Kai's Smut Stories

Your heart is thumping in your chest so hard you think it will burst out. It hurts to breath. The dusty, rotting air forms a dull yet powerful ache in your throat. The crowd's screams bombard your ears, words hitting hard than cannonballs assault you. But this was something you were used to. You are numb to it now. The screams, the stench of blood and rotting corpses littering the area and the opponent willing to do anything to drive their weapon through your chest. You take a practiced deep breath, you have done this so many times before but why now do you feel on edge? This should be no different yet there was an ich in the back of your head that you just couldn't scratch no matter what you did. You try to push it away but it still remains lurking to remind you that you could die here, today, this day, could your last.

It was only when your opponent stepped out into the coliseum that the feeling rushed to the forefront of your mind. This was why you were scared? Was that the feeling? Fear?

At this feminine fighter, one whom you believed you could easily overpower. It seems the owners had gifted you an easy match to build up your hype with the audience. A crooked grin drags the corners of your mouth into a smile. Spreading your arms and roaring at the audience, you knew this was your time of glory.

Your opponent however seemed undeterred by your theatrics and simply began to pace with an odd grace. Her female armour left much to be desired in protection and showed much to the naked eye. Her thick thighs toned with muscles that visibly moved as she raises her foot to walk but the flesh appeared jiggle with each step portraying an almost sultry side to this soldier. Meanwhile if one could get a peek under the skirt of her armour, they would quickly have to hide the bulge evident in their pants. Her asshole even from a distance seemed so tight it could tear off the dick that it consumed and a pussy so pink it appeared heated and welcoming to any guest whom may enter. Such a dichotomy plagued this woman, why was she in a place like this? You thought it must have been some mistake.

Suddenly the horn was sounded and the roar of the crowd rang out across not just the arena but the entire city. It seems you spent too long perving on your prey to prepare yourself for the countdown. No matter this should be easy right? Your lack of focus gave her precious seconds to rush at you, her sword coming crashing down towards your neck. Blinking in suprise you arrogantly, you step into her blade in an attempt to perform light parry with your spear to allow you to easily counter strike with a stab. Yet the weight behind her blade, disables you attempt and sends you crashing to the floor with you spear falling out of your hand. In a mad, instinctive panic you clutch at the only this to grab at your opponent's breastplate.

Tearing the weak and flimsy metal away, you take her with you as you fall. Opening her chest for the arena to see. You both crash to the floor in loud bang, her chest allowed to freely bounce up and down as the forces balance themselves out. The nipples stare back at you, hardening quickly at the woman's apprent arousal. They appear almost hypnotic in the way their sharpening points move, so naturally as if this was what they were made for, to be free. The beauty of it all captives you, it allows her to regain her positioning first. Her bare pussy magnetically finds its way to the fabric hiding your growing cock. The stimulation and the pressure of such a fight in an area overwhelms your opponent. In a beastly form of domination, she yanks your pants away and holds her sword just next to your throat.

You are left helpless to her whims. The feeling earlier...it must have been fear. Fear that this beastly woman would not be his last but his first, to take him in this crowded coliseum. How pathetic of a soldier are you?

You gasp as she inserts your cock into her sopping wets box, the heat inside appeared otherworldly. Your hands strain madly under the pleasure, your cock warmed in the folds of your opponent's pussy. Your breathing quickens as you try to gather yourself. But she gives you no time, jumping up and down madly on your cock, riding you in reckless abandon. The constant shifting of being squished between the folds of her pussy and horrible free air. Your cock betrayed you, twitching terribly, begging desperately to remain inside your new owner. Her groans and moans of effort as she slams down on your pelvis, threatening to shatter it under her ass as she fucks you. Gravity is under strain to hold down her flying tits as she rides you. Her sounds echo around the now silent arena as the crowd watches on in confused anticipation.

It didn't take long.

The situation, the adrenaline and that oh so perfect pussy gripping your cock gave you no choice but to quickly explode inside of her. Painting her inside canvas a seedy white, you notice her lick her lips from under her helmet. But all you can do is stare blankly. She broke you. A woman melted your mind with only her body. She stands up over you, your cock exits with a sensual pop as cum flops out of her pussy onto your thighs. She raises her arms in victory, the crowd roaring back in praise. You had lost to a pussy. Your pride shattered as you lay in your new position...under her.