Zelienne and the Arena (M/F gladiatorial combat, public sex, human/elf)
A gorgeous desert elf faces her fate on the sands of the arena at the blade and in the arms of her human opponent.
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Zelienne and the Arena
In a way, it was a relief. A knowledge that she fit into the appropriate way of the world, the way that things must be and should be.
Zelienne’s sword dropped from numb fingers, her knees crunching down into the arena sand. She heard the roar of the crowd, and the panting of her opponent.
The sand-colored desert elf looked down at the wound in her naked chest, where his sword had pierced through one full breast, past her ribs, cutting deep into her torso. Blood fell from her lips, great heavy red drops that splattered on her sweat-gleaming thighs, dripping on the short skirt of mixed patches of cloth and thin mail – less armor than decoration, giving tantalizing glimpses of her thighs and ass.
She let her head fall back, catching the eyes of the human who’d killed her.
“Guess I’m dead,” she rasped.
He nodded. “Guess so.”
“You want to use me before I go?”
He swept his gaze around the crowd, spreading his arms wide in question.
The watchers shouted their approval, hoots and lewd suggestions flying fast.
He looked at her. “Guess so,” he said.
Moving to her front, he pressed her back into the sand. It felt good on her skin. She had grown up in the desert, with her troupe of elven nomads. It was good that she was dying in the sand.
He fumbled with his belt, tossed the skirt of scale armor aside, pulling his erection out. Pushing her cloth-and-mail skirt up her hips, he hooked a finger under the tiny scrap of silk that served her as undergarments. It pulled away from her pussy with a wet squishing sound.
He raised his eyebrows. “Did you…?”
She nodded quickly, her cheeks heating up.
“When, umm… When you stabbed me. It… surprised me too.”
He smiled, and ran a hand over her intact breast, gently tweaking her nipple.
“I’ve heard of women cumming when they die. I always assumed it was just gladiator talk.”
She shook her head, drew in a shuddering breath.
“No, sir. We’re just… I guess we’re just whores like that, sir,” she said, and laughed weakly.
She could feel blood trickling from her wound, dripping over her ribs and down to the arena floor.
“I don’t think I h-have too long.”
She felt the human’s cock pushing into her and welcomed it.
“Gods, you’re wet,” he said, then laughed. “Fighting always turns me on, too.”
She nodded and smiled through the pain. It went unsaid that she was also stuffed to dripping with cum, from being fucked by a nobleman before the fight. There were heavy golden coins in her lockbox that she would never spend, a whore’s pay for giving up her body before facing death.
“Turn me over,” she said, her voice thick. “On my belly.”
He obeyed, and she groaned as the movement sent pain through her core.
“Fuck me as hard as you want,” she said faintly. “I can take it.”
As he sped up, she reached between her thighs. With the fingers of her left hand, she circled her clit, feeling the sparks of arising pleasure. With her right hand, she found his ballsack, throbbing with his pulse, and very gently caressed it as he plowed her.
“That feels good,” he said. “Keep doing that, it won’t be long.”
“I’m already there,” she said, dreamily. “I’m cumming.”
It was a gentle orgasm, washing up and down her body, seeming to join hands with the pain of her death wound.
“Here it is,” he grunted. “Gods, you’re good!”
Grabbing her hips tight, thrusting himself balls deep inside her, he groaned with release as he pumped her full of his hot human seed.
They stayed like that for long moments, panting together, their sweat mixing. Then Zelienne gave a loud moan of pain.
“If… if you’re finished with my body… do you mind, human?” she said weakly.
He picked up his sword, pulled her head back, and sliced across her neck with a swift, sure motion, the blade cutting deep into her smooth flesh.
Air and blood bubbled out of her slashed throat with a sound like a grateful sigh.
Eyes drooping, shivering with the release of a final death orgasm, Zelienne relaxed into the sand and endless night.
Posted Aug 5, 2025, 12:47 AM UTC