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A reason to fight.....

In all honesty, Zaryn really had no preference whether she slept clothed or not, since he wasn't really itching for another go. Though, watching that lovely body becoming more and more revealed again, he certainly didn't mind her assumption. So, he just lay there, on top of the blanket, in just his pants, watching her as she stripped yet again without saying a word.
 
Her back to him as she peeled the clothes from her body once again. It almost seemed silly that she had taken the time to put them back on once again. She was just removing them less then 10 minutes after putting them on again. Her firm ass as she bent over to collect her pants from the floor, folding the clothing and putting them in a neat pile on the chair beside her side of the bed. Turning to let him see her full frontal a moment before she pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed, she did not seem as shy about being exposed before him now.
 
Zaryn's eyes never left her body as she got undressed and slid into bed. He had originally not planned to initiate sex again, but having that wonderful, fully naked body next him was really beginning to make him reconsider. Hard to say what was keeping him from doing it as he lay beside her, mind filling with those familiar thoughts.
 
She said nothing, not going to initiate anything as well. It was easier for her to resist since he was not naked beside her. That and it was really not in her place to initiate sex between them. It was when he wanted it, not when she wanted it. Turning over, she had to lay on her left side with her still sore side and that left her facing him.
 
((Sorry for the slowness. Got distracted by a new game I'm playing called Grand Chase. It's highly addicting.))

"You know.........you don't have to sleep naked if you don't want." said Zaryn. He was really just trying to keep the silence from setting in, and that was the first thing that came to mind. Even then, he was still HIGHLY tempted to take advantage of the situation. How could he not? She was one of, if not the hottest woman he had ever seen.
 
((Sorry right back at you. Had to take a few days off from rping to recharge my head a bit. Let's see if it's been enough time.))

Her opened her eyes up and looked at him, tugging the top edge of the blanket up over her breasts a bit more firmly, shaking her head a bit against the pillow. "You bought me new clothing and it would be a shame to dirty them so quickly by wearing them to bed. I can get two or three wears out of them, but only half that if I wear them to bed." She was still thinking like the girl she was before. Only a few scraps of clothing to wear all the time, learning how to stretch them out for days at a time. It was a necessity for a person that didn't have a lot. She had not thought to buy something to sleep in while at the market earlier.
 
((No worries. If you need to take more time, feel free. I've got yet another game addiction in the form of Warhammer: Dark Crusade.))

"If you say so." Zaryn replied with a light shrug. He figured she knew what she was talking about. He didn't know from personal experience though. Being in battle almost every day in the arena, left him in armor most of the time. And his clothes quickly got torn up and such. Though, not caring about dressing fancy, he generally wore clothes, even if they had tears and rips in them.
 
((Sorry for the wait again, ha))

She did not respond back again as she just closed her eyes, snuggling into the pillow, it seeming to force her body to draw closer to his still. She let out a soft, almost sweet sigh as she settled in for the night more deeply. The afterglow of sex from before really having calmed her well.
 
((No worries.^_^ Not sure how my posting will be with the weather like it is down here. There's snow and ice all over the place, so I can't really go anywhere. Though, my cousin does plan to get Dead Space 2 soon. And once he gets that, if I can install it on my comp as well, and not need the disc to play, like the last one, I'll be playing that near non stop, which will cause my posts to take a while.))

As she drifted off, Zaryn found his gaze lingering on her for a moment, more or less studying her. They still surprised one another and he was just trying to figure her out. Still, he had to admit she looked almost.........graceful laying there, relaxed and a bit loosened up. It seemed sex had accomplished more than just physical pleasure. It also set their minds at ease, if only for the time being. It would seem that sexual tension had it's uses. If all their counters set them at ease like this, it would most definitely be a regular thing to look forward to. And with how highly complicated the arrangement already was, god only knows to what it would lead to.
 
((Hmmmm, good question. An idea I had was for him to enter the arena again, while she sits on the sidelines, worrying about him. Since it's still too early for the romance to really come into swing yet, the worry would be from if he loses and dies, she'll go to a new master, who would probably treat her like crap. Though, things will be quite complicated, as while she knows how badass he is, she doesn't know why she feels such worry for his safety, which leads to more questioning over her feelings towards the whole situation.))
 
((Indeed, with her perhaps accidentally letting on how worried she was, he teases her a bit, then cue hot, semi angry sex.^_^))
 
A week passed, her bruises healed, but nothing else really seemed to change among them. They quickly feel into routine of waking up, going through their regular activities, had sex, when to sleep. There was no real bond or attachment between them which seemed to be a good thing. Then it was the day of the arena. As the people's champion, it was his duty to at least make and appearance, even on day when he choice not to fight.
 
((I thought you weren't suppose to be back till the 19th. Did I just get all forgetful again? Either way, nice to have ya back.^_^))

"It's almost time to go to the arena." Zaryn replied with a reluctant groan as he pushed himself up off his slave and..........well, love wasn't quite the right word, them having just finished having sex yet again. He found the euphoria and relaxed feeling that climaxing brought on to be a nice preparation for a battle.

"I will grab my equipment, while you collect medical supplies. I don't fear death, but even I rarely come out of a fight unscathed. And I'd much prefer that the thing that kills me not be an infected scratch." he added, standing as he looked down at her, finding the sight of her glistening in sweat quite appealing. But alas, there was no time to partake in more intimate pleasure. That would have to wait until after the days events were done.

((I had an idea for a little side event that happens while he fights. Since she'll more or less be "backstage" as he fights, she'll be around the other men, such as guards and other fighters. And with her being so hot, it wouldn't be out of the realm of possiblity that they get grabby and molest her. Having pretty well resigned herself to her fate as a slave, she does not fight them, as she knows it would cause trouble for Zaryn. They wouldn't full on bang her though. Just some over and under the clothes fondling, ending with perhaps her getting bent over against a wall, pants pulled down and seconds away from being penetrated, when the guy suddenly gets knocked across the room by a just arrived Zaryn, after winning his fight.))
 
Keelia casually re-doned the clothing that he had removed from her during the act. Everything she did was casual since she became Zaryn's property. It actually amazed her how simple her life have become in such a short amount of time. And how easily she feel into this world and his routines. This was the first time something different was really happening for them as she finished lacing up her bodice over her shirt, leaving the shirts hem un-tucked from her pants as she stood and nodded her head, "Yes master," she replied as she went about the task he had given her, packing the supplies into a basket to take with her to the arena.

((I like that idea. I have an idea for a plot line down the road when she is more falling for him and knowing it where he is to fight someone that is a real challenge. Someone he might not actually be able to defeat and she knows that going into the fight is basically a death warrant for him so she tricks him into missing it while she goes in his place and almost gets herself killed by the time he gets there to stop the fight.))
 
Soon after, Zaryn came out, fully prepared for his upcoming fight, decked out in his typical armor and choice of weapons.

"Come. Let us go please the masses." he said, heading out the front door and waiting for her to follow. One could easily tell what the days events were about, as crowds of people were already filling the streets, heading for the arena, or shopping at the various stores that people set up on the way there, using the arena as a way to help sell whatever wares they have.

((Sounds good to me. Since I'm not particularly good at fight scenes, when it comes time for the fondling stuff, do you mind if we focus on that, with an occasional mention of the ongoing fight, such as hearing clanging steel, cries of pain she can't recognize, cheers of the crowd, etc...... And since her attention is focused on the man or men molesting her, she's not sure who those sounds belong to, leaving her worried about Zaryn as we originally planned.))
 
Picking up the basket, she headed out with him, being the dutiful slave and remaining a few steps behind him at all times as they made their way to the arena. The people they passed did not even seem to notice her. His defeat of her was already old news. Now it was all about what was about to happen at today's battles.

When they arrived, Zaryn was greeted with the usual warmth and flair by all he meet. He was after all, the people's champion and their hero. They worshiped him.

((That's fine. I am not good at fight scenes either haha.))
 
Zaryn of course, played to their admiration, shaking hands, giving smiles, winking at the pretty ladies, and commenting on how he'd kick the ass of any who opposed him. As usual, he was pretty well mobbed by the crowd. Thus, she got cut off from him for a bit, but it didn't last long as he reached out, hooking a finger just inside the waistband of her pants and pulling her closer to him.

((I had an idea for another take on the scene. What if one or more of the men do fuck her? Zaryn wont finish his fight until they're finished, coming upon the scene shortly after they've left. She explains what happened, and he wants revenge for them messing with his slave, but she tells him not to, as stuff like this happens to slaves and that he shouldn't get himself into trouble over her.))
 
The crowds were quite insane around him. She had never seen a warrior so well loved by the onlookers. Knowing her place, she let him be. He seemed to really enjoy the crowds attentions and their love. She let him go, knowing where he would head to having fought in the arena herself. She was planning to just meet him there when he reached out to tug her alone. It sort of surprised her that he took the notice they had been been separated and did something about it. Following him more closely then, they broke off from the crowd and into the more private halls only the fighters and their attending slaves were allowed in.

((That works fine as well. She might fight a bit, even if she thinks it could play against him))
 
"Down the hall, you'll be able to see out into the arena so that you can watch my fight and any others you may find interest in. Just, be careful. A girl as gorgeous as you, with men here that haven't gotten laid in years. Things could get........complicated. So just........watch your back." Zaryn said, giving her a nod before he went off to the.......staging area, more or less, where fighters prepared for their fights.

((Yea, I could see her resisting a bit, then the lead guy threatens her with making sure Zaryn will never fight again or some such. Then, she reluctantly stops fighting and they take turns fucking her.))
 
She watched him leave before taking her basket with her down the hall to where the other slaves waited and watched the matches. There was wide array of slaves waiting there. Some rested, uninterested in the fighting. She suspected those didn't usually get to rest much and needed this time to catch up on it. Others watched the area from through a set of bars. A few generally amused. A few watching to see it their master's needed their aid. A few hoping their masters feel and they were free of their cruelty. Keelia was the only woman among them.
 
And the downside of that soon became obvious, as the few slaves that had been lounging around her scattered as a group of guards strolled up. About five or so armed, tough looking men.

"Hehe, well well, look what we got here boys." said the man at the head of the "pack" as he looked this lucious slave up and down, snickering as he did so.

"Yea boss, she is one fine piece of ass. Those tits of hers look absolutely delicious." said another as he licked his lips, eyes locking onto her chest.

"Don't worry boys, we'll all have plenty of turns with her." said the leader, as he walked closer to her, before suddenly reaching out and grasping one of her breasts through her clothing. He was quite casual about the whole thing. It wasn't really out of the ordinary, as shown by how the other slaves and such just ignored it as if it wasn't hapening and went about like nothing was wrong. This was quite common amongst most slave owners. Letting others..........experience their wares, so to speak. This was mostly directed at female slaves, for obvious reasons.

"Yea, nice and firm. Probably nice and tight downstairs too." he said with a laugh, roughly groping her through her shirt.
 
Keelia only allowed him a moment to grace her with his unwelcome touch before she swiftly moved. She smacked his hand away while pulling herself back and away from his grasp. Her eyes narrowed in anger towards him as she took a few steps away, "How dare you! You have no right to touch me like that!" She knew that it was something common but even if it was, even if they did just view her as a slave and a woman... "I don't belong to you. I belong to Zaryn."
 
"Oh, that's right. Mister peoples champion. He's quite well liked. Though, these fights are his only means to make income. It'd be a shame if certain people caught wind that he posessed a rather unruly and ill behaved slave. Regardless of how popular he is, all it takes is a single word from someone high enough to insure he'll never fight again." The leader replied with a smile.

"And it just so happens that I'm rather well aquianted with the emperors cousin, Marcus Irulius. The two of them are like brothers. So imagine what would happen to your dear owner if the emperor himself spoke against him. Being exiled from the games would be the least of his worries." he said, starting to circle her, like a animal with it's prey.

"So then, the choice comes to you. Have your master permanently exiled from the games, and possibly from the city itself, while you are sold to the first horny man with enough coin. Or, swallow your pride..........along with certain other......things, so that your master can continue to compete." he said, stopping behind her, eyeing her up and down and lingering on her firm rump as he waited for her answer.
 
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