Kael heaved in an empty cell, pale fog slipping his lips. From outside, a rash, imprudent voice pierced the silence.
"Let's go!"
The voice rattled down the row, rousing every prisoner awake as two soldiers emerged from the shadows.
"Tonight's bar'll be flush with spenders," one muttered, jingling his keys as he neared.
The other gave a dry chuckle. "Hah. The Arena packs full the moment this bastard's name hits the pamphlets."
Their laughter and chattering echoed thinly off the chamber walls, as one gave the cage lock a twist, before it clank open with a noise.
Inside - Kael sat in the corner, still and silent, as his gaze fixed on them.
One of the soldier stepped inside, eyes darting towards Kael's stare—his tongue clicked as he pushed sharp steel scraping to Kael's side, drawing a shallow nick of blood from his arm.
"What are you looking at, savage?" The soldier barked "Save that stare for the Arena."
They quickly hauled the chains binding him, metal rattling against the floor as they unlatched the cuffs from the metal bar.
And then, with a sudden jerk, they yanked the metal chains hard. Kael crashing onto the floor, the chain biting into his wrists as they dragged him forward, always keeping a distance from him—spears pointed towards Kael, tips pressing against his back, as one soldier barked.
"What're you gawking at?" the back of the spear, jabbing to his side. "Save those eyes for the crowd—they'll cream themselves watching you bleed."
The other one laughed, as he stepped closer, kicking Kael to the side. "On your feet Idiot. Walk yourself to the goddamn Arena."
Kael heaved, eyes down, as he slowly rose to his feet, shoulders trembling, and muscles aching.
He clenched his muscles, forcing his body upright on unsteady legs.
Kael stood back - waiting for a breath, as one of the soldiers jabbed him from the back. "Go on," he barked.
Kael shifted back, facing the looming iron gate.
Behind him, the guards shouted, and from the side a harsher voice cut in—"Step back."
The gate shuddered. Iron against stone as it lifted, shrieking on its hinges.
The sudden rush of air struck Kael, hot and dry, and along with it, cmae the thunder of the crowd. Their scream devouring every other sound the moment they their gaze fell on him.
Metal railings shaking under the weight of their bodies, fists and hands pounding. The stone walls hummed with their frenzy as Kael expression changed to a small smirk, stepping barefoot onto the sand.
Sweat, seed, and blood clung to the ground—as he felt it. The stench filling his lungs, heavy, intoxicating as if years of rot and lust pressed into the Arena floor.
And as he took it all in, suddenly—a boot slammed into his side, forcing him to stumble. His gaze turned, only to find a guard leveling his spear onto his throat while the other seized his wrist. "Don't move," grthe soldier growled, unclasping the chains and letting them fall with a dull clang.
"Don't disappoint the audience." The guard stepped back, leaving him bare.
Kael clicked his lips, as he glanced down—onto the marks of the flesh where iron had eaten his flesh—purple burns gouged deep , ribs aching from past beatings. And yet… despite the scars, despite the pain, he glanced down—his cock betrayed him—hard, and twitching, shameless in its own hunger.
Kale sighed, as soon, the announcer's heavy voice split the air. "Tonight! Flesh will feed flesh! Blood will taste blood! One will cry, and the other shall die! Give a round of applause for the first competitor!"
The arena thundered in response. Howls, roars, fists hammering metal and stone until the ground shook.
Opposite to him, iron ground against the stone as the far gate groaned open.
Kael looked closely, his senses sharpening in response, as from the shadows, a woman walked open, naked—save for the leather straps that bound only what the crowd demanded remain barely hidden. Breast bouncing with each step, as her hips swayed, skin glistening under torchlight.
The crowd erupted in voices, their noise breaking as they screamed her name, a chant rising like worship."Selka! Selka! Selka!"
The woman walked closer—right in front of the oppnenent. Her stature—Tall, and lithe, with a fever in her eyes. she carried a slick blade that trailed fresh blood from its tip, its oily gleam catching the firelight, crimson dripping steadily staining the sand.
Kael swallowed, throat parched, as Selka bared her foxlike grin. Blood spattered across her curves, streaks of blood glistening dangerously close near her panties, her smile was feral as she leaned forward—shaping her lips to a sentence.
"I'll take your last breath into my cunt," she purred, voice low and obscene.
The crowd howled, maddened, as Kael steadied his breathing."Try for that," he mocked, as the bell's clang cut the tension.
Selka's grin snapped into focus—in one quick motion, she surged forward. Kael mirrored, as he charged towards her, neither bothering with circling or feints, as they collided head-on.
Steel shrieked as Kael's manacle met Selka's blade, sparks flaring between them.
"Too feisty, aren't you?" Selka hissed, lips curling back into a savage smile.
Kael answered with silence, muscles straining as he forced her back. Selka licked her lips, head tilting closer, eyes burning with lust.
"Men like you are why I love living… but sigh—not the time."
Her leg shot up, straight for his groin.
Kael twisted at the last instant, seizing her thigh mid-swing. His other hand caught her breast strap, the leather binding her bust in place.
Kael yanked hard on it, as Selka without flinching—unashamed, let the leather strap tore loose, as her breast spilled free from behind her wraps—sweat-slick, and bouncing.
The crowd lost itself, howling like demons unleashed, cries clawing the air as they drank in the sight of Selka's spilled breast.
Selka glanced down, breath catching, as she curled her lips dragging the tongue slowly across them, wetting, her eyes narrowed in delight. "Nobody's ever managed that," she purred, before lunging again.
Her sudden rush forced Kael back. He raised an arm, but too late—her blade nicked his shoulder. A line of hot pain split, as blood spilled free.
Selka's eyes lit at the sight, locked on the fresh spurt. As, she moaned. Actually moaned.
A raw, guttural sound that rippled through the arena. Her thighs trembled, lust and bloodlust indistinguishable.
The moan speared through Kael. His cock surged hard, straining, even as rage boiled hotter inside.
With a snarl, he snapped his elbow forward—bone and muscle behind it. Impact cracked against Selka's jaw, a wet crunch as her cheek split, blood spraying across her smile.
She reeled back, staggering—her eyes never leaving him. Blood ran from the corner of her mouth, teeth bared, chest heaving as if every drip of pain only made her wetter.
Selka smiled through the crack in her jaw, blood running down her chin. And then—with one savage motion, she tore the rest of her straps away—armor falling in scraps until she stood bare in the torchlight, her body gleaming with sweat and streaked in blood, nipples stiff against the night air.
The Arena exploded, a thousand throats howling at her nakedness, as if the walls themselves would collapse.
Kael's instincts screamed.
But, it was already too late. With a feral cry, Selka drove her heel into the ground and launched herself towards him. Her body slamming into his, her thighs snapping shut around his waist, hips grinding hard against his upright cock. Her breasts crushed against his chest as the edge of her blade scraped his throat.
Kael jammed his hand between them, acting as the only barrier keeping her trembling blade from sawing through his neck. His muscles trembled under her weight, veins bulging as he fought to keep her from pressing deeper.
Her slit pressed hot against him—wet, dripping, dragging along the ridge of his cock with every twist of her hips, each desperate grind threatening to swallow him. Selka's breath was feverish on his face as she snarled, eyes alight with lust and murder both:
"Do it. Fuck me while I kill you."
Her grip tightened, the blade pressing harder, drawing another slick line of blood down his neck.
The crowd roared in unison, stamping, fists hammering rails until the whole pit shook. "Blood! Flesh! Fuck! Blood! Flesh! Fuck! "
Kael snapped. His hand shot up, fisting Selka's hair, wrenching her head back with savage force. Her blade arm trembled, but he dragged it away, his face pressing close—teeth sinking into the sweaty flesh of her throat. His growl tore against her skin:
"I'll do it. But I won't be the one to die."
Selka gasped, writhing against his grip, but his hands locked onto her like iron.
With a brutal thrust, Kael drove his hips upward. His cock speared into her slit, hot and dripping, plunging deep into her cunt. Selka's cry ripped free, half-ecstasy, half-rage, as her thighs clenched desperately around him.
In the same brutal motion, Kael seized her wrist, tearing the blade from her weakening grasp. Without pause, he reversed it and drove the steel into her body. The impact burst hot blood across his chest even as his cock hammered into her trembling pussy.
Seed erupted inside her, thick and molten, flooding her as the blade sank deeper.
The world seemed to explode. The crowd's roar became a storm as blood sprayed in arcs, painting his skin. Selka convulsed on his cock, climax tearing her apart even as her life bled out. Her moans broke into a death-rattle, thighs still quivering around him as she came.
Kael's own orgasm crashed through her—blinding, searing, violent. For a heartbeat, they were locked in a single motion: his seed filling her as her blood emptied onto him.
And then—a sudden screen popped in front of him
[ Bloodlust System Awakening… ]
[ Carnal Essence Detected — Blood & Seed Fusion Achieved. ]
[ Stats Unlocked: Fury +2 | Eros +2 | Instinct +1 ]
[ Skill Acquired: Bloodrush (Lv.1) ]
[ Description: After orgasm + kill within 30s, enter frenzy. Duration: 30s. Effect: All stats doubled. ]
Kael gasped as raw power flooded his limbs. Wounds sealed in an instant, muscles thrummed with heat. His cock—still buried in Selka's twitching corpse—remaining iron-hard as if refusing to relent.
Selka's bloody lips quivered into one last—faint smile, her eyes glassy, as her voice broke into a whisper: "Stronger… than me…".
Her body went limp.
The crowd erupted in madness. Men and women screamed in lust, rutting openly in the stands. Others pounded the railings with bloodied fists, chanting for more. The Pit fed on their frenzy.
Above, the announcer's voice thundered over the chaos: "Behold! A victor is born! But the Pit's hunger is endless!"
Another gate rumbled, iron chains groaning as it began to rise.