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Lunalove25: I know, right? If an alien chick wanted a piece of a human, it'd be Tal.
Rogan's gladiators were free to roam the habitat ring between matches but curfews were strictly enforced. Tala waited until a half-hour before the warning buzzer, both to steel her nerves and to irritate Feroza's. Let her get all hot and bothered waiting, she thought. On edge, the alien warrior would be more likely to make a mistake.
Amelie broke down and hugged her before she left. Celeste was far from weepy, yet she did give her an odd, Norai salute and spoke a phrase in her native tongue. The farewells made Tala's stomach churn, like she was being carted off to the front lines of a war. She kept thinking of her three goddess - Aiko would probably growl playfully and congratulate her on banging a "freaky fish girl". Nikki would swallow carefully, awkward and silent. Audrey ... thinking of her fiery diva's response brought a warm smile to her face.
'You gonna lie down and take it like a bitch, Tal? Hoof her in the cooter! Fuck her shit up!'
Standing before the metal doorway to Feroza's quarters, Tala affirmed to herself that she would not be taking anything lying down or willingly. She'd stood up to a goddess of love, she wasn't about to be violated by a lowly career fighter. 'Just going a bit more improvisational on this plan...'
"Enter," came the slithery reply to her knock. Inside, the room was spartan as befitting a warrior. There were no furnishing in the entry room, just rows of weapons hung on display racks. Feroza had organized her personal armory by function. Tala scanned over the swords and scimitars for slicing and trailed down to the maces and clubs for bludgeoning. Her eyes paused.
That black baton on the corner rack ... it looked like a perfect replica of the clubs carried by the guard captains...
"What do you think?"
Tala's heart shot through her chest as she whipped around, scanning the area behind her for the source of the disembodied voice. It was the intercom. 'Calm down, Tala,' the amazon reassured herself before formulating a reply.
"You certainly like your killing up close."
There was a deep chuckle that came from the direction of the dimly lit main room. "One is most… alive at the moment of the kill." Feroza seemed... at least open for conversation, and Tala figured she'd use that to rid herself of some of her anxiety.
"I suppose tonight is hands-only?" she asked, scanning the interior for her silver-scaled saboteur. From what she could make out, there were heads mounted up and down the walls. Or some kind of defining body parts. Flailing tails, bony backplates, giant claws and a heavily armored skull made up an abridged list of Feroza's trophies. Tala had no doubt that Feroza had hand-earned each and every one of them.
"Hands only? For tonight."
The parting of lips was audible off in the dark corner of the room. Tala's head jerked in the direction of a deep swishing sound, and with a resounding click, the room lights flickered to life.
There she was: Feroza, in all her naked glory, laid out across her bed at the far end of the room, head propped up in a clawed hand, curvy hips accented by the tantalizing position on her side. Her tail, which twirled in the air with deftness and dexterity, returned to its idle state behind her from just turning on the lights. Her grin intensified. "Impressed?"
Tala stopped, taking in the sight. Whether it was out of apprehension or simple eye candy, it was a debate within her own mind.
At any rate, Feroza seemed pleased with the expression on her face, letting her tail flick once in an idle slap. "Your garments - remove them."
Tala looked down on her black and red armored bodysuit, reflexively gripping at her covering. "Yeah, sure," she answered with a cautious swallow. She turned her back on the warrioress as she pulled down her front zipper, hoping a slow striptease would keep the clawed monster amused and at bay while she scrambled for some way to turn this to her advantage. 'Keep her talking,' her inner strategist hollered.
"So how'd you end up in the arena? Kidnapped? Gambling debts?" Behind her, Feroza snarled at these small-time origins, but a glimpse of Tala's bare shoulders seemed to loosen her tongue.
"I was discharged from my homeworld's military for... questionable treatment of prisoners. Mercenary work satisfied me for a time until Rogan's organization offered me work in the arenas."
Questionable treatment. Great, now this little chat was only intensifying the frantic drumbeat in her chest. "Oh… a career gladiator, huh?" Keeping her arms in their sleeves, Tala slid her bodysuit down to her waist. A nervous sweat made the flesh of her back glisten in the lamplight. Feroza's tail swished again. "Hmm, doesn't it cause problems with Rogan? Throwing matches against his orders?"
"Rogan understands that I will amuse myself with my prey as I please," Feroza snapped. The bedsprings groaned under her shifting weight, and Tala hastened to peel her arms from their sleeves, an offering of kindle to keep the hungry eyes on her at a distance. "Death may not come in the first match, but it is an inevitability when Feroza the Silver Blade is called to battle."
"Silver Blade, huh?" Crap, so Feroza was the 'alpha among alpha' those two Norai brawlers had warned her about. The situation was looking grim.
Tala scanned the weapon racks frantically, wondering if she could move fast enough to snatch one and go on the offensive. This entire room seemed like another mocking taunt, a show of domination – 'look all you want, they'll do you no good'. She remembered how quickly Feroza had moved in the bathing room - a silvery crack of thunder - and how easily she'd subdued Celeste. 'She'd be on me before I even turned around.' Feroza was likely already tensed, blood racing at the chance of provocation.
From shoulder to waist, Tala was now exposed, and only turning her back kept Feroza from leering at her large breasts and their pert tips. Tala hesitated as her thumbs slipped under the elastic at her hips, her final defense. She swallowed and pretended to struggle with wiggling out her buttocks. Feroza's tail cracked the air like a whip.
"Enough of this! Disrobe this instant before I tear your skin off along with your suit!"
Tala was stunned by how quickly that voice made her comply, how her hands hastened to strip her leggings down to her ankles; how her feet rushed to step out of her attached boots. She clutched the fabric to her chest, a futile gesture. From the bed, Feroza purred, sending a shiver up Tala's spine.
"Set down your clothing. Face me."
With a final shudder, goosebumps washing over her skin, Tala faced her captor and let her bodysuit puddle at her feet. Tala was aghast at the spell she was under. She had little to no problem with being naked in front of others but as Feroza's predator eyes ravaged her up and down, she felt exposed. Vulnerable. Filled with the needy desire to shield herself. But she was ordered otherwise. And that made it worse.
Feroza kept her place on the bed, her tongue flickering out of that face-splitting grin, tasting the smaller woman on the air, from the aroma of nervous sweat to the tantalizing stench of fear. Her prey very well knew that their best chance to live past tonight was to submit.
But that wasn't any fun.
Hearing the bed groan again made Tala shudder, and the sound of clawed feet on the hard metal floor made the amazon's heart thump in her chest. She could feel her red organ kicking at her sternum like a beast pounding against a cage. She only wished there was a cage wall between her and this beast. The idle breeze was cold against her piping hot skin, reminding her just how exposed she was. Feroza's approaching form made her take the first breath she had in several moments, and swallowing the lump in her throat, Tala stood her ground.
Feroza now stood before her, tail swishing and never stopping. A silver hand rose from that round, armored hip, a single clawed digit slowly rising to the lesser warrior's beet-red face. Out of instinct, another tremor wracked Tala's body. A glimpse of Feroza's those obsidian-like claws made her breath pick up. One good swipe could reduce her amazonian body to bloody ribbons.
The claw moved up alongside her face, and Tala tilted her head away. A small chuckle erupted from Feroza's smirking form. The claw quickly moved in closer. Tala's breathing ceased as she bit her lip, eyes snapped shut.
She felt a few locks of hair slide behind her ear.
When Tala realized she wasn't bleeding and wasn't breathing, she released the breath she was holding and slowly, cautiously opened her eyes. Feroza leaned down so they were face to face, inciting a small, but audible gasp from the amazon. "Where is the fearsome warrior that led her companions to victory, hmm?"
The Silver Blade rose back up to her full height, a whole head and shoulders higher, and began pacing around Tala, her body and her reactions under the predator's gaze.
"Where is the dealer of death that charged head-long into a fighting establishment, not unlike this one, and came out covered in the blood of her enemies?" Tala's trembling subsided. "Where is the fearless Othuum hunter who wielded nothing but her blade before stripping the life from the wild beast's body?"
Tala's gaze rose from the floor as Feroza began circling back behind her.
"Is it because you're now toothless? Without a weapon?" Feroza leaned in behind her, feeling the smaller woman's trembling return with a vengeance. "... exposed?" The alien continued circling as she released a booming torrent of laughter. Her guffaws were mocking. Insulting. Scathing.
And they did their job, getting under her prey's timid skin.
Tala's fists clenched again, so hard that her knuckles went white. Not out of her apprehensive attempt to keep her bearings, but out of buried rage, dug up when the insults pierced her flesh. She'd been Feroza's captor since she entered the alien's bedchambers, her claim when she agreed to be here and her prey when they met eyes.
But the warrior blood fervently coursing through Tala's veins screamed otherwise.
Without thinking in the slightest, Tala's fist cocked back. Every muscle from her forearms to her shoulders to her abdomen boomed to life, and with a cry that would make her ancestors proud, she launched her fist straight for the Silver Blade's smug face.
The blow caught Feroza straight across the jaw, sending her reeling back head-first. Tala's captor held that stunned tableau for several thundering heartbeats until the Irishwoman wondered if she'd punched the alien into shellshock.
It was a fleeting hope. The Silver Blade straightened up, rubbing a palm over her wounded cheek as that insufferable grin regrew. Feroza's insatiable grin declared that she was far from winded.
"RAAH!" Tala charged in for round two, opening with an uppercut to Feroza's jaw and following up with swift punches to the stomach. Better to aim underneath the rib cage, she reasoned, but Feroza's scales made every punch feel like they connected with kevlar. The gladiator chuckled at her onslaught.
"Are you trying to amuse me?" she inquired before catching Tala's next punch and spinning her into a hold: one claw wrenching Tala's fist in the air, the other seizing the amazon's throat and crushing Tala against her glistening chest. "You'll have to do better."
There was blood pooling over Tala's knuckles and Feroza forced that hand to her lips, lapping her forked tongue over the wound. Tala's legs shuddered - just a flick of that firm muscle held more potency than a dozen Wreeyak tentacles and Feroza seemed to know it, purring hungrily at her captive's sudden gasp. "Can you feel it, human - my heartbeat beneath your head? If you want me to feel it, that's where you need to strike."
Feroza pushed her away with a parting slap on the rump that sent Tala steaming red. "Now HIT me!" she commanded.
Tala whirled around and charged. Feroza raised her guard to intercept. 'Not today, bitch.' At the last minute Tala ducked low and poured all of her weight into her foot. She wasn't wearing stilettos like a certain feisty redhead, but slamming Feroza's shin head-on still made the alien grimace and stagger back a step.
"A little trick I picked up from my little prey," Tala grinned before delivering the follow-up punch straight to Feroza's heart.
The Silver Blade toppled onto the bed, winded and surprised. Tala gave her no opportunity to recover, scrambling on top of her opponent, seizing Feroza's wrists and pinning the alien down the weight of her thighs. Sweaty and winded from the fight, both woman panted and stared at each other.
"Very good," Feroza rasped, trying to move her wrists to no avail.
Tala smirked. "I'm a bit of an alpha myself." She leaned forward some more, making her pin a matter of weight rather than strength. Feroza definitely wasn't going anywhere.
However, such an action placed her sizable bosom directly over the silver huntress' face. A perfect weakness to exploit. Smirking, Feroza summoned her snaking blue tongue and, in one swift motion, dragged the ends along one of the amazon's erect tips. That triggered a sharp intake of breath from Tala, who wore a look of stunned realization.
She was again at Feroza's mercy.
She had to keep her position or else Feroza would be all over her, but if she stayed like this, the huntress was free to ravage her overhanging bosom with a giant forked tongue and a full complement of teeth. The new torrent of teases and tickles ushered some muffled whimpers from the amazon, but she held firm.
"It seems I've found your weakness, human. Among others."
Feroza surveyed the situation while she administered her treatment. With this female practically posing on display, there were an untold number of retaliations the Silver Blade could administer. Her tail was perfectly free. Later, she decided. Right now, it was enough to revel in the muffled sounds of pleasure coming from her prey. The space where the human sat atop her abdomen was getting very warm.
"S-s-stop!" Tala cried, feeling her body on the verge of snapping and doing something stupid. Her lower half was beginning to ache and Feroza's scales, once cold to the touch, grew hot and enticing under her meaty thighs. But as she took a brief moment to reassess, there came another realization.
She was no longer plagued by fearful thoughts, but horny ones.
Feroza was probably tasting the undeniable stench of her heat as she dripped all over the alien woman's abdomen. The Silver Blade panted with an unquenchable hunger, her tongue flicking uncontrollably, her purr almost deafening.
Reaching her serpentine head up, grinning like mad, Feroza's snout made contact with one of Tala's sweat-glistened breasts, inciting a satisfying gasp from the woman on top of her. "S-stop it!"
"Now now, why would I want to do that?" The smell and taste of this human's musk was wonderful.
Her tail shot around Tala's neck. The amazon instinctively released her grip on her captor's wrists, leaving more than enough opportunity for the armor-clad saboteur to seize Tala's wrists. In one swift motion, their places were swapped and Tala found herself staring up into Feroza's growing, hunger-stricken eyes.
Tala's legs remained wrapped around Feroza's midsection and with her arms pinned, the alien was far too large to break away from. She tried to move her feet under Feroza's powerful frame, but the Silver Blade leaned in before she could. Tala shuddered at the feeling of an impenetrable hide squishing her breasts between their bodies.
"All mine," Feroza smirked, delighting in the smaller woman's hot gasps as her tongue slithered down Tala's neck and chest for a more thorough examination. To drive home her complete victory, Feroza brought her tail up to Tala's face, delivering a mocking poke of the cheek.
That was when Tala turned her head and snapped her teeth around the tip. Feroza reared back with a gasp, but it wasn't a cry of pain Tala detected.
"Cease that," the warioress demanded, but now she was equally paralyzed, not daring to move lest Tala increase the pressure of her teeth. 'Found a weak spot, have I?' Tala smirked, letting her tongue swirl in exploration around the scaly tip, increasing Feroza's torment.
"Enough!" Feroza moved a hand from Tala's wrist to over top her breast. Tala pressed her advantage, wrapping her free hand around the tender tail and stroking it up and down. Feroza bucked her hips wildly, trying to pull away but Tala only squeezed her legs tighter around the woman's frame, holding her body and her heat. The message was clear:
'If I'm going down, then you're coming with me.'
Desperate to escape, Feroza's brought the full tenderness of her tongue to Tala's breasts, trying to provoke another release. At the same time, Tala intensified the grip of her palm, stroking faster over the sensitive limb. The clash of their lower bodies rocked the bedsprings to their limit.
Neither of them could say who reared back first, only that the first cry of ecstasy was swiftly echoed by another. Tala's head heaved into the pillows, Feroza's back arched in a roar. Two warriors rocked to their cores by a double-edged knock-out blow.
When the fog of pleasure descended, both women found themselves collapsed with their backs on the bed, winded.
"Holy … crap…"
"Sha...to…" Feroza panted back in an alien tongue. The feeling of record-breaking ecstacy seemed mutual.
Tala stared up at the ceiling, feeling the sudden, heavy weight of her actions. 'By Venus, did I just- ? Did I let her -?'
Whatever comments the goddess of love might've made were interrupted when a strange sound caught Tala's ear.
Looking over to her bedmate, Tala saw the worn, silver-scaled bounty huntress' lips curled up in a grin. Not one out of maniacal thirst or bloodlust, but one of amusement. Satisfaction, even. The feeling was infectious and soon she joined Feroza in a light-hearted chuckle.
"So how's that for coaxing cries out of my delicious body?"
Feroza regarded her prey-turned-adversary with a smirk. "Satisfactory." The reply was winded and tired, but still mirthful, like a friend after a long game of tag.
Feeling a weight lifted off of her shoulders, Tala shot back with a smirk of her own. "I hope you know that you came first," she jabbed.
Feroza scoffed, returning her gaze to the ceiling. "Bold and humorous."
"I know - lots to love about me." Feeling the fire in her belly rekindle - her experiences in the bedroom made her very resilient - Tala sat up with surprising speed and before the Silver Blade could react, the tip of her sensitive tail was in the clutches of the amazon again, but instead of man-handling the sensitive piece as she had moments ago, Tala pressed the fleshy tail tip directly between her cleavage, coaxing a moan out of both of them.
"Again?" Feroza chucked. "I doubt you'll last long."
"Wanna bet?" the redhead challenged, thoughts of Jessie's sexual prowess with her flashing in her mind. She was more than ready for another round.
Teasing and rubbing with this monstrous woman brought her to climax within one minute whereas full-on fisting from her other girls would take several. She was locked in sensual embrace with a beauty that could quite literally tear her limb from limb. Feroza's sudden movements made her heart leap, adrenaline flooded her system at the slightest tension, and the fear she felt course through her was very real. There was no dispute of who had the power here, and it wasn't her. And when it came to how hot and bothered it made her, it made all the difference.
Feroza shuddered as her tail fucked the smaller woman's bodacious assets, but unlike the human, she wasn't the same champion Tala was in regard to carrying on after the first round. After that first orgasm, Tala was warmed up and ready for battle. Feroza, on the other hand, was just now feeling the drowsiness go away.
Many rounds later, Feroza was a spent wreck, slumped against Tala's chest like a silver scaled pelt. "Unbelievable..." she panted. Just when she thought she was done, she felt Tala's invasive tongue buried between her legs once more, and once the electrifying pleasure coursed through her again, she didn't want to stop.
"Mm, yeah..." Tala's mind was buzzing with all the uses she'd found for Feroza's tail - all the nooks and crannies she'd let her new playmate explore - but even she found her energy dwindling and allowed Feroza to claim her for some restful spooning. It was a novel change - letting her partner play the role of the big spoon. "Gotta say, having an extra limb does have its advantages."
"Your anatomy is equally erotic," Feroza murmured, squeezing a fleshy breast in each hand. For Tala, it was a rare treat to find a lover large enough to fully handle her assets, so she snuggled in and enjoyed the luxurious afterplay massage. "You're far warmer too."
'Warmer than…' Tala bridged. "Zathra and Luna, was it?" Feroza nodded into her bosom. "How are they? In bed, I mean."
Feroza snorted. "Cold. Inexperienced. Submissive."
That made Tala think. Feroza insulted her. Laughed at her. Provoked her into fighting back. She wanted a fight. And after the first punch was thrown, Tala was happy to give it. "Giving up without a fight? Doesn't sound too fun."
The alien huffed steamy breath over one of her mounds. "It never is."
"Speaking of fun, still going to throw the fight tomorrow?"
"I may just let you conquer me in the next three or four matches," Feroza chuckled back. "I'd be sure to pay you back after curfew."
Tala laughed gaily at that threat, but Feroza's words were coming softer now. A long yawn drifted over her bare skin. "I could persuade Rogan to spare you," Feroza whispered. "He talks highly of family honour and restitution, but money is his true concern. You'd be a valuable asset to him. To me."
"Maybe," Tala yawned back. She was too exhausted to consider the offer any more than idle pillow talk. "Maybe I'll escape before then, be on my way back home."
"You'd never make it," Feroza promised. "I'd never let you."
'To think I'd let you stay here is the real crime.' Tala didn't say that last part, but it was a persisting thought up until her heavy eyes fell shut and sleep finally claimed her.