Arrel And The Fighting Pits - Pt. 01

"Again, Arrel!" Sari's powerful voice echoed through the stone walls of the training den, her eyes narrowing as she watched her prodigy fumble with the grip of his spear.

Arrel, sweat trickling down his neck, nodded. "I'm trying, Sari," he panted, his silver hair sticking to his forehead. The leather harness across his chest bobbed slightly with every movement showcasing his toned physique.

Sari, with a sigh, approached him, her own spear in hand. Her braided red hair swished with every step she took, and the muscles in her arms and legs flexed as she moved with the grace of a seasoned predator. She was a fierce futanari warrior that had great fame and respect in the sandy city. She looked down at Arrel, her gaze firm. "You must be quicker," she said, her voice a mix of frustration and care. "Gammon is not like the others. He will not hesitate to use his size and strength against you."

Arrel nodded.

"He is a champion of the fighting pits, and knows his strengths well. He slow, but powerful - and he knows it. You must play to yours."

They clashed again, their spears ringing out in the confined space. Arrel's quick footwork allowed him to dodge Sari's initial lunges, but she was relentless. With a wicked grin, she feigned a high attack, only to sweep her leg low, knocking his sandals out from under him. He landed with a thud, the wind knocked out of his lungs. Sari was upon him in an instant, the tip of her spear at his throat. "And what would Gammon do now?" she asked, her deep, seductive voice dripping with a hint of malice.

Arrel swallowed hard, his eyes flickering between the spear and Sari's cock, which was already beginning to harden from the thrill of victory. He knew the drill all too well. "I-I'd be at his mercy," he stuttered.

Sari chuckled darkly, her eyes gleaming with both amusement and a hint of desire. "Exactly," she said, pressing the flat side of the spearhead against his cheek. "And do you know what mercy looks like in the pits?"

Arrel's cheeks flushed, and he could feel his own loincloth tightening around his growing erection. He had always found Sari's dominance in the training sessions thrilling, despite the humiliation. "I do," he murmured, his voice strained.

Sari's grin grew wider as she lowered her spear, placing it aside. She stepped closer to him, her thick futa cock now fully erect and pushing against the fabric of her own loincloth. "Good," she purred, her hand reaching down to trace the outline of his cock. "Because I want you to understand what you're fighting for."

Arrel's eyes widened as Sari's hand found his erection, giving it a firm squeeze. He could feel his cheeks burning with both embarrassment and arousal. "S-Sari," he protested weakly, but his body was already betraying him.

With a knowing smirk, Sari pulled her hand away, reaching down to untie her own loincloth. Her cock sprang free, thick and proud, the head glistening with pre-cum. "You want to win tomorrow, don't you?" she taunted, her eyes never leaving Arrel's. "Prove it."

Arrel's own cock throbbed in response, his body aching to be filled by his battlemaster's dominance. He nodded, unable to resist the allure of her power and the promise of the intense pleasure that she always brought him, even in the face of his fear and humiliation.

Sari leaned down, her futa cock brushing against Arrel's soft cheek. "Open your mouth," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. Arrel complied, parting his lips as she guided her cock to his mouth. He took a deep breath and tasted the musky, salty precum, feeling his own cock throb even more in his loincloth.

"Good boy," she murmured, her hand on the back of his head as she began to fuck his face. Her movements were slow and deliberate, allowing him to adjust to her size and the feel of her cock sliding down his throat. Arrel's eyes watered and he gagged slightly, but Sari's grip remained firm, her hips rocking back and forth as she claimed his mouth.

Sari's hips began to move more insistently, pushing her cock deeper into his mouth. "Faster," she ordered. Arrel obeyed, taking her in deeper. She watched him, his silver hair bobbing with the motion of his head, the muscles in his neck straining as he worked to satisfy her. It was a sight she never tired of, her pupil at her mercy, her cock in his mouth.

She pulled away, her cock glistening with saliva. "On your hands and knees."

Arrel complied, his heart racing as he positioned himself like a submissive animal before her, ass high in the air. The loincloth did little to hide his shameful stiff erection.

Sari stepped behind him, her cock standing tall and proud as she admired the view of Arrel's thick ass. She reached down and tugged at the fabric, exposing his tight, hole. "You must learn to accept defeat, but also, how to take it like a true warrior."

Arrel shivered at her words, feeling a mix of dread and anticipation. He knew what was coming, had felt her claim him before, but the thought of Gammon doing the same was almost too much to bear. "I-I'll try, Sari," he managed to murmur, his voice muffled against the ground.

Sari stepped closer, her futa cock brushing against his ass and between his cheeks. She reached down, her hand caressing his cheek before sliding around to cup his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "You will not just try," she corrected, her eyes piercing into his soul. "You will win. For your pride, for your body, and for me."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Arrel felt a surge of determination. He nodded, his eyes filled with a fiery resolve that hadn't been there before. "Good," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Now, let's make sure you're ready for whatever tomorrow brings."

With a swift motion, she grabbed the base of her cock and lined it up with Arrel's quivering hole. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the inevitable. The tip of her futa cock nudged against his tight hole, the anticipation almost unbearable. Slowly, she pushed inside, her girth stretching him open. Arrel gasped, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as his body adjusted to her cock. Sari paused, allowing him to adjust, before she began to move, her thrusts starting off slow and shallow, giving him time to get used to her size.

Arrel's ass cheeks clenched around her, his body instinctively trying to resist the penetration. But he knew better than to fight it. He pushed back, meeting each of her thrusts with a soft moan, his body gradually succumbing to the delicious pressure. Sari's grip on his chin tightened, holding him in place as she picked up the pace, her cock sliding in and out of him with an increasing rhythm. He could feel the heat building - his cock begging for attention.

Sari's hips slapped against his ass, the sound echoing through the training den. She leaned over him, her heavy breasts pressing into his back, her hot breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "You like this, don't you?"

Arrel whimpered, his body shaking with the effort to hold back his pleasure. "Y-yes, Sari," he admitted, his voice shaking with need.

With a wicked chuckle, Sari released his chin and reached around to grip his erection. She began to stroke him in time with her thrusts. "Good," she purred. "Now, let's see how much you can really take."

Her hips slammed into him, each thrust pushing deeper and harder than the last. Arrel's moans grew louder, filling the training den with the sound of his submission. He felt her cock fill him completely, stretching him to the brink of pain. Sari's strokes on his cock were deliberate and precise, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of release.

He could feel his orgasm building. His body quivered, his muscles tensing as he tried to hold back the inevitable. "P-please, Sari," he stuttered, his voice strained. "I-I can't..."

Sari's eyes gleamed with a mix of pride and desire as she watched him struggle. Her own pleasure mounted. She leaned down, her voice a low growl in his ear. "Cum for me, Arrel," she ordered, her hand tightening around his cock. "Let me feel your defeat."

Her words sent him over the edge, and he came with a strangled cry, his body spasming and his hole tightening around her cock. She didn't stop, though, her thrusts growing more aggressive as she claimed his body, her own orgasm approaching. Arrel could only whimper and moan, lost in the sensation of his battlemaster's power over him. His ass clenched around her, milking her cock, urging her to fill him with her victory.

Her grip tightened around his cock. Arrel's moans grew louder, his hips bucking back to meet her punishing thrusts. She could feel him tightening around her, his muscles clenching as he approached his climax. "Cum for me, Arrel," she whispered, her voice a seductive command. "Show me how much you want to win tomorrow."

His eyes shot open, staring at the ground as he felt the overwhelming sensation build. He bit his bottom lip, his nails digging into the ground as he fought to maintain some dignity. But Sari's dominance was absolute, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. With a strangled cry, he exploded, his cum spurting onto the sweat drenched ground beneath him, the sensation weakening his entire body.

Sari watched with a mix of pride and hunger, her own need for release growing stronger by the second. She didn't let up, her strokes on Arrel's cock becoming more frenzied as she pushed him through his orgasm, drawing out every last drop of pleasure she could from his trembling form. Her own hips thrust forward with a ferocity that was almost animalistic, her futa cock plunging in and out of him like a piston.

Arrel's eyes rolled back in his head, his silver hair plastered to his forehead from sweat as he rode the waves of his climax. Sari could feel his muscles clench around her, his ass tightening and releasing in a rhythm that matched her own building orgasm.

Her own breaths grew ragged, her chest heaving as she pumped her futa cock into his welcoming, tight little hole. "That's it, take it all, my little warrior. This is what you're fighting for tomorrow."

Arrel's eyes rolled back in his head, his body trembling with each thrust. The sensation of her cock filling him was almost too much to bear, but he took it. Sari's hand tightened around Arrel's cock. She could feel her balls tightening, her body preparing to unleash her cum into him.

With a roar, Sari reached her climax, thrusting forward - her cock pulsing deep within Arrel's ass, filling him with her hot cum. Arrel's body convulsed around her, his own orgasm still lingering as he felt her claim him fully. She didn't stop, though, her thrusts slowing only slightly as she savored the feeling of her pupil's submission.

"Good boy," she murmured, her voice strained with pleasure. "And that is today's lesson."

Arrel lay there, panting, his body still quivering - laying in a sweaty mess. He felt her cock soften inside him, and she eventually pulled out, the sticky warmth of her cum spurting out of his now thoroughly fucked hole - leaving him feeling both used and satisfied.

Sari stepped back. She reached down and offered him a hand, helping him to his shaking feet. "You did well. But remember, tomorrow is the real test."

Arrel nodded.

To be continued.