.
Her warrior's pride had been shattered.
Clutching the broken shard of her rapier, she shouted,
"If you have any honor as a swordsman... kill me here and now!"
But Lucian sheathed his sword.
"Dying is easy. Surviving is the hard part. If you're a true warrior, you'll live to seek revenge!"
The duel ended in Lucian's overwhelming victory.
Returning to the spectator stands, Lucian received congratulations from King Barkan—only to freeze at the sight before him.
"Ah, you're back! That was quite the display."
The king welcomed him while still intimately connected to his queen.
"What prize would you like for your victory? How about this girl serving me on the right? She's got a tight grip—not as good as Priestess Sophia, but her exotic looks aren't bad, eh?"
"As my spoils... I'll take that slave gladiator from earlier."
"Oh-ho... That one's a bit too precious to just give away...
Tch, but rules are rules. Just be careful—she's a wildcat."
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ngh!"
King Barkan's hips moved faster.
"Showing you this is proof of my trust. A man is most vulnerable during sex."
The king's eyes gleamed.
"So I hope you'll enjoy yourself just as I am now. Fuck in front of me. That'll seal our treaty without a hitch."
"..."
"Will you take the gladiator slave you just won? Or... perhaps your fiancée here?"
Lucian hesitated. Refusing risked offending the king and jeopardizing negotiations.
As he turned to call for the female gladiator, Sophia grabbed his sleeve.
"I... I'll do it."
"Sophia?"
"That woman is a slave—a swordswoman. She might harm you. I'd rather..."
Lucian was moved by her devotion, but another feeling surged within him—anticipation for public sex under the open sky, right beside a foreign king.
King Barkan had been curious how the count would tame the wildcat Kara, who had bested even him.
But now that the priestess had volunteered, he clapped and cheered.
"Oho! What a devoted couple-to-be! Show us!"
Lucian lifted Sophia onto his lap.
The crowd roared around them while, just beside them, the king continued fucking his queen in this bizarre spectacle.
Lucian pulled Sophia's dress up to her chest and peeled away her undergarments.
"Haah..."
A gasp escaped King Barkan's lips.
Her skin was dazzlingly white—unlike the rough women of his land.
Her pert, swollen breasts bore pink nipples that glistened faintly in the hot air.
Between her thighs, a faint golden down led to smooth, delicate pink folds.
"A pussy like that... I've never seen one in my life."
The king's gaze locked onto Sophia's most intimate place.
Though irritated by the stare, Lucian also felt a twisted pride—his woman was so desirable, even a king coveted her.
He lowered his pants and freed his hardened cock.
"Sophia, are you sure?"
"Yes... My lord. Please..."
Lucian positioned her facing him on his lap.
Sophia's plump rear settled onto his thighs, her pale legs wrapping around his waist.
But instead of embracing her, Lucian leaned back slightly, angling her exposed sex toward King Barkan's line of sight.
"Sophia. Spread."
Trembling, Sophia gripped her own thighs and obeyed.
Her glistening pink folds, already slick with arousal, were laid bare under the southern sun.
"I'm going in."
Schlup!
"Ngh!!"
Lucian's massive cock speared her in one thrust.
Sophia's head snapped back as a cry tore from her lips. Though drowned out by the arena's roar, it rang crystal clear in King Barkan's ears.
"Guh...!"
The king gripped his queen's hips harder.
Though he was still pounding her from behind, his eyes were glued to Lucian and Sophia.
The blinding whiteness of her skin, the way her tight hole struggled to take Lucian's monstrous length—it was a sight that stirred something primal in him.
The sheer depravity of a saintess being defiled was intoxicating.
"Damn... Look at that white bitch getting railed."
He yanked his queen's hair, forcing her to watch.
"Ngh! Ah...!"
Now both the king and queen stared openly as Sophia's dripping pussy swallowed and released Lucian's cock in obscene rhythm.
Lucian felt the king's lecherous gaze.
It disgusted him—yet also stoked a perverse superiority. His woman was so irresistible, even a king could only watch.
He sped up, as if to flaunt his dominance.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ah! Ah! Nngh! My lord... T-too fast...!"
Sophia's body, already wound tight from the duel and the voyeuristic spectacle beside them, was drenched and yielding to Lucian's relentless thrusts.
"Ngh! Ah! Hnngh! My lord! Everyone's... King Barkan is watching...!"
"Let them. Let them see you're mine."
The king was staring outright now.
He mechanically pumped into his queen while his pupils remained fixed on Sophia's bouncing breasts and the lewd joining of their bodies.
"Ah! Nngh! No... It's too shameful!... Ngh!"
Sophia covered her face.
Lucian gripped her hips firmly and began pistoning into her with fiery intensity.
Schlick! Schlick! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaah!"
Sophia's pale skin flushed red, sweat flying.
Her inner walls clenched madly around Lucian's cock, torn between shame and arousal.
"Fuck... You're incredible."
Watching Lucian's technique, the king accelerated his own thrusts.
"Darling! Ah! Ah! Harder! Ah!"
The queen, too, rocked her hips wildly, spurred on by the spectacle beside them.
The VIP box was filled with the heat, moans, and slapping flesh of two couples.
Even the maids watching from behind fidgeted, thighs rubbing together subtly.
"You like this? Getting fucked like a bitch in front of these savages?"
"Y-yes! I love it! Ngh...!"
Lucian whispered against her lips before sucking her tongue and driving deeper.
His cock hammered relentlessly against her cervix.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Pound! Pound! Pound!
Beside them, King Barkan's rough growl rose.
"Ugh! I'm coming! You slut!"
The king reached his limit first. Crushing his queen's breasts, he came inside her like a beast.
"Ngh! Sophia!!"
Lucian lifted her and slammed her back down onto his cock.
Deepest penetration.
Squelch! Gulp! Gulp!
"Aaaaah!—"
Sophia's body convulsed like a fish out of water.
Her head fell back, throat exposed.
Lucian's scorching, mana-rich cum flooded her womb without mercy.
Far more—and far thicker—than what the king had spilled.
In the white-hot throes of orgasm, Sophia felt her master's presence filling her completely.
Excess seed spilled between her thighs, dripping down Lucian's legs onto the arena's red sand.
"Haah... Haah..."
Lucian held Sophia close, savoring the aftershocks.
King Barkan, though spent, still panted heavily, staring at their joined bodies.
His gaze held more than lust—it was acknowledgment of Lucian as an alpha male.
As their ragged breathing slowed, the king wiped his sweat and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha! Rare entertainment indeed! Your woman's a true Meiki."
His eyes still lingered on Sophia's leaking sex.
Lucian quickly adjusted her clothes and shielded her.
Sophia buried her face in his chest, torn between shame and relief that it was over.
Under the southern sun, the VIP box reeked of sweat and sex.
This was no mere indulgence—it was another conquest, planting Eckhart's flag in savage lands.
