12. The Arena Revisited

*See chapter 00. Intro and chapter descriptions*

The sun glares down heating the hard packed earth beneath my feet. I stood before the gates closed yet before me, hearing the roaring inside, almost the entire horde was in there waiting.

Outwardly I was calm and still and my breathing controlled, but inside I was nervous, something bordering on fear. I had spent the previous night with only Melee; we had left the encampment and stayed on the edge of the forest only an hour from this spot. I had wanted to be alone thinking it would help ease my nervousness but it hadn't, and now the gates were ready to open and the roar from inside was getting louder.

As I said, the sun was glaring down and already the hard packed sand was hot on my bare feet and my body, tho barely clothed, was heating up as well; it was only late morning, the sun not reaching her zenith yet.

"Mistress? Are you well? Are you ready?"

Melee was concerned since my demeanor had been quiet since we woke at dawn and began preparing me for what was to come, this Orc ritual that arose from a more brutal time, but now was to make me Queen of the Orc.

I comforted myself with the thought that I was changing what came before, what this place and this public ritual used to mean and what it meant now. How before the women brought here under armed guard, exposed to the Orc horde, shown like cattle to be picked and chosen against their will, and either forced on the spot or ejaculated upon, receiving a flooding cum bath unwanted and claimed by conquering masters for slavery or breeding, or simply to provide entertainment until their masters grew bored and weary with them.

Certainly these practices have been long dead, mostly. Public claimings were now mostly done in a camp before those who mattered, and except in rare cases always mutual. And markings never happened excepting myself, which I asked, nay begged, for. Zyre even asked if this indeed was my will, to return to this place and be claimed by him before all; indeed it is my will, even if now my nerves betray me.

But this place, this arena has not seen a willing claiming; only forced. The last forced claiming by a hegemon happening over a hundred years ago, before Zyres' father; ever since the Orc leaders taking willing consorts in the midst of their own camps, among their own. Of course there was the threat to me and Melee just a short time ago, but it feels like ages even if the memory still remains fresh.

Now I second guess myself. Being claimed within the camp seems easier, simpler, with less eyes upon me, and perhaps would feel less like a spectacle. But for him, for the sake of his hegemony, his rule, and as his consort and shortly the Queen of the Horde, I insisted upon the spectacle. I want to show them all that I am one of them, that I embrace this life.... but there will be changes, and never again will this place be associated with rape and humiliation; no, it will be the place where Queen's are crowned and women take their place to rule.

"Mistress?"

"Nay Melee, give the consort her time, there is no rush. The ritual will not take long, and the feasting will go on for days. Take your time Mistress Analea, but on your word."

"Give the order Gilead, raise the gates."

Gilead gave his command and two large orcs pulled open the huge oak doors and the deafening roar of the horde inside washed over me as they each pulled on large thick chains raising the iron gate.

As it was done in the past I insisted it be done today. I walked into the arena with Melee on one side and Gilead on the other, only they were holding ceremonial staffs instead of weapons and I was not in chains, nor stripped, but close. All I was wearing was a tight short cotton tunic, light and thin, that barely covered my chest and did not drop below my thighs. Beneath that a black leather brazier again barely covering anything and a thin piece of leather riding up over my hips covering my entrance, clothing easily removed; my silver hair was loose and flowing down my back and over my shoulders. Before entering the arena I stripped the cotton tunic from my body and gave it to Melee.

Stepping thru the portico and into the arena itself, flanked by Melee and Gilead my ears were greeted by great shouts and roars, feet and spear ends began stomping into the ground as I made my way to the center, I could hardly believe my own eyes.

The last time I was here there were but a hundred orc gathered to see what Syrte would have done, now there were thousands, and not all of them orc. I saw Cyllian and Deniera and those half elves and elves that were with them, tho they were a distance away. My discomfort was growing.

Roaming in a wide circle around the grounds were six direwolves, Zyres' pack of course, and Tiamat came near and sniffed and muzzled me, I gave her a scratch before waving her off and they continued to circle, snarling and growling at the crowd.

In the center was made a dais, raised on tiered platforms and upon that a thick pile of furs and skins. So that is where this is going to happen, where I will be claimed and taken, where I will first know a man inside me.

There was a gate opposite from where Melee and Gilead escorted me and we stopped near the center of the open space and two more orcs began opening those doors at a nod from Gilead before Zyre pushed against them himself, flinging them wide. His huge form stood there for a moment, his musculature rippling beneath his pale green skin, his hair top knotted, and wearing nothing but his loin clothe and his black bands on his wrist with silver studs.

He strode towards me with confident steps, looking about the arena and the horde gathered to witness. Gilead and Melee raised their staffs in a bid for silence and on que the wolves howled and roared at the crowd. Zyre stalked back and forth twenty paces from where I stood waiting for the crowd to fall silent, then he spoke with his deep roaring voice.

"I AM ZYRE HEGEMON OF THE ORC! I CLAIM THIS WOMAN AS MY OWN, MY CONSORT AND YOUR QUEEN! ARE THERE ANY WHO DARE CHALLENGE ME!"

His voice and words rumbled like thunder echoing throughout the arena and all remained silent. He let out a mighty roar and growl like a war cry and the arena erupted; again spears and feet were slammed and stomped upon the ground shaking the arena, Zyre thumped his strong and chiseled chest and turned to face me, his eyes burning orange with lust, his member huge and hard even under his loose loin clothe, I felt the heat in my own body and my own eyes burned yellow with want.

I heard his low orcish growl of lust as he turned to face me fifteen paces away and behind me about another twenty the raised dais, Melee and Gilead still to either side of me as guards used to be to the captives in the past. Zyre made long strides towards me covering the ground between us quickly, and although I wanted this, my own want and desire overwhelming me, it would wait just a little longer. All here were gathered to witness my claiming and be entertained, then I would give them entertainment. With all the traditions of the past here being upheld and changed, there was one more I would honor: the women who fought back.

My timing had to be perfect, tho I did not know what Zyre had in mind, his long quick stride was closing the ground between us quick and I had to act.

I turned to Melee and took the staff from her hand and pushed her aside. Quickly I sprang forward and low surprising Zyre and catching him off guard in mid stride. I planted the staff between his strong thick legs and threw my weight behind it, throwing him off balance he stumbled forward almost landing on his knees; I tumbled forward pulling the staff behind me, rolled, and landed in a crouch, staff held out before me, waiting.

He turned to face me, eyes glowing orange and he actually laughed with that orcish grin.

"YOU MAY CLAIM ME HEGEMON IF YOU CAN!"

He could see by my face what I meant and if he had been confused my yellow glowing eyes gave me away. He didn't respond to me, not a word, he simply reached his hand behind him to a shocked and startled Melee and Gilead, never taking his eyes off me and my heaving chest on full display before him.

"Gilead..."

He handed Zyre his staff and he snapped the elaborately carved head from it and approached me slowly, stalking in a half circle before me much like when we sparred at our arrival in his encampment.

I snapped the head off my own staff with a quick strike on the hard ground, charged him as he waited, grinning and laughing. We parried and thrust staff on staff, landing body blows but nothing harmful, there would be bruises later but whatever hurt was caused wouldn't match the pain I knew I would feel soon.

My speed offset his strength for a time. I made my attack and tumbled and rolled out of the way avoiding his grip if not always his staff which he used almost only to parry the thrust of my own, of course I knew he was playing with me and only waiting for his opportunity to strike.

The horde was in a full uproar, almost loving a fight as much as sex, or watching a woman being fucked by one of their own. The roars and growls and orc 'barking' echoing across the arena, especially when one of us got the better of the other. They seemed to enjoy seeing their hegemon being challenged and even held off and certainly I was enjoying it as well, besides it was a distraction, something else to focus on other than what I knew was going to take place and wanted; it was the thought of being watched by so many that I found... intimidating. But this fighting, this sparring, was helping, as was just watching him move; how his musculature rippled, his sweat dripping down his skin, his fluidity of movement for his size and bulk, how his eyes blazed not with fury but lust for me, knowing he enjoyed this as much as I, even if we didn't speak this whole time.

But enough is enough and Zyre became aggressive. Instead of waiting for me to attack, he pressed me with his strength and the sound of echoing staffs rang out loud and quick as he pushed into me making me defend and lose ground, backing away while parrying his blows.

Our staffs locked, our faces close; he looking down snarling and growling, me looking up bracing and locking my legs, grunting, holding against his strength as best I could, but it was seconds only. He pushed hard and I tumbled back, using the momentum I rolled and flipped, staff held out before me but low. When I recovered he was already there, covering the ground between us while I rolled. He brought his foot down with a mighty thud and snapped my staff in two, tossing his aside now he reached for me but I spun away with a leg sweep but he was waiting for it. He caught my leg and held it firm, the horde exploded in roars, I kicked with my free leg but to no avail and I could not wiggle free; I was not quite ready to yield yet and kept up my struggle, pushing myself backward, still kicking with my foot thinking I might yet get free. I would not yield to him, no matter how much I wanted to, my pride would not let me. But it was all over, I could not get free of his grip on my calf, and it wasn't long before he had the other in his grip.

I soon gave up the struggle, one leg in each of his huge strong calloused hands, spread before him on the ground. The little clothing I had was already falling off; straps down my pale blue shoulders practically exposing my ample chest; the leather piece covering my entrance pushed to the side, one strap already off my hip. I was covered in sweat and dust, my long hair disheveled and a mess, his loin cloth long gone lost in the dust.

He stood but for a moment his grip on my legs firm and tight looking at me on my back beneath him, his huge manhood fully erect and I gave up my struggle letting my body relax waiting to see what he would do next.

In one swift move he pulled me forward, released my legs, leaned over me and grabbed me by my waist, lifted me and pulled me tightly to him, my feet off the ground. His huge arms wrapped around me pressing my body against his own; his hands slid beneath me, he hoisted me higher, my legs wrapped around him and my arms on his broad shoulders. When he settled me where he wanted me I realized why he hoisted me the way he did; he had positioned me above his iron hard shaft. I gasped as I felt his head press against me, pushing in, he almost entered me. I felt my lips part at his pressure, the leather piece half pressing in, keeping him out, but only half. I hated that little triangle of leather more than anything at that moment.

The arena exploded in noise; the growling of thousands of orcs, snarls, the short barks, the howling and roaring, but at that moment nothing but background noise to me, my focus entirely now upon him, upon finally taking him, having him in me. Now he would be mine and I, his.

"Hehe does the elf princess finally yield to the hegemon?"

He was moving, carrying me quickly like he carried nothing; he never broke stride, never slowed his pace.

"Ahhhh... you are no hegemon yet. You have yet to truly claim your consort. An orc princeling still."

The words and our personal joke were hard to get out; his pressure against my gate, pushing in with every step made it difficult, I admit, our words only to each other, none could hear.

"Ha! Not an elf princess for long, but soon an Orc Queen."

I hadn't thought about where we were and I never noticed in him carrying me his going up the dais, the feeling of his huge shaft trying to enter me, the effect it had upon my body, my mind consumed by that feeling and thought. As soon as the word 'Queen' was in my ear Zyre leaned forward, his hands and massive arms to either side of me, his hips and waist pressed between my thighs pushing them apart, spreading me beneath his weight, and I was laying upon the pile of furs upon the dais in the very center of the arena.

My breathing was heavy and quick, my chest heaving, my hands on his arms, fingers gripping his wrists. One hand came up and he ripped my chest covering off tossing it aside freeing my breasts. He leaned against me more, his hard cock no longer pressing against my lips but resting on my stomach, twitching, I felt it's heavy weight on me, my hips pressed up against him; I could not control my body's reaction to him nor did I wish to.

"I claim you Analea, for mine. My consort. My Queen."

I looked in his burning orange eyes, watched his chiseled chest breathing short shallow breaths, felt the tension in his arms and saw it in the rest of his body; I could take no more, not wait another moment.

"Zyre, hegemon of the Orc horde, give me all of it, I care not how it hurts; claim me, take me and give it to me. Let all know, claim me for real, every inch of it. Fuck me like the orc you are."

He stood straight looking upon my body beneath him; my open legs, my lips parted with my short breaths, moans already escaping me, sweat on my brow and my cleavage making my pale blue skin glisten in the hot sun. His burning orange eyes roamed my body but his hands, his strong hands stayed firm gripping my thighs, but only for a moment. He moved, positioned himself, grabbed the thin strap that still hugged over one hip and tore it off, flinging it away. Instinctively my hips moved up to him, his girth now spreading my lips, riding between them and taking my liquid on his shaft. The anticipation was killing me, my moans and breaths quickened. I moved my hips trying to get him in me, wanting him in me, needing him in me. My face lifting to see, to watch, my back already arching, pushing into him, my fingers gripping his arms, nails digging into his leather like skin; my body was begging him for it, for him to give it to me.

Zyre grabbed my hips, pushed against me, spreading me open more, he took himself in hand placing his soft head against me, I pushed against him, his head entered me, splitting my lips apart, I squealed, he took my thighs in his hands again, gripping me hard, he threw his head back and roared a mighty roar and pulled me into him and he thrust hard and deep inside me.

"ROOOOOOAGHHHHH!"

"AHHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!!!"

My nails dug into his skin, my head flung back, the pain, the pain was excruciating. My legs tried to open more, his massive cock split me open and even tho it felt like he was tearing me my body grabbed him pushing against and wrapping around his thrusting shaft, pulling him in me; it felt like my body's resistance was a trap only to take him deeper.

"Ahhhh ahhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!!"

I came hard in spite of the pain his fucking into me caused, my fluids pouring out of me, squirting around him and dripping out of me. Zyre's grunting grew more intense, his thrusts harder but more rhythmic; his calloused hands gripped and squeezed my hips pulling me back to him as every thrust into me pushed me back and away. I braced and took hold of his wrists to either side of me and pulled myself up looking over and between my naked breasts bouncing and shaking, teeth clenched and watched as long as I could his hard girth entering me over and over; it almost caused more pain to watch it, almost as thick as a man's wrist spreading, stretching, sliding inside me, slipping in and out, wet and glistening with my juices but I could not for long, his taking me was rough and fast and hard, my body wouldn't allow me control, my back wanted to arch and my hips pushed against him wanting more, wanting him deeper; he was being 'gentle' for an orc and not filling me completely; when I could hold myself up to see he was only half inside me. I was disappointed but grateful for the mercy as well; I felt if he entered me fully I would taste it, and I wanted that too, but not now, not here.

He watched me, watched my body move to his fucking, watched my face, my eyes, my chest. Opening and closing my eyes, my face turning this way and that, my breasts moving and shaking, even watching himself enter me over and over, but it was when he looked at my face his thrusting was the deepest and hardest, his grip the strongest as his fingers pressed deep into the flesh of my thighs, his grunting and growls the loudest, his eyes burned with a greater fire.

Somehow in the midst of all this, the pain and ache, the burning thighs, my eyes seeing as my head moved to and fro the thousands watching me, us... their roars of approval, knowing they were burning with lust as well, watching their leader fuck an elf woman hard and long, watching my body lose control, my pale blue naked tits bounce and shake, my legs spread taking this pounding, my shouts and screams of both pain, oh the pain, and pleasure both, my cumming once and my hard breathing, my squeals and moans... but I was not ashamed, no, indeed it thrilled me and my excitement mounted... and with all this another orgasm was building within me, I felt my body tremble and quake, felt the pressure building within. So caught up in this I didn't notice what was happening with Zyre.

He slowed his pace, his face in almost a scowl. I looked at him confused as he slowed and looked at me. He took me from beneath grabbing my cheeks firmly in his hands, tilting my hips up to him and thrust hard, harder yet, deeper, working his shaft deeper in me... he must be all the way in me, all of him; his hands squeezed hard and jerked my body into him. He roared, head thrown back; again and again, then I felt it, his already engorged cock expanding pushing against my gripping walls, another thunderous roar then I felt it, his warm liquid exploded in me wave after wave his cum shot deep inside me, flooding my insides. Zyre came in a torrent and I felt it spreading inside me, coating me, I felt it leaking... no, spurting out around him, again and again he came inside me, it wouldn't stop, and it pushed me over as my own orgasm raged and ripped thru my body.

I felt like another, someone outside me, I heard my own screams echo thru the arena, over and over again, I couldn't stop cumming or screaming and Zyre did not relent, but kept driving into me, both taking my breath and making me scream as he kept fucking me releasing his torrent of cum in me, I felt he must be cumming in me as much as he came on me at my marking and wondered how much of his seed could my body take?

My mind was consumed, or perhaps just shut down; all I could do was live in the feeling of his girth and length inside me, spreading me, his pulsing cock his swelling head pushing against me inside, his warm cum filling and flooding me, my own orgasms washing over and thru me, then it stopped, he stopped. His thrusting yielded and became intermittent. He would hold inside me, pull back, drive back into me making me squeal and scream, release another cum burst, hold, withdraw, and do it again. Somehow during this I regained my breath if not my senses. After his ferocious fucking this intermittent fucking went on for minutes cumming in me with each hesitant thrust, so much cum, so much inside me, when eventually he stopped all together, standing above me his chest heaving deep breaths matching my own, his grunts matching my squeals and moans but he did not withdraw, no my hips kept pushing into him wanting him in me wanting to feel his cock moving within even tho my own sensitivity was more than I could bear, my body wanted more.

His hands only slowly relaxed their grip on my round ample and soft cheeks, setting me down they slid around up my hips and down my thighs which I only now realized burned and ached terribly. We looked each other in the eyes and his still burned orange with lust and I knew my own still were glowing yellow. He leaned over me his hands bracing him above me, he was still in me, still hard and still quivering, as was my own body; again he spoke words only for me to hear.

"Analea, consort and Queen, I have plowed this field and sown my seed, you are now mine."

"Zyre, Hegemon and therefore King, I have taken your seed and you within me. You and your seed are now mine and no others."

A satisfied growl and he stood straight to his full height and I felt my body finally relax and go limp now my orgasms stopped and my body stopped quivering and shaking, until he pulled out. The movement in me caught me by surprise, especially since he pushed in me again and with his withdrawal I came just a little more and missed him in me feeling empty.

He turned and surveyed the arena around us and roared again and the thousands of the horde gathered there erupted in response while I lay there trying to move but my legs ached and had tightened up and his cum came rushing out of me, pouring and leaking out from between my legs; a river of Zyres' cum gushing out of my now, and for the first time, 'plowed field'.

Zyre looked to me but I shook my head knowing what he was thinking and found the strength to push myself up and rise next to him, for the first time allowing myself to look about; all the faces howling and roaring, war cries, battle shouts, all signs of approval from the horde. All this while very aware of the white sticky fluid still leaking, dripping, running down my legs; how much could there be?

Before I could get too caught up in the thought Zyre grabbed me and scooped me off my feet, not unlike the last time I was naked and exposed in this arena, only this time I had been taken, entered, fucked, seeded and came in, but all too willingly. He must have known what I was thinking or remembered the same.

"Ha! It was not so long ago and not so different."

"Haha it was not so long ago tho it seems a lifetime but it is very different and gratefully so."

"Hmmm. Yes and no. I will make it a little less different."

"And how is that Zyre?"

"You live my Queen, my love."

I confess I knew not how to react or what to say as he set me upon my feet now we were descended from dais, and could only muster this.

"And I will ensure our return to the encampment shall be very different from our last from this place. My love."

"Hmmm good, I am not done with you yet. But on my mark, with power now."

Zyre stepped several paces in front of me, planted his feet, stood his full height of over seven ft, breathed deep expanding his chest, flexed his massive arms, roaring again and again. He stomped his foot into the ground cracking the dried hard compact sand beneath and I felt it, the rumble of thunder in the earth on a cloudless day. He smashed his fist into the ground and his skin went black like coal, his eyes fire red, he bellowed again, louder now, deep like rumbling thunder, louder than ever before.

"I AM ZYRE! I AM YOUR HEGEMON!"

Roars in response; weapons brandished in the air, some struck each other clanging iron on iron; chests were thumped, feet stomped, war and battle cries shouted throughout the arena.

"CONSORT TO THE HEGEMON! YOUR QUEEN! ANALEA, QUEEN OF THE ORC! KNEEL! KNEEL! KNEEL!"

I closed my eyes and saw in my mind what I wanted to do, standing straight my head fell back, arms outstretched I felt the heat take me, my skin began glowing, eyes burning amber. I felt the halo of light surrounding me, the translucent golden wings protruding from my back. I allowed the heat and light to radiate from me but not escape; a true test of control indeed. My wings spread and I felt my feet leave the ground as I levitated just above Zyres' massive shoulder. Every orc, every body in the arena dropped and knelt before us, one and all.

Zyre turned himself slowly facing all in the arena and I spun in a slow circle still above him in the air, the shouts grew louder wherever we faced and we let the pride of the horde wash over us before I noticed Zyre returning to his usual form and I followed suite withdrawing my heat and light back within me, gently setting my feet back upon solid ground just as my skin returned to it's pale blue standing next to him.

Zyre signaled to Gilead who then retrieved Gorlung and Tiamat to us, and to the orcs at the gate I entered that day to raise the iron bars; Melee approached trying to control her grinning and handed me the linen shirt I removed upon entering. I slipped it on and Tiamat was at my side crouching for me to mount, Zyre waiting upon Gorlung already. I was worried I could not, unsure if my legs would spread enough to mount a dire wolf's back, but I found my heat had done wonders to dull my ache and pain, not only in my thighs and legs but other parts of me as well.

I lept upon her back and took hold of her thick fur, Zyre looked and I nodded that I was ready. One last war cry from him and a kick of our heels and the wolves leapt and ran at full pace out of the arena and towards our encampment.