Ethereum Gladiator (Chapter 4)

(Chapter Four)

Like the others, Shandel had been brought back to his red-draped room after his match. He sat with legs crossed on the soft rug in the center of the floor, staring intently at the plastic dinnerplate that rested on the rug in front of him. As always, faint moans of pleasure drifted across the space from a handful of the nearby rooms. Other captives indulging in the artificial stimulations of the NEST.

The night elf’s erect cock jutted up from his crotch, aching for release, but Shandel refused to acknowledge it. He didn’t take his eyes from the glossy grey disc before him as he forced himself to concentrate harder. A soft breeze stirred to his will, swirling the silky carpet fibers around the plate.

Shandel allowed himself a sigh of frustration. Even the air in this place was lifeless.

Sinking into a long-practiced meditation, he reached deeper into the spark of azerothian life within himself and poured all the force of his mind into making the air move. The breeze picked up, rustling the rug and caressing Shandel’s damp skin. His manhood, which had begun to soften, was tickled back to full hardness.

But the plate moved.

It wobbled up off the floor and began to spin with the air that lifted it. Shandel allowed himself another sigh. He was so nearly powerless in such an artificial environment. It took everything he had just to lift the lightweight plate in his summoned cyclone. Back home, he’d once tossed a full-grown ogre into a rock overhang hard enough to crack its skull. He could still heal small hurts, but the ethereal’s devices could do it more reliably. Elune’s fire, his spirits of bear, of cat, of bird and the rest, all were unreachable. If he reached into himself as he’d done to float the dinnerplate, he could still make green lightning dance on his fingers strongly enough to slightly annoy a small child.

The night elf closed his eyes and released his tenuous hold on the air in his room and the floating plate fell to the floor. He opened his eyes and stared down at his aching erection.

Shandel knew he was being stubborn, and that refusing to pleasure himself more than once a day even though those accursed mechanistic blights attached to his skull had forced his body to adapt to a much higher rate of sexual activity, was not productive behavior.

He was tempted to act out. Attack someone or attempt to escape, so they would punish him with the blue setting. Maybe it would reverse the effects of the arena contests on his body. That was foolish of course. Petulant and counterproductive. Shandel knew he had to stay in the competition. Had to win.

Winning was the only way he’d ever see his family again.

That, of course, was the real reason behind Shandel’s anguish. He might have been offended by the way these ethereals had artificialized sex, overriding natural impulses with magic and machines, turning the most beautiful gift of nature into nothing more than some crass game to be profited from. Yes, that bothered him as it would bother any Druid, but nothing cut at his heart the way missing his lover and their child did. Nothing else really mattered.

Shandel’s silvery eyes darted toward his NEST, fixing on those fabricated limbs that looked so life-like swaying languidly like grass in a light breeze. With a deep and weary sigh, Shandel unfolded his legs and stood. For a moment he considered shunning the NEST and bringing himself to orgasm with his hands, but decided doing so would be only yet another petulant protest.

As Shandel stepped among them, the NEST’s glossy tentacles licked at his body, smearing their warm slippery wetness over his skin. The NEST wasn’t so bad, Shandel mused. Not like the implants were.

“NEST, Cradle,” Shandel murmured.

The many limbs curled sensuously around his muscular body, taking his weight and lifting him off the floor. Shandel let himself drift, laying back in the enfolding tentacles.

“NEST, Slow Massage, append, Vaginal Contractions.”

The tentacles tightened around him and began to fondle his flesh, stroking his body and squeezing the tension out of him. Two of the tentacles looped up around his hips and formed a tight spiral around each other, entwining to create a coiled facsimile of a vagina. The coil descended onto Shandel’s aching cock, covering its full length.

Shandel let a small moaning sigh bubble up from his throat as his shaft slid into that gooey embrace. The NEST pulled those two tentacles tight around Shandel’s hips, squeezing the coil down securely around the night elf’s cock. The coil itself then began to tighten rythmically around Shandel’s shaft, squeezing the head, the middle, and the base separately but in a very pleasurable pattern.

Closing his eyes, Shandel concentrated on relaxing his body as he floated among the slithering cluster of artificial limbs. Tentacles wriggled over him, groping his flesh indiscriminantly, immersing him in their sensuous touches.

“NEST, append, Vaginal Oscillations,” the night elf murmured.

The tentacles reacted, slithering around his hips to free up enough slack, and began to roll the coil squeezing Shandel’s cock back and forth. The tentacles spooled up and back out, whirling the tight embrace around his throbbing shaft.

Shandel groaned quietly as the oscillating vortex of pleasure dragged him to the edge of orgasm and pushed him over. Through clenched teeth the night elf moaned sharply, his body spasming as his pulsing cock jetted globs of cum into the NEST’s coiling tentacles.

Gasping, Shandel kept his eyes closed as the the orgasm slowly dissipated. The tentacles kept doing what they were doing, heedless of his orgasm, and Shandel didn’t order them to stop. He could feel a second orgasm building already.

He let the NEST continue and bring him off again before finally feeling sated.

“NEST, Release,” Shandel sighed, eyes still closed.

The tentacles unwound from his body and set him on his feet, licking at him as he stood among them. Shandel took a long, deep breath, and said, “What do you want, Thraiza?”

Shandel opened his eyes to see the woman-shaped ethereal perched on his desk, watching him like a gardener watches a shrub. Her form flickered and reappeared in front of him as he stepped out of the NEST. She peered at him in that unsettling way that ethereals did without eyes and reached out to cup his slicked balls in her hand, sliding her palm up to his deflating cock. Shandel didn’t react to her touch.

“Kyla Valstar has won her first Lesbian match,” Thraiza told him. “Would you like to congradulate her?”

Shandel swallowed the impudent comment that came to mind and settled for, “Yes, I would.”

The wild roar of the crowd stayed with Kyla even after she reappeared on the transport pad down in the Lobby. Once she stopped cumming, the dwarf Kyla had just bested kicked at Kyla’s arm, dislodging Kyla’s right-arm dildo from her twitching cunt with a loud squelch. The dwarf took a second to catch her breath and then glared over her shoulder at Kyla.

Kyla pulled the small levers on her handstraps that retracted her dildos to lay flush on her forearms and raised her eyebrows in surprise at the dwaf.

Lonji and the dwarf’s handler appeared and offered them each a hand but the dwarf waved the ethereal away and pushed herself up towards Kyla, panting, “Cheap win you lousy rusher!”

The dwarf’s handler caught her by the elbows before she could swing a fist, but she looked livid as her handler marched her away, frowning. Kyla took the hand Lonji offered and stood up, calling after the dwarf, “Spoil sport!”

Kyla glanced at Lonji and found him laughing. “I think that might be a record, Kyla,” Lonji chuckled.

“For a sore loser?” Kyla asked wryly.

“For the shortest match in Colesseum history,” Lonji declared happily, turning to look at Kyla. “Three-quarters of a second,” he laughed. “Three-quarters of a felfucked second.”

Kyla let out a giggle as Lonji walked her into the nearest equipment room. Entering the yellow-draped space, Kyla unstrapped the dildo bracers from her arms and went around to the back side of the cleaning rack to find an empty sterilization drawer. She peered through the clear glass-like material of the rack and spotted one. Bending down to pull it opwn, she set her dildos into the spaces within and nudged it closed again.

With her ass up in the air, Kyla momentarily entertained the thought of one of those glistening phalli spearing into her throbbing loins and reached behind herself, sliding fingers over her butt towards her flushed sex.

As always, Lonji responded to her needs faster than she could. Kyla pulled her hand away as she felt him appear behind her and place his incorporeal hands on her hips. Smiling, Kyla stretched forward onto the smooth flat top of the cleaning rack, propping herself up on her elbows. The edges were rounded so it was even fairly comfortable.

“Mmmh,” Kyla breathed as Lonji’s tingling shaft split her lips and filled her sodden passage. Her hips wriggled, pushing up against Lonji’s steady thrusts as she looked out over the Gladiator’s Lobby. “He-ey Lonji?”

“Yes Kyla?”

“Why do the heterosexual contests have the victory fuck whe-en,” Kyla’s breath hitched, her body trembling against Lonji’s thrusts, the slicked skin of her belly and breasts sliding on the smooth top of the cleaning rack as an orgasm surged through her, “w-whe-en the hom-omose-exual contests just end immediately?”

Lonji continued his steady thrusting, running his hands up and down Kyla’s glistening flanks as his length penetrated her pulsating pussy. “That convention was established before my time, unfortunately.”

“You don’t know?” Kyla giggled, squirming to feel her breasts slide on the smooth surface she was bent over as her loins spasmed residually around Lonji’s energycock. “That’s a first.”

“I’ll look it up later,” Lonji told her as she spotted a familiar blue shape descending in one of the lifts across this corner of the Lobby.

Shandel stepped out of the lift with Thraiza’s hand on his shoulder and spotted Kyla, who waved. The night elf’s eyes widened momentarily at Kyla’s current state and a subtle blush tinged his cheeks as he waved back. Kyla gave him a soft smile as Thraiza walked him over. The poor guy still hadn’t entirely escaped his modesty.

“Hi Shandel,” Kyla said, remaining on her elbows as the night elf and his handler entered the equipment room.

“Hello Kyla. I hear you’ve won your match. Congradulations,” Shandel replied. His smooth blue cock was starting to swell up at the sight of the bent over Kyla wiggling as her handler fucked her. Kyla noticed the night elf’s hands twitch forward slightly.

Kyla smiled soothingly. “Thanks Shandel. You won your first Puzzle Pit match, didn’t you?”

“Oh. Yes, I did. It was a close one though,” Shandel told her, his firming erection rising to point almost directly at Kyla’s face.

“You still deserve some congradulations, yourself,” Kyla said with a grin.

“I suppose,” Shandel conceeded, glancing down at his erect cock just an armspan from Kyla’s face.

An unstimulated cock or an empty pussy, either was such a waste, Kyla thought, glancing at Thraiza. The handler was standing behind Shandel with her hands clasped behind her. “If you’re not going to take care of him?”

Shandel blushed again as Thraiza gave Kyla a shrug.

“Well all righ–” Kyla cut off with a soft gasp as her walls clamped down around Lonji’s pulsing shaft, trembling as she reached another climax. Kyla closed her eyes as the pleasure washed over her, moaning softly, “a-all right. Come here Shandel,” she continued, looking up at him.

The night elf let out a sigh and gave her an appriciative smile as he moved closer.

“It’s about time I paid you back for our first day here,” Kyla pointed out.

Shandel chuckled, relaxing a little bit as Kyla wrapped a slippery hand around the night elf’s slick cock and pulled him closer. Her tongue flicked out over the head, teasing the rim of it as she twisted and stroked the shaft with her hand.

As Kyla felt a third orgasm building from Lonji’s steady fucking, she reached around and dug her hand into the night elf’s firm butt and pulled him towards her, his throbbing blue organ filling her mouth. Kyla relaxed her jaw to make sure her teeth wouldn’t scrape him and closed her lips around the shaft, bringing the power of her athletic lungs to bear on the head of Shandel’s cock.

The night elf groaned softly, a tremor racing up his legs. He reached forward, gently cradling Kyla’s face in his large hands as she sucked on him. As Lonji brought Kyla to her third orgasm, she moaned loudly around Shandel’s shaft, her throat vibrating on the head, and Shandel gasped as his cock spasmed into Kyla’s mouth, bathing her throat and tongue in his cum.

Kyla swallowed before she had time to taste it, licking around the head to gather up Shandel’s subsequent spurts. His fingers trembled against her face.

Lonji slowed his thrusts to a stop just as Kyla started to notice that her neck was hurting. She smiled at Shandel as she pushed herself up and Lonji stepped back, extracting his phallus from her.

Placing a hand on Kyla’s shoulder, Lonji nodded at Thraiza and moved Kyla around towards the lifts. Kyla trailed a hand over Shandel’s chest as she walked by, saying, “See you, Shandel.”

The night elf gave her a smile and a nod, tossing his head in a way that struck Kyla as fatherly somehow.

Two months after Kyla Valstar’s first victory against Kelden Moonscar, an anxious Zylesen was standing within Falavax’s Alcove above the Colosseum’s roaring crowds as Nahri placed her signature tailed green and black coiffure firmly upon her head. With her implants already active, a pleasant throb ran through Zylesen’s flushed sex, marking each nervous beat of her elven heart.

“Breathe, Zyle,” Nahri reminded her, giving the blood elf’s buttcheek a comforting squeeze.

Nodding, Zylesen took a moment to let out a long breath and unclench the various parts of her body that were rigid with nerves. This was her last chance. If she lost this match, she’d be dropped from the lesbian bracket, leaving her teammates to maintain the score without her.

Opening her eyes, Zylesen checked her dildos again, flipping the lever on each hand that snapped the translucent artificial phalli forward and away from the tops of her forearms. Satisfied, she retracted them and took another deep breath.

The commentator was addressing the crowd. “Welcome, one and all!” the amplified voice echoed. “To today’s Lesbian Duel Pit Competition! Today we witness the epic midseason culmination of all that has come before! Oh it is a day of days!”

“Overselling it a bit, isn’t he,” someone said.

Zylesen let out a choked giggle, turning to her left where Kyla stood with languid grace and a grin on her face. Beyond Kyla stood Elga, an orc who tended to get carried away in her laughter when she was nervous, and sure enough her glistening green breasts were bouncing as she rested her hands on her thighs. Tivalna, the night elf who stood to Zylesen’s right, merely rolled her eyes in agreement, shooting Kyla a smile.

“Today our first match will pit Lady Velgani’s infamous Dwen Yilgiss against the ever-enjoyable Zylesen Starslip of Lord Falavax!” the commentator announced.

Zylesen gulped. Up first and against Dwen of all people! The sable-skinned human in her blood-red headdress was one of the few gladiators who had defeated Kyla. If Kyla hadn’t been able to beat the woman, Zylesen couldn’t fathom how she was supposed to.

Nothing to do but try. Jaw clenched with determination, the limber blood elf stepped forward onto the teleportation pad. The world around her lurched, blurred, and shifted. Once her surroundings resolved, Zylesen immediately took her stance, feet slipping into place on the familiar floor of the arena.

Dwen blurred into place across from her, quirking a cocky grin. Zylesen gritted her teeth, trying not to let herself imagine those dark, strong arms overpowering her, forcing her down and making her cum… Zylesen mentally shook herself. No, at the very least she had to put forth enough effort to be able to say she’d genuinely tried.

The commentator shouted for the match to begin and before Zylesen could move, Dwen had closed half the distance between them. Zylesen lurched sideways, slipping down and pivoting on one foot, sticking the other out between Dwen’s legs. She pulled her knee in sharply, trying to catch the human’s foot and trip her, but Dwen didn’t fall.

Instead, she yanked her legs up, pulling Zylesen off balance. With blinding speed, Dwen slipped her legs over Zylesen’s shoulders, contorting to catch the blood elf’s arms.

Zylesen was slammed down on her back with Dwen astride the blood elf’s chest. Stunned, Zylesen found her arms folded uncomfortably and pinned down between the lithe human’s ebony thighs. The blood elf’s breasts squished against Dwen’s muscular butt as she squirmed, trying to get free.

With a contemptuous lack of haste, Dwen reached under herself and slid her hands beneath Zylesen’s breasts, contacting the sensors.

With a gasp, Zylesen started cumming, loins spasming visibly as she momentarily forgot to struggle. As orgasm washed over her, Zylesen glanced up passed Dwen’s looming breasts and saw the score display counting the seconds. She twisted and writhed, but Dwen was far to strong, and already her struggles were becoming less and less sincere as her submissive instincts overpowered her competitive drive.

Damnit, Zylesen thought with resignation as she gave up and dropped limp, hips twitching as her pussy convulsed and orgasmic pleasure suffused her body.

After they reappeared in the Lobby and Dwen climbed off of her, Zylesen remained on the floor. Implants off, she reached down and idly stroked her slick slit, staring at the celling. She hadn’t scored even a single point. And now she was out of the lesbian competition completely for the second half of the season.

Nahri appeared, bending over her. Zylesen didn’t reach for the offered hand. After a few moments, Nahri sighed and scooped her charge up, carrying the blood elf in her arms as she glided into their lift. Zylesen continued to slowly finger herself as her head fell against Nahri’s ethereal shoulder.

“It’s alright, Zyle,” Nahri murmured as the lift platform accelerated silently. “The others are not going to resent you.”

The blood elf sighed and shook her head. “Even if that’s true, they are still that much further from attaining their freedom because I can’t carry my weight.”

“It’s not your fault that your talents are as they are. The others know that,” Nahri reassured her, stepping off the lift and gliding smoothly down the hallway of red cloth.

When they reached Zylesen’s room, Nahri set her on her feet. Zylesen stood, fingers trailing wetness out of her sex and up along the smooth curve of her buttcheek. She turned to her handler who slid one hand up the blood elf’s chest, ethereal fingers closing around her pale elven neck. Nahri’s grip was firm but comfortable and it sent a thrill down to Zylesen’s already soaked loins.

“You’re enough as you are, Zyle,” Nahri told her, ramming the fingers of her other hand up between her charge’s legs and into her sodden passage. The blood elf gasped, rising reflexivly onto tiptoes as she was impaled by her handler’s two middle fingers.

A dizzying warmth rippled through Zylesen’s body as Nahri’s hand tightened around her neck, not cutting off her air but hinting at the possibility, and evoking the primal thrill Zylesen got from being overpowered. Moaning, Zylesen fell down onto flat feet once more and the ethereal adjusted her hand, thrusting her fingers violently into the blood elf’s sex.

As her wet walls squelched around Nahri’s furious fingers and the rough pleasure washed over her, Zylesen realized what Nahri was doing. The handler was reminding Zylesen that she did have abilities to be proud of. Indeed, though the ethereal’s fingers ravaged her, spearing loudly into her cunt and striking the roof of her wet tunnel so demandingly, Zylesen’s moans were soft and her pleasurable trembling was subtle.

The blood elf’s breath hitched and she cried out softly as a monumental orgasm swelled up and overcame her. Cum splashed out of her, spattering off Nahri’s hand and arm. Zylesen’s legs shook and she wobbled as her body spasmed with pleasure, but she kept her feet.

After a few moments, she blinked and managed to focus on Nahri’s face as residual spasms bounced from her limbs to her loins and back. The ethereal was giving her a knowing look. Zylesen knew that the ethereal’s strange sight let Nahri see the internal structures of her elven body as easily as its exposed skin.

“How many fleshbound are there, do you think, that could have remained standing through an orgasm that intense?” Nahri asked, draping her arms around Zylesen’s waist.

Zylesen giggled, looking down. “Alright. Point taken, Nahri.”

“You have your Puzzle Pit match to look forward to tomorrow,” Nahri said, pulling away. “Make sure you rest well tonight, and I’m sure you’ll more than make up for your loss today.”

Smiling, Zylesen nodded and turned away from Nahri, looking towards the NEST. As always, she felt an odd duality of desire. Her body wanted to pull away from the flowing tentacles while simultaneously aching for them to grab her and drag her among them despite her struggles. Zylesen didn’t question her desires anymore but they were still an oddity that she recognized.

Loins still throbbing needfully, Zylesen walked up to the edge of the NEST. A few of the outer tentacles sensed her presence and swayed towards her, licking at her legs. She turned away from the NEST and closed her eyes, letting her imagination drift as a few of the tentacles brushed against her butt and thighs. Her mind wandered, not conjuring any particular fantasy, but shutting out the red room, Nahri, and the metal box from which the tentacles extended.

It’s an unknown, Zylesen thought to herself. An unfathomable creature of carnality, deaf to pleas of resistance. Unstoppable. Inevitable. She shivered as tentacles licked at her backside. Wanting my flesh.

“NEST, Bind Down,” Zylesen ordered absently.

Flee! The blood elf lurched forward as those supple limbs snaked towards her, curling around her flesh. She flailed as tentacles coiled around her limbs and body, pulling her backwards. Her feet were pulled out from under her, pitching her forward. The warm, slippery limbs wrapped around her, lifting her and drawing her into them. Dragging me to my lewd fate. Impossible to escape!

“NEST, Firm External Stimulation,” Zylesen commanded softly before the stillness of the tentacles could spoil the illusion.

The tentacles writhed around her, digging firmly into her pale flesh and quashing her struggles as they rubbed her body. Zylesen’s slender limbs strained against the kneading grip of the NEST, jerking and twisting as a tentacle mashed hard into her loins, massaging adamantly through the wanton lips of the blood elf’s pussy and against her clit. The tentacles rubbed her hard, her skin slipping through their slithering grasp. Other tentacles squished and squeezed her breasts, pressing Zylesen’s nipples into her supple chest flesh with stroking circles.

Panting, the blood elf strained to pull away from the dark, slippery limbs that engulfed her, moaning softly as the pleasure chased her down. With a soft gasp, Zylesen’s pussy spasmed and her struggles turned to wiggles of pleasure.

“NEST, append Firm Vaginal Penetration, append Anal Penetration,” Zylesen breathed quickly as the orgasmic spasms erupted.

The tentacle rubbing her pussy moved out of the way and another speared deeply into her convulsing canal, filling her to capacity as it forced her throbbing flesh to suddenly accomidate its girth. Zylesen cried out, toppled into a cascading chain of orgasms.

Writhing in pleasure, she almost wanted the tentacle to thrust in even further, bumping her cervix and affirming that it was going to force her to take more than her body was meant to or ready for. She gasped at the thought, renewing a token struggle as another tentacle pushed its way into her rear, worming its way inside her and setting off another cascade of orgasmic rapture.

With the NEST fucking her holes and kneading her body, every time Zylesen fantasized that she needed to get away, her struggles set off another back-bending orgasm. The blood elf lost count of how many times she came before she finally exhausted herself.

Giving up the fantasy, Zylesen let out a long, shaky breath and made her body go slack. She smiled a little to herself as the NEST continued to fuck her limp body, glad that so simple an ability was such a lauded asset. Nahri was definately right about that. There were not many who could have let their body rest without also stopping the tentacles, as Zylesen could.

It did take a consious effort, and Zylesen needed to sleep, so she called a gentle, “NEST, Stop.” The tentacles slowed to stillness, withdrawing from her pussy and ass. Other tentacles coiled over the blood elf’s exposed loins, maintaining a comfortable contact.

Zylesen yawned, the weight of her head resting on the tentacle coiled around her forehead and cheeks. She knew that most people slept with the NEST in Cradle mode, but Zylesen left it in Bind Down because she liked feeling held in place.

I wonder what it’d be like to get fucked by a real tentacle monster, the blood elf mused as she drifted off. I wish I could find out.

The immense stadium was still mostly empty when Shandel stepped off the lift with Zylesen at his side. Puzzle matches usually drew a much smaller crowd than the Duels, which was why the Puzzle Pit was tucked away on a raised platform in one corner of the arena where only a fraction of the stands had a good view. Those seats were filling up quickly while the rest of the stadium remained quiet and empty.

Shandel felt his implants click on and invade his body, forcing his cock to harden unnaturally.

Within the Puzzle Pit, twelve small square tables were arranged in two rows, where each participating Lord or Lady’s two-person team would try to accomplish the randomly chosen challenge. There were only five Puzzle teams in the current season, though. The second row of tables would go unused.

Each table rose seamlessly from the spongey black floor which, unlike every other instance of the glossy black flesh-like material in the Colesseum, was dry and unlubricated. As the teams headed for their tables, they left damp footprints behind them.

On either side of the tables, a pair of transparent inflatable seats stood on wide, stable bases. The seats glistened with lubrication and were shaped somewhat like a saddle. Each was comfortably wide and curved upwards in the front. The ones meant for females had a moderately sized phallus jutting up from the flat part of the seat, while the ones for males had a hole though the upraised front portion.

“I hope we get the Assembly challenge this time,” Zylesen said quietly as she mounted her seat, showing no outward sign that she’d just impaled her petite body on that inflated see-through shaft, or that she’d even noticed it entering her at all.

After a moment, Shandel merely nodded. He wasn’t particularly good at any of the three challenges, but Zylesen was arguably the best Assembler the Colosseum had ever seen, and Shandel suspected that she might be feeling a little insecure after the complete failure of her most recent Duel.

Swinging a leg over his seat, Shandel settled his weight onto the air-filled cusion and let himself slide forward, angling his erection into the narrow tube through the seat’s clear material. His weight brought him to rest against the front of the saddle, with his cock fully immersed in the tight, see-through tunnel.

To either side, the other teams were mounting their seats as well. Shandel didn’t really pay much attention to the other gladiators’ identities, but he recognized the draenei man and woman on his left and the female orc and night elf on his right from previous Puzzle matches.

Zylesen wiggled a little on her own seat, looking up over her shoulder to see if the commentator was in his booth yet. Shandel’s eyes followed just as the commentator stepped into view.

“Welcome, fans, to the conclusory mid-season Puzzle match!” the commentator called out. “Let’s roll the dice!”

A holographic cube appeared in the air above each of the Puzzle Pit’s tables, with colored sides and a simple symbol each representing one of the three possible challenges. It began to spin until it blurred and then it dropped, bouncing silently on the tabletop until it came to rest.

“Yes!” Zylesen hissed under her breath.

The top of the die was yellow and showed a black hexagon, indicating the Assembly challenge. Shandel smiled at his teammate while the commentator announced the challenge with unnecessary enthusiasm. The die disappeared and with a crackling burst of energy several dozen small hexagonal blocks appeared on the table.

The goal of the Assembly challenge was to have the tallest tower possible at the end of each two-minute round. At the end of ten rounds, the total heights of each team’s towers were added together for the final score.

The rules were simple. Touching any of the game pieces in any way would result in the owner of the piece cumming until the piece was no longer being touched. The black pieces belonged to one team member and the white pieces belonged to the other. The difference between the number of white pieces and the number of black pieces used would count against the total score.

A holographic clock appeared next to each table, hung at two minutes for several tense moments, and then started counting down. There was a chorus of moans along the row of tables as everyone grabbed their first pieces.

Zylesen immediately snatched up several of her pieces and began arranging them in the center of the table. Grabbing a few of his own pieces, Shandel shuddered as the orgasm hit him and his cock pumped his cum into the see-through inflated tunnel that sheathed it. By the time he steadied himself, Zylesen had already completed the foundation.

Panting and blinking to keep his vision clear, Shandel reached forward, careful to time the placement of his blocks to fall between the spasms of pleasure. Zylesen grabbed a handful of Shandel’s blocks, fingers moving with speed and precision as she placed them in the structure.

When the tower reached eye-level, they ran out of blocks and Shandel stopped cumming, but this is where having Zylesen on the team really provided an advantage. Having planned for it, the blood elf had made sure that only her own pieces were in structurally unimportant places.

Working together, Shandel and Zylesen began poking those pieces out of the structure. Shandel with his larger fingers and less-trained coordination was only barely able to keep up with Zylesen while she was cumming and he wasn’t, as they both nudged the white blocks from their places and caught them, leaving empty spaces in the structure.

There was a clinking crashing sound to the left that meant one of the other teams had knocked down their tower, but Shandel didn’t take his eyes off his task. With the freed blocks, and Shandel’s steady hands added to Zylesen’s, the tower quickly rose until they only had three white blocks left.

The clock exploded in a shower of sparks and a holoimage fixed itself to each team’s tower, ending the first round. All the towers came tumbling down leaving only the image to be measured.

Zylesen let out a long-held breath and wriggled around on her seat for a moment as she set down the remaining blocks. She met Shandel’s eyes and grinned. He looked around and saw that they indeed had the tallest tower.

“Excellent,” the blood elf breathed.

Zylesen squirmed happily, feeling the air-filled phallus move around inside her. Her tower was far taller than any of the other teams’ and she was sure she could repeat the feat. The strategy she’d worked out with Shandel had played out perfectly.

“And the measurements are in!” cried the commentator. “Round one goes to Team Falavax!”

Once the rest of the placings and their mesurments were called out, Zylesen let out a nervous giggle and said to the night elf, “Let’s keep it up, eh?”

And they did.

She and Shandel placed first in all ten rounds, and as the last round concluded, Zylesen stared across the table at him in giddy disbelief. As the crowd cheered for her, Zylesen couldn’t keep the grin off her face if she tried.

The handlers all appeared, blinking down to their charges. Nahri gave Zylesen a wry smile and as the blood elf dismounted her seat, and she giggled at the implied, “I told you so.”

“The point tallies are in,” Nahri informed her proudly. “Your victory here has placed Falavax’s team in the Melee Event. Congradulations, Zyle.”

“Thanks,” Zylesen giggled, immensly relieved and still somewhat giddy.

Nahri took her by the shoulder, and together they left the Puzzle Pit to celebrate with with the rest of the team.

Cum of both varieties and the ubiquitous lubricant of the Colosseum sluggishly swirled and pooled around Kyla’s sprawled body as it flowed and mixed, surrounding her where she straddled Shandel in one of the Lobby’s massage pits with her head resting on Zylesen’s thigh, panting softly. Her breath tickled across the stretched pink lips of the blood elf’s sex, where Kyla’s entire left fist was still lodged and stroking gently in the wake of Zylesen’s latest orgasm.

Looking across the trembling blood elf’s mons, Kyla watched Vhela gasp and throw her arms around the two men ontop of her–a blood elf named Velven and a human named William–as her head fell back and she climaxed hard enough that her juices squelched out around Velven’s pale erection, spattered off his hips, and sprinkled on Kyla’s face. Samwiched between Vhela and William with his face buried in blue breasts and the human’s hard cock grinding on him from the inside, Velven let out a muffled shriek through clenched teeth before getting a mouthful of draenei boob and convulsing violently as he filled Vhela’s sex with his cum.

The whole collection was together in the gooey rink, surrounded by their handlers. Kyla knew all of their names but wasn’t sure about a few of the handlers who were assigned to the gladiators she didn’t know that well. Most of them were sitting in the air in a circle around the massage pit, though Kelivv, Vhela’s handler, had his arm around Gavia and was idly fingering her while they watched their charges.

Gavia was handler to the orc Elga from the lesbian team, who at the moment, was bent over Jud on all fours and grinding her crotch into Tivalna’s face while the troll handled her dangling green breasts. Tivalna, the dark lavender night elf, was enthusiastically impaling herself on Jud’s massive trollish shaft despite also being on the lesbian team. Zylesen’s head was pillowed on the troll’s chest where she joined in on fondling Elga’s epic cleavage.

Kyla tightened her right arm around Shandel’s slippery leg and rolled her hips. The night elf’s thick cock throbbed fiercely within her as his hands resumed kneading Kyla’s butt and his thumbs teased around her unoccupied hole. Kyla moaned, stroking Shandel’s hips with her feet and bringing her lips back to Zylesen’s clit as tremors of pleasure raced up her spine.

While Kyla continued to undulate, bringing Shandel and herself closer to another orgasm, Lonji and Nahri floated above the orgy. The two handlers were tightly entwined, glowing with a pulsing pleasure where their orgasmic bodies pressed together, and paying only cursory attention to their charges.

“I was right, before,” Nahri murmured.

“About what?” Lonji asked softly, as beneath them, Elga collapsed in orgasm.

“I have grown very fond of your company,” Nahri said, arms slowly sliding against Lonji’s back as she clutched him. “Far more so than anyone else I interact with. And…”

“Yes,” Lonji said, allowing himself to be momentarily distracted by the orgasmic ecstacy coursing through their ethereal bodies, squeezing Nahri tighter. “You were right. I missed you.”

Nahri smiled into his neck as below them, William ejaculated into Velven and collapsed atop him and Vhela. Moments later Kyla was cumming on Shandel’s cock again with one of his thumbs in her ass, while Jud bucked powerfully into a mewling, half-limp Tivalna and washed her cervix with trollish seed.

“I’ll come to you, then, while our charges sleep?” Nahri asked.

“Yes, I would like that very much,” Lonji murmured lightly.

“Good,” Nahri said as Shandel groaned and pumped Kyla full of cum again.

Kyla withdrew her fist from a twitching Zylesen and sat up on Shandel’s softening cock. All nine of them were panting and satisfied for the moment, and the handlers dispersed to bring water for their charges. Lonji and Nahri disentangled and flickered away to do the same.

Lonji handed the small skin of chilled water to Kyla who sipped it gratefully after slipping off Shandel. After handing the skin back to Lonji, Kyla grabbed Zylesen’s arm and tugged her down next to her and the night elf.

“You know what I miss?” Zylesen asked as she snuggled into Kyla’s side, draping a leg over Kyla’s as Shandel put an arm around them both and Vhela pulled Jud and Elga down on his other side.

“What?” Kyla chuckled breathlessly.

“Blankets,” Zylesen sighed.

Tivalna tittered as she she scooted up next to the blood elf. William and Velven draped themselves on either side of Jud with Velven between Jud and Elga.

Kyla laughed, shaking her head. “I never even thought of that. Before I was picked up I usually slept in armor. I don’t even remember what blankets and a clean bed feel like.”

“I don’t really either,” Tivalna offered. “I was used to bedding down on leaves and grass. I don’t know if I could go back to that or even a clean bed after two years sleeping in a NEST, though.”

Everyone but Shandel chuckled and mumbled agreement.

The handlers all returned and knelt before their charges. The ethereals glanced among themselves and then nodded. Jud’s handler, Bevli, was the one who spoke.

“The specifics of the Melee Event have now been set,” she told them. “Of the nine of you, one male and three females may participate.”

“It’s being left up to you who goes in, and you will have a whole day to discuss it once you’ve been informed of the details,” William’s handler added. Kyla was fairly sure his name was Hiyle.

“When will we be given the details?” Vhela asked.

“It was supposed to be right about now but the event organizers are late confirming the challenge’s biological component,” Kelivv said mildly.

Kyla raised her eyebrows at Lonji but before he could acknowledge her he Blinked away. A moment later he was back and the other handlers gestured for him to speak.

“Confirmed. They just brought it in,” he said, turning to the gladiators. “The challenge, in essence, will be for your team of three women to reach and retrieve your male teammate from the grasp of a Trilophlorus.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from Vhela and Kyla glanced at the draenei. None of the others seemed to know what a Trilophlorus was, though, and Kyla sure didn’t.

“A Trilophlorus, for those of you who don’t know,” Kelivv explained, smiling slyly at Vhela, “is a warm-blooded trilaterally symetric Class Two coituvore. Originally native to the planet Argus, an adult Trilophlorus has a mass roughly fifty-three times the Humanoid Average, rubbery bluish-grey skin, and resembles a squat, upsidedown mushroom.”

“From the stem,” Bevli said, picking up the lecture, “the Trilophlorus supports three sets of genitals on muscular, phrehensile stalks roughly twice the length of the stem. The end of each genital stalk most closely resembles a vaginal orifice at the center of a three-petaled flower. Said petals are narrow and wrap around the hips and enter the anus of a captured male to secure as well as stimulate him during semen collection.”

Kyla was sitting up, rapt. She thought it was fascinating. Information on coituvores, as the ethereals called them, consisted of little more than rumor back on Azeroth. Creatures of erotic myth. Kyla had had more than a passing interest in erotic myths, before she’d gone and landed herself in what she affectionately thought of as sextopia.

“The cap,” Bevli continued, “unravels itself in the presense of sustinence or mating opportunity. Rather than a contiguous whole the cap is made up of three sets of twenty-seven tentacle-like prehensile feeder tubes. The primary purpose of these tentacles is to extract breastmilk from captured females, but they also serve as manipulator and locomotive limbs.”

“Each tentacle,” Kelivv said, “and this is important, has a small collection sack at its base, and once it’s full, that tentacle will go inactive while the milk is digested.”

“Oh!” Zylesen perked up next to Kyla. “The female team, they’re going to be made to lactate, right? And that’s how they’re supposed to get through the tentacles to reach the male?”

“Correct,” Nahri said. “The competitors will have their neural implants temporarily modified to induce lactation.”

“Neat,” Kyla breathed, absently slipping her hand around Zylesen and fondling a breast. “I didn’t know the implants could do that.”

Bevli finished the lecture. “The feeder tentacles are each twice the length of the Trilophlorus’ central body. One tentacle by itself is weak enough to overpower easily, but the Trilophlorus is well evolved to use many tentacles in concert to restrain its prey. While its primary goal with a female is the breastmilk, the feeder tentacles are often and quite effectivly used to penetrate female prey and keep them pacified with orgasms.”

“During the Event,” Lonji informed them, “the females’ implants will be inactive, requiring them to face the Triphlorus with their body’s natural reactions intact. The male’s implants, however, will be active. Your goal will be to get close enough to touch one of his sensors and set him into orgasm mode. Doing so will satisfy the Trilophlorus’ goal of sperm collection for that genital stalk, and cause it to release him. The first team to free their male in this way is the winner of the Event.”

Finished, Lonji settled down infront of Kyla. All of them were quiet for a while, mulling over the information.

“Um,” Zylesen finally said hesitantly, drawing everyone’s attention. “This is probably going to mean I won’t be one of the lucky three who get to throw themselves on the mercy of a real fucking live tentacle monster, but to have the best chance of winning the team should be those with the highest potential capacity for milk production, shouldn’t it?”

Jud nodded. “Yah and for da male, we best be choos’en whoeva shoots da biggest load da fastest.”

“The latter should be pretty easy to determine,” Kyla mused. “Just set all our males to Red at the same time with a measuring bowl in front of their cocks.”

Everyone seemed to agree with that.

Velven spoke up next from where he was squeezed between Jud and Elga, one hand idly caressing the troll’s lean abs while the other arm wrapped around one of Elga’s head-sized mammaries. “Sheer size can often be correlated with capacity. However, the ratios of composition between tissue types often vary, thus shape and heft are usually more acurate indicative traits.”

Kyla and the others stared at the male blood elf.

Velven blinked. “I was a healer, uh, before,” he explained. “I studied anatomy quite thoroughly.”

“Lonji, you and the other handlers can see our insides. You should already know which of us are the best choices,” Kyla realized, raising an eyebrow at her handler.

The ethereal seemed to give her a wry look. “We do, in fact. Unfortunately, we’re not allowed to tell you. Choosing who participates is supposed to be part of the Challenge.”

“Alright then,” Kyla said. “Velven, who do you think it should be?”

The pale blood elf pushed himself up and straightened his gleaming white coiffure, sliding up onto his knees. He looked down the row of Falavax’s gladiators with a frown, leaning forward to run his hands over Elga’s breasts for a few seconds before nodding to himself and moving over to Vhela.

“Elga’s obviously in,” Velven said. “Even if she weren’t the largest here she still has a high proportion of lacteal tissue.”

Straddling Vhela’s thighs, he ran his hands around the draenei’s blue orbs, which were significantly smaller than Elga’s but still larger than everyone else’s.

“I vonder, are the other teams at an unfair disadvantage or do they also happen to have an anatomy expert among them,” Vhela mused.

“A random element is inherently fair,” Kelivv said patiently.

“Luck of the draw,” William murmured without sitting up.

“Sorry, Vhela,” Velven said, finishing his examination. “Your breasts are almost entirely padding.”

The draenei nodded neutrally, glancing down at herself as the blood elf moved on to Kyla, climing over Shandel’s legs to get to her. Velven took Kyla’s easily palmable boobs into his hands, running his fingertips over the slicked skin and squeezing at several different points.

“You, on the other hand, have a significant quantity of dormant lacteal tissue as best I can tell,” Velven informed her after several moments. “Your breasts would swell to more than twice their current size if you began to lactate. I would say with moderate confidence that you should be on the team also.”

Kyla grinned. “Excellent.”

Velven smiled mildly at her enthusiasm and moved over to Zylesen, who watched the other blood elf handle her breasts with a resigned expression on her face. Sure enough, Velven’s smile soon turned apologetic.

“Your original guess was correct,” he said simply and Zylesen sighed. “Sorry, Zyle.”

Lastly, Velven leaned over Tivalna. The night elf’s breasts were firm and shapely, filling Velven’s hands, but they looked small on Tivalna’s larger frame even though they were about the same size as Kyla’s.

“You’re about average,” Velven informed the night elf. “Less capacity than Kyla but not by much.”

Kyla glanced down the line. “Sounds like it’s me, Elga and Tivalna on the team.”

All of the others nodded, including Vhela and Zylesen. Velven twisted around and settled down between Tivalna’s legs, leaning back against the night elf who draped an arm over his chest.

“Elga, Kyla, and Tivalna to participate,” Gavia said, rising up. “Any objections?”

The next day, Falavax’s males were lined up and Jud won the final spot in the Melee Event to no one’s surprise. Kyla’s implants–along with Elga and Tivalna’s–had been set as soon as the decision was made, and over the course of that week she noticed her breasts begin to change. Her nipples grew more sensitive and hardened more readily, and the soft flesh itself started producing wonderful new sensations when it was fondled.

By the end of that week, Kyla’s breasts had swollen noticably and almost seemed to slosh when she moved, though that may have been her imagination. Lonji’s fingers proved excellent at milking her dry once her body had begun making enough to extract. Always while his hands encouraged her breasts to drain and refill themselves, his ethereal cock speared into Kyla’s flushed sex at her insistance.

Kyla was seriously considering requesting that the induced lactation not be disabled after the Melee Event was over. It was that good. She choked off a scream and slumped forward in Lonji’s grasp, cumming for the–well, she’d lost count somewhere around the seventh. Milk dripped and dribbled off Lonji’s fingers and down Kyla’s belly as her butt jerked against her handler’s crotch and her breasts squished in his hands. Her juices sprayed out around the ethereal’s cock with astounding force, splattering his thighs and dripping down to pool on the black couch beneath them.

“Oh holy fuck of the Light!” Kyla gasped as her loins continued to clamp down on Lonji’s frictionless phallus. “I didn’t even know orgasms that strong were possible.”

Lonji pulled Kyla to his chest, leaning her back. Her head dropped onto his shoulder as she panted for breath, chest heaving under Lonji’s hands. Kyla let her head roll to the side and saw Tivalna watching her enviously from the seat next to her. The night elf was astride Jud, who was leaning back with his hands under his head, while Tivalna’s handler, Viva, was wrapped around her from behind, ethereal fingers busy with Tivalna’s swollen nipples. Jud’s muscular chest dripped with her milk.

“This is not fair, Kyla,” Tivalna asserted. “As soon as Lonji was able to get milk out of you, you started cumming like a manabomb going off. I feel considerably slighted that all I’m getting is a pleasant warmth and orgasms no different than before.”

Kyla chuckled, still breathing hard. “I make no apologies.”

One of the lifts Kyla happened to be looking toward ascended into place carrying a familiar green blur in an orange coiffure. Kyla blinked and forced her eyes to focus. Elga and Gavia stepped off the lift and made their way towards Kyla’s couch. The orc’s steps were steady even with the added weight of her monstrously huge breasts, which she was actually carrying in her arms for balance. The gargantuan green orbs resisted gravity remarkably well for their size, but Elga had complained that if allowed to sway unrestrained, her breasts could now build up enough momentum to yank her off her feet if she tried anything less sedate than walking.

The upside, of course, was that Elga produced more milk than Kyla and Tivalna combined, and the orc’s nipples responded like two extra clits. Kyla could cum just from having her breasts suckled. Elga could ejaculate.
“Ah, now we can both feel slighted,” Kyla giggled, still a bit dazed.

Tivalna looked around at Elga and stared for a moment. She smiled and shook her head, resuming her leisurely ride on Jud’s thick trollish cock. Viva stroked the night elf’s nipples but only got a small trickle for her effort. The handler slipped off her charge and Tivalna dropped against Jud’s muscular milk-soaked chest.

“Hey,” Elga said cheerfully once she reached them.

“Hi.”

“Hello E-ohh!”

“Yo.”

Elga smiled and sat down beside Kyla and Lonji, releasing her breasts. They nearly touched the orc’s thighs as she sank into the soft, slippery cushions. Kyla slipped off of Lonji and swung her leg over the orc’s lap, her thighs sliding under the warm weight of Elga’s colossal boobs. The soft flesh molded around Kyla’s belly and Elga’s nipples poked out on either side of Kyla’s hips.

“Damn Elga,” Kyla said, squeezing the orc’s breasts to her sides with a smirk. “This is almost getting ridiculous.”

The orc grinned and laughed softly. “It does get a bit distracting when I try to run.”

“Are you–” Kyla hesitated. “Aren’t your breasts unnaturally large by this point? They’d be completely impractical back… you know.”

“You can say ‘Azeroth’ if you want, Kyla. I don’t miss it,” Elga said softly, then grinned. “And I’m pretty sure my size isn’t completely natural, to tell you the truth.”

“Something happen to you?” Kyla asked curiously.

Elga nodded. “Let’s just say that I ran afoul of a particularly mischievous red-headed blood elf sorceress one night in the World’s End Tavern, and when I woke up in the morning my breasts were twice as big and three times as much fun.”

“World’s End…” Kyla pondered. “That’s the place in Shattrath City, right?”

Elga nodded. “Yup.”

“I never actually made it that far,” Kyla said. “I was stationed at the Portal. Hellfire Peninsula was all I had a chance to see before my incident.”

“I, er, fell off Nagrand,” Elga admitted, blushing slightly. “Well, was chased off, to be specific.”

Kyla found that funnier than she probably should have, looking down with a grin. “It happens.”

Elga smiled, and Kyla brought her lips down on the top of the orc’s left breast. She kissed her way slowly down the soft green flesh, pulling the huge breast up to bring the nipple in range. Kyla’s lips circled the areola and Elga closed her eyes with a moan.

The orc’s thumb-sized nipple slipped into Kyla’s mouth and Elga shuddered, clutching Kyla to her chest. Tongue caressing the moist nub, Kyla closed her lips and slowly sucked. A delicious warm fluid filled Kyla’s mouth, and Elga trembled, crying out in bliss.

“Welcome! One and all, to this thrilling, edge-of-your-seat spectacular! The midseason Melee Event!”

Ten-thousand eager spectators cheered with all their might, filling the Colosseum with the thunderous roar of their combined voices. Kyla stood with Tivalna, Elga, and Jud on the lip of the Melee Pit. The other two teams stood on the adjacent sides, waiting to be introduced. Perched on the first bulwark–which was actually more of a rounded pedestal–in the center of the Melee Pit, the Trilophlorus reacted to the noise, rustling its tentacles.

“And now our three leading teams! The brave champions who’ll be facing the mighty Trilophlorus! First in the rankings, I give you Team Valgani! Faraden Halu! And his rescuers, Helie Razorflame, Jenal Featherleaf, and current season high-score holder, Dwen Yilgiss!”

The four named gladiators leaped forward and slid down into the Pit in a diamond formation with the black-skinned red-coiffured Dwen in the lead and the blue-coiffured male draenei in the rear. Flanking Dwen, Helie was a pale yellow-coiffured troll and Jenal was an almost pink green-coiffured night elf. The draenei’s pale blue cock rose and preceded him impressively as his implants were switched on.

The three females split off, leaping off moguls and ramps. They flipped through the air in different directions, showing off their acrobatic skill while Faraden skated towards a small peak just out of the Trilophlorus’ reach. The three women landed smoothly, their swollen breasts bouncing wildly as they spiraled in and took places behind their male.

“And now, I give you Team Kiejaan! Cedric Ravenreed! And his rescuers, Sylnie Rainstone, Argen Ironspun, and Phaedra Xayan!”

Kyla’s head snapped towards the second team and she focused intently on the limber-looking human man in a purple and black headdress who pitched forward and slid down into the Melee Pit behind his teammates. Cedric? She had to have heard wrong, or it must be just a funny coincidence. Kyla couldn’t imagine how her childhood friend could have possibly wound up here. He was to far away to see his features clearly, but there was just no way—

Wrenching her attention back onto the rest of the competing team, Kyla saw the two dwarves with matching tailed heads of bronze and the bone-white draenei in a brilliantly pink coiffure all hurtling towards different sides of the same large ramp. Leaping from the apex of the incline to the crowd’s gasps, they collided in midair and clasped right arms, wrenching their glistening nude bodies into a dizzying swinging spin. They released as one, flying apart and each of them landing in the direction she had come from.

“And finally, I give you Team Falavax! Jud Vol’gan! And his rescuers, Tivalna Zephyrseed, Elga Everblood, and Kyla Valstar!”

Mentally shaking herself, Kyla put the coincidental name of Kiejaan’s male out of her thoughts and focused on the stunt she had practiced with Tivalna and Elga. With a grin and a raised fist for the spectators, Kyla dashed forward and led her team down into the Melee Pit. She slid with ease, picking up speed as her feet followed the curve of the third bulwark–also known as the outer wall–as it eased into the second tier of the Pit. Air rushed over her damp skin and her swollen breasts swayed heavily from her chest.

It felt odd to go into the Pit with her implants off but Kyla’s body had never needed all that much encouragement to get aroused, so she wasn’t worried about the Trilophlorus needing any extra time to get into her. Which was an advantage. A tentacle that was busy pleasuring her was a tentacle that wasn’t busy encumbering one of her limbs.

Kyla split off from the others, setting her feet just so to arc to the right without losing too much momentum. A ramp rose in front of her and the second bulwark dropped off to her left. It took a lot of practice to keep one’s feet from digging in to the Pit’s surface the wrong way and producing drag, but Kyla had it mastered, so her speed was sufficient.

Kyla shot up the ramp, sailing vertically into the air. She backflipped, stretching out and then tucking her legs in. Reaching under her legs, she slipped a finger from each hand into her pussy. At the crest of her jump, Kyla unfurled, throwing her arms out to the sides and flinging droplets of her wetness in opposite directions.

The slippery black terrain of the Melee Pit rushed up at her and Kyla tucked and braced, coming down perfectly on the second bulwark. She slid down to the first tier at such speed that the bottoms of her feet were actually feeling a little hot from the friction.

The crowd was screaming now. Her leap had been dangerous. If she’d overshot, she would have crashed on the first tier hard enough to break her legs and probably a lot of other bones. But since she’d pulled it off, Falavax was probably already selling holoprints of Kyla flipping through the air with her fingers in her cunt.

Kyla laughed as she bled off speed and joined Jud, Elga, and Tivalna on their mound facing the Trilophlorus.

“Gladiators! Surrender your men!”

Jud glanced back at his teammates. “Let’s do dis.”

The troll pushed forward, sliding down the mound and up the Trilophlorus’ perch. A low, warbling purr emanated from the creature’s squat body as it sensed the human, draenei, and troll come within reach. Shiny bluish tentacles snagged the male gladiators, binding their limbs and checking their genders. Kyla watched as Jud was reeled in and lifted up toward the larger genital stalks to join Cedric and Faraden from the Trilophlorus’ other sides.

Kyla turned and her teammates moved with her. “I’ll go in second on the left.”

“I’ll take center and go first,” Elga said as they took up positions on the best nearby highground.

As Kyla braced herself for a gravity-assisted dash, the Trilophlorus’ genital stalks descended on Jud, Cedric, and Faraden. The apendages did indeed look a lot like three-petaled flower buds as they bloomed open, revealing a very humanoid-looking vagina at their center. The engorged orifices had more musculature than a woman did, though. The lips bulged forward as they closed over each of the hard male organs, sucking them in while the petals reached around the men’s hips and between their legs.

Once the three male gladiators were fully engulfed and enclosed by the genital stalks, shivering with pleasure as the Trilophlorus used its highly evolved anatomy in the attempt to extract as much semen from them as possible, the commentator called for the contest to begin.

Elga threw herself forward, moving swiftly despite having her arms full holding her massive breasts in place. Kyla shifted her weight, waited three heartbeats, and launched herself into motion, skating after the buxom orc. Tivalna quickly followed.

In quick succession, they reached the ramp. Riding the upward curve, Kyla flew into the air. Tentacles shot towards her like striking snakes, hooking around her limbs and winding around her torso as the Trilophlorus snared her out of her jump. Kyla twisted deftly, snatching a single extended tentacle in both hands and pulling herself further inward. Another tentacle caught her right arm but her left was still free. She bent her leg and grabbed the head of the tentacle that had snared her left ankle and attached it to one breast, while leading the one on her arm to the other breast.

An orcish cry of pleasure sounded from her right where the sucker-heads of two tentacles had latched onto Elga’s nipples. The writhing limbs had wound themselves all the way around her enormous breasts and were squeezing them in rhythm with the pulsing suction. Several tentacles encased the orc’s arms and upper body but somehow Elga’s legs were still free. That didn’t last, but as soon as a half-dozen more tentacles wound up Elga’s legs and one wriggled into her sex, the two that were feeding on her detached and fell limply from her green skin, freeing the orc’s right arm.

Kyla continued to “climb” through the tentacles as the one that looped around her ankle on its way to her nipple was joined by four more tentacles that forced Kyla’s thighs apart. She twisted and stuck her other leg out in front of her as the tentacles caught it so she could use it as another anchor point to pull herself farther in toward’s the Trilophlorus’ central body. A tentacle pierced Kyla’s pussy, but she ignored the sudden spike of pleasure as she wrenched her extended leg up and pulled herself a full bodylength closer to her goal.

Grunts and moans carried through the writhing mass of limbs from the other gladiators with the roar of the crowds as a constant background. The Trilophlorus’ warbling purrs wove a sound that was seductive and almost musical, but it was lost in the cacophony.

The tentacles feeding on Kyla reached capacity and went limp, sliding off of her. She quickly yanked the next two most cumbersome of the Trilophlorus’ limbs to her breasts, shuddering with sudden orgasmic spasms when they latched on. She gasped, her body shaking as her muscular walls gripped the tentacle that was fucking her.

And on Kyla went, working her way closer to Jud, feeding tentacle after tentacle and cumming again and again. In the haze of pleasure and thrill of competitive urgency she wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but Kyla found herself stretched out face-up, with tentacles pulling her in two directions at once. Her legs were stretched out towards Jud and the tentacles wrapped around her legs were the ones feeding on her. Her torso was unencumbered, but five tentacles had both of her arms and her neck firmly bound and Kyla was having trouble getting enough air to stay lucid after so many squirting orgasms.

The feeding tentacles finished draining their share of milk out of Kyla’s breasts, and released her. With a sudden jerk of released tension, the remaining tentacles yanked Kyla up and away from Jud. She scrambled for something to stop herself but her kicking legs caught only air. The tentacle buried in her sex was pulled taut and abrubtly wrenched from her flesh. Only the tentacle that had managed to penetrate her ass at some point had the reach to stay with her lower body.

With a fleshy thud, Kyla’s butt collided with a thick pillar of flesh–a genital stalk–and her legs tangled with the tentacles supporting the wrong male. Ebony skin and blood-red cloth filled Kyla’s dazed gaze.

Kyla let out a wordless noise of frustration. She’d been so close to reaching Jud and then the Trilophlorus had flung her all the way over to the other team’s third. Quickly leading the tentacle around her neck and the tentacle around her right arm down to her puffy red nipples, Kyla turned the other way and saw that she’d wound up right between Dwen and Cedric, in arms reach of them both.

Cedric Ravenreed. Not a gladiator that happened to have the same name. Cedric. Kyla’s eyes locked with his, going wide with recognition and sheer shock. His eyes went wide in a similar manner, his expression plainly stunned.

It was him. It was him.

And that was when her breasts ran dry and the tentacle coiling around Kyla’s neck did not go limp and release her. Kyla was too stunned to notice it increase its futile efforts to get more milk from her and inadvertantly cut off her air, until she was already passing out.

Cedric! was Kyla’s first thought when she regained consiousness. She was still so astounded that it took several moments to remember that she had been strangled, and should perhaps be worried about that. She was laying on something soft, head and shoulders supported by the familiar sensation of ethereal arms. Kyla took a deep breath and found no lingering pain in her neck.

“How are you feeling, Kyla?” Lonji’s voice asked.

Kyla sat up and opened her eyes. She was back in her room, sitting on the plush rug with Lonji’s arms around her from behind. He moved with her, pressing his chest to her back so she could lean on him.

“Healthy, a little groggy,” Kyla said. “Dumb. Who won?”

“After you got suffocated Dwen reached her teammate with one hand and tried to help you with the other. Valgani’s team has widened their lead,” Lonji reported. “You should be more careful, Kyla.”

“It was a dumb mistake,” Kyla sighed. “Just because it wasn’t strangling me immediatly doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have been on guard for it to start.”

“Indeed,” Lonji said wryly. “Would you like me to describe the rest of the Event, or would you prefer to wait for the holocording?”

“I’ll wait,” Kyla said as Lonji’s hands slid up onto her breasts and gently massaged them. Her nipples were still a little sore. Trilophlori were clearly not the gentlest of creatures.

Lonji leaned Kyla’s head back on his shoulder and slid one hand down her belly, lightly slipping his fingers through Kyla’s sex. His fingers rubbed her slowly, stroking her with a mellow caress.

Kyla smirked a little. “So what’s up with you and Nahri?”

“Are you refering to our agreeable professional philosophies?” Lonji asked with a hint of humor.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you two getting all cute,” Kyla said.

Lonji chuckled briefly. “Handlers are discouraged from discussing their personal lives with charges, you know.”

“Fine,” Kyla said. “Still. It’s sweet.”

Staring off into nothing while Lonji softly played her body, Kyla thought once more about how incredible it was that Cedric was in the same building as her. They had grown up together and she’d been thirteen the last time she had seen him. That was right before a group of battling adventurers had destroyed her home town and she’d gone with her parents into the city. They had kissed goodbye, and it had been her first. Kyla hadn’t kissed anyone in years.

And now he was here and Kyla really wanted to see him again. She knew she couldn’t, though. The rules of the Colosseum wouldn’t permit her to talk to him. Kyla sighed, half in pleasure from what Lonji’s hands were doing, and half with dissapointment over Cedric.

Kyla continued to dwell on it after Lonji brought her to orgasm, fed her, and left to go be with Nahri. She hung in her NEST wishing she could simply go find Cedric’s room and be reunited with him.

But then, why can’t I? Kyla thought, beginning to feel a little rebellious.

There were measures in place to ensure that gladiators’ rooms remained a sanctuary for them. She couldn’t have asked about them now without giving away her intention, but fortunately, Kyla had once asked about it out of innocent curiosity. Lonji? Is there anything that keeps gladiators out of each other’s rooms besides you?

The floor, Lonji had replied. Enchantments in the metal read the life-signature of any who set foot upon it and alerts the handlers if it doesn’t match the assigned occupant of the room.

The red dividing curtains hung from bars that hung a few feet below the celling. There was room to climb over one, or perhaps, along one. She could do that.

“NEST, Release,” Kyla commanded, and the glossy black tentacles set her down.

She was going to see Cedric one way or another. She’d always respect the rules otherwise, but not about this. It was ridiculous to keep her away from some one she ached to see again, Kyla rationalized, since it would be a constant distraction that would hurt her performance and, isn’t embracing desire a central tenant of the Etherean way of life?

Kyla gathered fistfulls of red cloth in her hands and quickly hauled herself up to the support structure. Once perched with her back touching the celling, it was precarious but within Kyla’s ability to balance. She crept along the metal bars in the shadowed scaffolding, looking down into the rooms she passed. Zylesen was asleep in her NEST in one room Kyla passed, and she recognized others here and there.

There were empty rooms too. A lot of empty rooms. Kyla had figured there might be an unoccupied room here or there but nearly half the rooms she crawled over were dark and dormant. Her feet were hurting by the time she found the room she was looking for.

Cedric was up and awake, standing on one leg with the other one arched all the way up to his black-and-purple-clad head. He moved slowly through a series of poses Kyla didn’t recognize, but from the way he contorted himself Kyla figured she wasn’t even half that limber. She forgot the pain in her feet for while as she watched him.

“Cedric?” she called hesitantly after four more poses.

He jerked, startled and stumbling. He looked around for her and finally spotted her up by the celling.

“Kyla!” Cedric breathed. “It is you. How the fel–what are you doing up there?”

“Coming to see you, obviously,” Kyla said smiling, swinging down and hanging from the red cloth. “Help me down, I don’t think I can jump all the way to your rug.”

It took a moment before Cedric glanced at the floor and got it, but just as quickly he was there and ready to catch her. Kyla lowered herself into his arms and he took her weight, holding her close to his chest.

“We’re still probably going to get in trouble for this,” Cedric said, setting her down on the soft, comfortable rug in the center of his room.

Kyla grinned guiltily, pulling Cedric into a tight, fierce hug. “I couldn’t help myself. I thought I’d never see you again. When I saw you at the Event I couldn’t believe my eyes.”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you all day. I couldn’t sleep,” Cedric admitted, wrapping her up in his warm arms and leaning his forehead on her shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

Kyla laughed and her lips started kissing the firm skin of his chest. “I had to come see you. I couldn’t just ignore that you were here, even if we are breaking a rule.”

His firming erection was squeezed down between them. Hitching one leg onto Cedric’s hip, Kyla reached down and slipped his hardened shaft into her. She did it without thinking about it, but once he was inside her she looked into his indigo eyes and there was a significance to the moment that Kyla really wasn’t supposed to feel anymore.

“Light and Shadow,” Cedric said softly, sitting them down with Kyla astride his lap. “What happened to you, Kyla? The last time I saw you was when your family went with the refugee caravan to Stormwind.”

Kyla smiled, rocking gently on Cedric’s cock. “The short version is that I lived in Stormwind for a while, learned to fight, and five years ago I was conscripted, and recently I ended up in the Outland Campaign. Then I got blown up and here I am.”

“You can fill me in on the details later,” Cedric chuckled.

“I will,” Kyla promised, rubbing her still-tender breasts against his chest. “So how on Azeroth did you end up here, Cedric?”

“I… had a hard time of it,” Cedric said slowly. “After a few years, though, I started making money as an erotic dancer.”

“Oh. Is that what you were doing before I got here?” Kyla asked.

Cedric slid his hands down Kyla’s back, rounding her butt and flowing with her hips as she slowly undulated in his lap. “Sort of. It was just stretching and balance practice though, not an actual routine or anything. I worked at a Ladies Only tavern in Dun Morogh. Made good tips, and also discovered that a lot of gnome women are a bit more sexually ambitious than is good for them.”

Kyla giggled. “What happened?”

“Let’s just say I underestimated my viability as Succubus Bait and leave it at that,” Cedric said.

“Oh no way,” Kyla laughed. “You have to tell me that story now.”

Cedric grinned and shook his head. Shared laughter did wonderful things to the way their bodies were connected. Kyla gave him an affectionate poke in the chin. Their laughter went quiet, and Kyla just looked at him as he looked at her.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal. They were already having sex. Yet a magnetic tension seemed to hang in the air between them as they closed the distance. Cedric’s soft lips pressed slowly into Kyla’s, parting gently, and a deeper long-forgotten warmth suffused her being.

Kyla and Cedric kissed, and it awoke their hearts. This was going to be trouble.

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