Arena Ch. 10

She offers her neck and lips and breasts to Coy as they perform the rhythmic dance of two people enjoying the physical pleasure of the member of the opposite sex. His hands, no longer occupied subduing her, gently hold her in place, caressing her back and ass as they move. She can feel an orgasm coming, weak and distant, but there nonetheless, and she increases her tempo, drawing it closer, teasing it nearer.

He can feel her tightening up. "Are you going to come?" he whispers, holding her tighter as he moves, placing his feet on the ground to give him more power and speed, increasing the tempo of his thrusts to match hers.

"Oh, God... maybe," she gasps.

"Do you want me to take you from behind? You seem to like that."

"No," she breathes. "No, I want to feel you touching me, holding me." She groans low and deep as a spasm of pleasure passes through her. "Coy, I'm going to come. Please make me come, please make me come, please. I need you. Please... Oh god... Please make me come." She hears herself begging, begging a man to please her, and she doesn't care, not anymore, not with him.

He gently rolls her off of him onto her back. Moving with her, he places a leg on each side of her thighs, lowering himself and, with infinite care, slowly slides himself into her wetness once more. He settles onto his elbows, tucking his hands under her back and pulling her to him. As he begins to drive slowly, gently, into her, he pulls his legs in tight, using them to pinch her legs together, tightening her pussy up around his cock. He groans in pleasure as he thrusts, his orgasm building. Not only does she feel incredible, her tight, hot, wetness intoxicating, but he also may have won her! In the four weeks he's known her she's asked him for nothing, and now she is asking him to make her come. It may only be the passion of the moment, but he will do this for her. He will give her this orgasm, or he would burst his heart trying.

When he clamps her legs together, squeezing her tight around his shaft, she inhales suddenly. "Oh God," she moans, pulling him harder into her. He feels fucking huge, and yet the pleasure of his slow, rhythmic plunges are equally large. She pulls him tighter still. He has her pinned to the dirt, unable to move, her pleasure completely in his hands.

He groans long, low, and hard into her neck as her tightness strips him bare. Already he's fighting against his climax, a weak one to be sure, but an orgasm nonetheless. If he comes now, he's finished, and no amount of touching by Sierra will be able to revive him.

She is clawing for her release when she hears Coy groan in pleasure, fighting against his own orgasm. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop," she pants out, waging war with her own body as she tries to drag her orgasm to her.

He's unable to hold climax at bay and unwilling to stop making love to her. His climax overtakes him, and he grunts softly as he spills into her. His release is a small one, but she is panting breathlessly on every stroke, her orgasm near. He will not stop, he will make love to this woman until she comes, here, now, or he will die, because he is a gladiator, and he will never... ever... surrender. He closes his eyes, buries his head in her neck, and pulls her so tightly to himself his arms burn from the effort. He increases the tempo of his thrusts, trying to ignore the electricity that seems to be pouring directly into body, enduring the most exquisite agony, but not yielding to his body's demands.

She feels his wetness. He's come again, but she's close, so close, and she silently begs him for her release. Her pants become a moan as his arms tighten around her, threatening to crack her ribs, but she wishes he'd hold her tighter still. She can't tell if he's still coming or if it is simply that she is so wet, but she is nearing the edge, the point of no return. He cries out as if in pain, and yet the speed and the power of this thrusts increase again, his muscles twisting and rippling under his skin. She holds him tight, her eyes crushed closed, feeling the battle raging in his body as he whimpers and shakes, giving her everything he has, more than any man should be asked to give... until she falls once again into another raging orgasm. He continues to thrust his magnificent cock into her but the pleasure is too much. He has to stop before she her heart bursts. Words are beyond her as she slaps and scratches, moaning as her orgasm batters her, and still he continues to thrust. No, no, no! She can't take the pleasure anymore. Furiously pushing at his body, she finally escapes his grip, rolling over, and clutching at her womanhood as she curls into a ball on the dusty ground.

Suddenly aware that she is having her orgasm, he rolls off of her, freeing himself from pleasure so intense it's painful and rolling onto his back. When he can think again, he looks to her lying in the dirt beside him, facing him, her eyes tightly closed as she pants, each hard breath stirring the dust of the arena floor. Slowly, painfully, he pulls himself up onto his knees, then lowers himself in the dirt beside her, one leg tucking in between hers, as he gathers her into his arms.

She begins to straighten her cramping muscles as he lowers himself partially on to her. She's done, spent, finished. She can't receive him again, she can't. He has done what she swore no man would ever do, break her of her will. He gathers her into his arms, moving over just a bit to tenderly kiss her lips. She waits for him to make his demand. She doesn't want to submit, but she's been bested. She knows it, and he knows it. As he pulls back from the kiss she looks into his handsome, dirt covered face, she can feel the tears in her eyes, tears of frustration as she feels like she is losing a part of herself, but also tears of joy that perhaps she's found someone to fill a hole in her life she didn't know existed.

Looking deep into her eyes, seeing the tears there, he realizes he no longer cares who wins or who loses. He smiles softly, touching her face, gently wiping away the grime.

"I submit," he whispers before kissing her slowly, gently. He slowly pulls back from the kiss, holding her gaze as he smiles down her, before placing his head on her breast.

Rick looks at his three companions, no one sure what to do.

Todd says, "Let the recorders run. We don't know what may happen. They may start fucking again." The other three look at him dubiously. "Hey, I would have been done after the first time, but they went twice more."

The other three murmur in agreement and turn their attention back to the arena.

Sierra lies still, caressing Coy as he lies beside her, tears making tracks in the dirt on her face. She doesn't know why she's crying, only that she supremely happy and content in ways she's ever felt before. She and Will had some good times, and great sex, but Coy has fulfilled her in ways that goes beyond the physical. Lying on the ground, covered in dirt, sweat, mud, and sex, she's never felt more at peace. Her time with Coy may amount to nothing, but for the first time she wants to work for the relationship, to make it work, to give back more than she takes. She smiles as another tear leaks out of her eye and runs down her face, creating another track in the dirt.

He rests, caressing her as she strokes his head. He's totally spent. He just wants to sleep, to lie here and feel her body against his own. He has given her everything, more than he has ever given a woman before, and he's satisfied that he has done all he can to win her. If she rejects him now, he will have no regrets later that he didn't try hard enough. If later the relationship doesn't work out, he will at least have the memories of her and their time together. He sighs deeply, promising himself that if she'll give him the chance, he'll do everything he can to make a relationship with her work. With another deep sigh, he pulls himself up slightly and begins gently wiping the sweat and mud from her face, kissing her softly as he does.

"Why are you crying?" he whispers, ready to accept any answer she may give.

She sniffs and laughs. "I'm not sure. I think it's because I am happy." She looks into his smiling face. "Maybe because I am finally admitting to myself I may be falling in love with you."

She hears his breath hitch as he eyes swim with tears. He gently leans in, touching her lips with his own in feather-light touches. "Careful what you say or I might join you," he says with a tender smile.

They kiss and caress for several minutes more, losing themselves in the glow of their freshly blooming love until he slowly becomes aware of the driving drum beat and the mutterings of the crowd, sounds he can't recall hearing since he first stepped into the arena... two hours ago.

"I think we need to go," he murmurs, his lips dancing over her face.

He slowly gets to his feet, the crowd roaring to life as he does so, but he ignores them. They've had their show, but he's won the prize. He reaches down, offering her a helping hand. She takes it and he pulls her slowly to her feet, the din of the crowd increasing again. He pulls his Venus to him, sweaty and dirt stained, but more beautiful than any woman he's ever seen, holding her tight as he kisses her. Pulling back from the kiss, he takes her hand and together they walk to the tunnel.

Rick sees Coy and Sierra start to the tunnel. "Help them, and get the buses here!" is all he says before standing and walking to the edge of the pulpitis. He waits, giving Charlie and Todd time to change. Todd turns his costume inside out and Charlie discards her robes in favor of her rough tunic hidden underneath. Once again dressed as slaves, they quickly step out of the pulpitis to meet Coy and Sierra. One thing about roman clothing, it is easy to get in and out of quickly.

"Never!" Rick bellows, calling the crowd to attention, slowly lowering the thudding drumbeat. "Never have I seen any battle so gallantly fought!" he bellows again, the crowd roaring in approval, a number of the members in disarray or partial undress. Obviously, some in the crowd had done more than just watch. The angle of the sun has changed enough that he can just make out Todd, Charlie, Sierra, and Coy in the tunnel, watching and listening, Coy and Sierra wrapped in coarse blankets.

"Venus and Mars have brought great honor to their families and this house. They competed with great skill... determination... and strength!" he cries, pausing as once again as the crowd roars its approval.

"Who among you believe Venus carried the day?" Most of the women and a significant portion of the men roar their support.

"Who among you believe Mars carried the day?" he bellows back. This time the pitch is lower as most of the men and some of the women scream their support.

"And who among you..." he cries loudly, arms outstretched, "believe nothing has been decided here today—" He pauses as the loudest roar of all surrounds him, waiting until he can be heard again. "That nothing has been decided here today, and this most ancient battle will continue to be fought every day... in every city... on every street... in every house... and in every bed... in the empire?" he roars at the top of his lungs. The resulting cheer, almost five hundred strong, nearly shakes the walls of the arena.

He waits until the extended cheering dies down. "If there is a winner today, only mighty Jupiter knows who it is."

Rick pauses for a time, allowing the crowd to cheer before he cuts the recording. "Everyone! Everyone!" Rick calls, getting the crowd's attention once more. "The buses are on their way and should be here in about ten minutes. It's hot out here today, so if you need water or to use the restrooms, they are in the canteen area directly under the stands on this side," he shouts, motioning with his hands like a flight attendant. "Please take care exiting the area. If you would like to keep your tunic you may, or you can turn it in. Just leave it in the changing area in the front of the arena. From Giselle and I, and the entire Immersion Playground production team, we want to thank you for your attendance. Please watch the Immersion Playground store for the launch of Arena. Each of you will be credited with a free copy of the immersion as our way of thanking you for taking time out of your busy Saturday to be here with us today. Again, thank you for attending."