Promiscuous half-breed. Chapter 7.

During the night, at some point Iris lost her mask. She didn’t really notice it, not until later, but at that point it was too late. She was corrupted by the half-breed, doing whatever he wanted with her. She loved every bit of it.

Her shines have way to her desire. Iris was getting accustomed to the half-breed’s antics rather quickly. Only a week has passed and he already seduced her and made her join a threesome. Perhaps it was her inexperience that made her listen to him or perhaps the feelings she had for the troll man made her want to obey him. She didn’t know, but she didn’t care, she wanted to do what the man told her. Her sleep was peaceful and her dreams exciting.

In the morning, Amaran was the first to wake up. It was early, too early for others, but just the right time for a gladiator. He began his day with exercise.

Ever since he woke up, the half troll was stronger, faster, smarter than before. Each day he only became closer to perfection. Now his exercise were very hard, something out of a fairy tail. Right now he was doing push ups, only his legs weren’t touching the floor, instead being help perpendicular to the floor, going up and down with him. Twenty, fifty, hundred, he felt he could go on forever. He didn’t know, but his muscles turning crystalline, it made them more durable and dense than usual, as well as provided more strength.

The same effect showed with sit ups, pull ups or any other exercise he imagined. He didn’t seem to gain any more strength, simply because he no longer got tired during the mourning routine and never had his muscles ache. But he continued doing them, not willing to give up a good habit. Perhaps he needed to somehow increase difficulty.

His strength was great, but it wasn’t on par with monsters like Grum or other giant men. It was more for the fact that his muscles could directly use mana to repair and improve. This was why he barely felt any strain.

Having done it for about an hour, he decided it was time to wake others. He went into the bathroom on the floor, which was bigger, unlike his private one on the floor above. He filled it with warm water and added ointments and aromas, to make it more pleasant. When it was ready, he walked back to Rose’s room and woke the girls up by making some noise. Iris looked at the troll man with sleepy eyes and he didn’t let her wake up fully, instead picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder and carrying her to the bath. He threw her in, making water splash around the place. He jumps in and Rose followed soon after.

The trio washed themselves, while making all of the sleep leave their bodies, enjoying the nice sensation of warm water and oils on the skin. It helped them clean their skin and made it look glossy, adding a slight erotic look.

This was their last day in the mansion, in afternoon they would return to the pits and train. But for now, they could relax just a little bit longer. Well, Rose were staying in the house, but Amaran, Iris and Zyte would be going to go to the arena. They need to earn money after all.

The bath was nice, making girls laugh and talk cheerfully, they felt refreshed and ready to take on the world. Not caring much about time, they spent a whole hour just soaking in water. When they were done, they dried themselves off and left each to their own room. Iris had to put on normal clothes, leaving the dress Amaran bought her in the house. The plan was to go to the restaurant, have a fancy meal and then leave for the arena.

Hamorok didn’t want to go. Ever since he lost his limbs, he barely went outside. It was good that Tirit was there to help him, but it wasn’t very healthy. But the man had pride and he had dignity, he didn’t want anybody to see his crippled body. He told Tirit to go and enjoy herself, but she refused to leave him alone for too long. The wolf man was bitter, but the feline didn’t care. She liked the wolf man.

Zyte woke up sometime during the commotion and she had a scornful expression, but she said nothing, still trying to win the war of silence. She didn’t speak with her master and didn’t feel like speaking with any of the girls, thinking bad things about them. She had a quick wash and dressed up. Amaran told her through Rose that she was also invited to the restaurant, so she didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to have a good meal and visit a dance place, even if she disliked the company.

Everyone got dressed and was ready soon. The clothes they wore were casual. The four of them walking of the house, they went towards a medium price range restaurant. Nobles often liked to dine outside of their homes, wishing to show off their status and share the table with other nobles. Because of it, there were enough various places open all day, welcoming customers for a good breakfast or lunch.

This particular restaurant was catering to the broader crowd, with their prices low enough to be affordable but the meals delicious and juicy. It was a very popular place, called “Gerda’s Garden”, named so after the owners wife.

Thankfully, there wasn’t much of a queue now and Amaran had reserved the place prior to this day. He wanted to treat his ladies for their excellent work and companionship and he wouldn’t stop even if Zyte was an infuriating bitch.

They were seated and had a nice meal, everybody ordering something they wanted. For Iris and Rose, this wasn’t too amazing, seeing how there were nobles or closed to royalty before, but Zyte was happy that she had to enjoy such a meal. Amaran too had a good time, especially since his taste buds told him a whole lot more than they used to. His dish was heavenly, prepared with great skill, it made him doubt his sanity at how good it was.

Seeing how this kind of place had such good tasting food, the half troll was scared of ever eat at the royal palace or in some very good place. He had good food at arena master’s place, but he was more thinking about what he would say, so he didn’t spend too much time thinking about the taste of the food he ate.

After the four ate, they took a carriage and drove first to the house, where they parted with Rose and then they went to the arena. Iris thought that for a man who wanted to keep his status hidden, Amaran seemed to be doing too many fancy things. It was like he wanted to be discovered. She had no idea what he was really thinking.

Once they were back to their room in the pits, Amaran ordered them to rest for another, letting them digest the food and the to get changed for combat training. Iris hadn’t done much this weekend but train her aura and even that was mostly done by Zyte. Good thing she could at least turn off her aura, concealing her nature.

While they were preparing for training, Amaran got his swords and went to the training are by himself. He didn’t feel he needed to rest after earring, his stomach digested everything very quickly. Lately he rarely needed to go to the bathroom either. His body was changing and he really wanted for it to end soon, he wanted to know how strong he would become.

Standing against the practice dummy, he began to unleash one strike after the next. In these couple of days, thanks to constant stimulation and extra mana granted by Zyte, he became even stronger than before. He could feel time dilate and begin to move slower, his swords swinging slow enough for him to follow them with his eyes. He tried to make his body move faster, but that was the difficult part. While his brain was quick, his body still had limitations. So, he would try and break those limits.

One of the training exercises was a contraption, build by somebody at the time when the arena was being constructed. It has been here for ever, but few people used it. In the corner of the training room, there were a number of tubes coming out of the wall. Somebody needed to pour water in the tank above and from time to time, droplets of water would come out at certain intervals. This was done to improve precision and dexterity, but could also be used for other things if adjusted properly.

One of the settings was to be used for learning to strike multiple droplets at once. In a quick succession two or more droplets would fall and the man had to hit both at the same time. What Amaran did was slightly different. Instead of hitting them both at once, he was hitting each one separately, which required great speed. He set it to be pumping as many as six droplets at once and in the short time they had before reaching the floor, Amaran had to strike six times, three with each sword.

At first it was hard. He could hit three, maybe four at once, but any more and his body was too slow. He could see the droplets fall in slow motion, but his muscles, his body moved too slowly. So, he pushed it. flexing stronger, moving more rapidly, trying to overcome the limit, he was pushing against his limit, trying to break it.

This kind of feat was impressive in of itself, very few people could keep up with such speed and accuracy. Hitting a droplet with a sword was hard enough, hitting many at once was nearly impossible. The difficulty of this exercise was what deterred others from doing it. And here was the half troll, who was moving extremely quickly, striking at the droplets tirelessly for many minutes. Each strike would send a spray of water, droplets falling apart cut by the blades. But people were amused by the troll who wanted to be even faster. Surely nobody could be so fast.

After half an hour, Amaran felt it. The limit of his body. He felt the point at which his body would begin breaking, his muscles would begin to tear. He knew it, but he didn’t push himself that far just yet. He needed something before he did that. So, until the girls came, he stayed at the top speed, but not going further.

When Zyte and Iris came, Amaran called them over and spoke to the cherub, remembering to keep his promise to the mana fiend. He stopped his swings, turning to them and showing how his skin glistened from the sweat.

“Girls, we have a battle this week. It won’t believe the usual ones where we would be pitted against one another. I talked with arena master and he is going to get us a real monster, a giant snake. We will have to defeat it with just the three of us.”

“A giant snake? How could we kill such a thing? I don’t even know if I can hit something, I mean, I will hurt it…”

“You won’t need to fight it, only to survive. I will do most of the fighting. For this fight we will be allowed to use magic. If we succeed, we will get a lot of money and fame and this new attraction will be available to all. With each next fight it I’ll get harder and harder.

What I want you to do is to train your defensive moves. Parry, dodge, block anything that can help you live. And you will need to learn your awareness. Right now I want you to spar with Zyte, trying to receive as little damage as possible. If you get hurt, you can heal yourself, but son’t counter attack or use charm.”

Without turning to Zyte, he continued talking to Iris.

“I want Zyte to learn to drain you without kissing you. Touching you or even better from the distance will do the trick. Meanwhile, I will be doing training which will lead to injuries and I want you to heal me. If I am slowed down in the fight, I can die. If you are hit while fighting, we both can die. So, you have tasks of defending yourself, while healing me. Got it?”

“Yeah!”

Iris answered enthusiastically, showing her readiness to fight. Zyte did a ’tsk’ and showed dissatisfied expression, but there was nothing she could do, she didn’t want to admit defeat. And she did need to learn better drain if she wanted to be a good fighter and to have her revenge. Drain was a powerful skill, strong enough to even kill of she was proficient in its use…

So, they began their training. First, Amaran watched how the girls fought together. Iris was trying to avoid strikes from Zyte, blocking or dodging out of the way. She wasn’t great, but she was good enough not to get badly hurt. If she got hit by the dull training sword, she would heal herself.

Zyte was trying to grasp the mana of the moving target. She knew she could do it with a simple touch, her kiss wasn’t necessary, it just made it easier. In fact, why did she even kiss the troll bastard, she thought to herself that it was just to drain more from him. She was still denying her sympathy for the man.

The fact that Zyte divided her attention made it easier for Iris to defend herself. Satisfied with the pair, Amaran turned towards the droplets, refilled the water tank and resumed his practice.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the point where he felt the limit. He felt it vividly, the limit of his body. He didn’t know that the limit was there because his muscles had normal structure with crystals imbedded in it, instead of having fully crystalline muscles. But he was on the right track, tearing his muscles and letting them regenerate was the solution, although very painful.

Once he was at that point, he told Iris to watch out and to keep him up and running, not letting him to get too injured. With her affirmative reply, he began. He felt how around him time slowed beyond capabilities of his body and he felt how slow his body was. With a command from the brain, he pushed himself to go on further, to tear his flesh. His Boyd began to break the limit. In short bursts, his arms would move faster for a fraction of a second, allowing him to do just a bit more. Each such burst was accompanied with pain shooting through his being.

He painted heavily, feeling his muscles break under the pressure. If he trained by normal mans, he could build up muscle mass and become stronger. But becoming faster was difficult, the man who trained his whole life to become fast was at the peak of the capabilities of a normal mortal body. Anything beyond required either magic or a body which wasn’t normal. Magic wasn’t really a possibility for Amaran right now, so he pushed his body.

When pain was a little too much to bear, his brain shouting at him about the agony he felt, his improved natural pathways gave him increased feedback from his extreme exercise, he let out a grunt. Low, angry sound, making Iris immediately begin her chant.

Her spell was woven quickly, her improved manic core allowed her better control over the spell work. Her spell was much more potent than before, once it was released, it hit Amaran and began mending his breaks. But this time, instead of normal repairs, there were improvement, the muscle and the crystals coming together, creating new fibers and new muscles. If some scientists from the future watched this, they would talk about nanotechnology or synthetic muscles, but here and now, it was just a miracle of healing and mending the broken muscles of the new type.

With the very first spell, the half-breed felt his pain fade away and his muscles beginning to move and greater speeds, only feeling a fire burning where the new tissue has been formed. The spell was amazing, having a much greater effect than before. Amaran said his thanks and pushed on.

With each strike he tore a different part of his muscle, readying it to be reassembled in a new way. Iris didn’t want to leave Amaran in pain, so she would cast her heal spell periodically. With her mana fluctuating inside her body wildly, Zyte was able to feel it better and to almost grasp it. It was hard, but life is not always easy.

Amaran kept going, pushing himself further and further, his muscles breaking and mending. After almost an hour, his arms were completely set on fire after every part of them was torn. All along his arms, even some muscles in his back that were used to move his body, each one was recreated, making his arms something amazing. The speed of his upper body now caught up with his improved perception of time. It was amazing, his arms were nothing but a blur, his blades creating just a shadow, impossible to see their shape or their place at any time.

He knew that he couldn’t improve his upper body muscles any further, so he decided to change it up. He sheathed his swords and began kicking the droplets. In this, he had much less practice and legs had worse control to them than arms. He would be lucky to hit three droplets at a time. He couldn’t switch his legs for each droplets, so he stuck to using only his weaker left leg. He struck and struck, time after time, trying to reach the point where his limit was.

Not having done this before, it was taking him a lot of time. Understanding he wouldn’t be able to do it immediately, he settled for just improving control over his legs. He switched to his other leg and continued.

Seeing how Amaran didn’t use his legs for fighting often, only for running around and jumping, he had a lot of strength in his legs, but they couldn’t move too fast. He would need to train more to reach the limit. But he did a good job enhancing his arms. Seeing how he didn’t need to be healed any more, he thanked Iris and continued swinging his blades.

For some reason, seeing the pink haired bitch get flustered over the half troll’s thanks made Zyte mad. For a moment, she forgot that she was trying to grasp her hold on the girls mana and instead unleashed a flurry of attacks on her. She wasn’t completely useless, but she was unprepared for such a barrage, so a few strikes drew blood, although it was nothing serious.

Hearing the girl’s surprised yelp from the attacks, Zyte stopped and played it off as a part of the exercise, continuing to try and drain the girl from the distance, but still hopelessly. Iris was forced to use her heal on herself, which made mana inside her fluctuate wildly, first from draining and then from receiving the drained mana back. This was the exact thing needed for the mana fiend to grab onto the cherubs mana. Having established a firm hold on it, she began draining her, quickly making her exhausted. With mana leaving her body, the girl fell to her knees.

Zyte was exhilarated, she unconsciously turned towards the half-breed, hoping to her praise from him, only to get confused, both, from her own reaction and also from the look of indifference on the man’s face. She suddenly got angry, turning red. She came close to the man and slapped him, then screamed at him.

“Fine, you bastard you win! Say something already! I can’t keep this up anymore!”

Amaran rubbed his check with his hand. He saw the strike from miles away, but he let it happen. The girl needed it.

“Good job. Now, we may even survive the fight and live another day.”

Zyte suddenly stopped, looking at him with wide eyes. She didn’t know what it was, but it made her feel confused. Was it the praise? Was it the sudden change? Was it the meaning of what he said? She didn’t know it, but suddenly she felt like crying. She dropped the training sword on the ground and ran away crying. She didn’t go to her room, instead she went to her own spot.

Amaran approached Iris and picked her up. Perhaps it was enough for tonight for her. She looked sleepy and even slightly in pain. Maybe the blue haired girl overdid it slightly.

He carried the girl to their room and put her in the bed, letting her rest. There wasn’t really a private bath for the girl to take and besides, she didn’t really seem to care at the moment. Het thoughts were preoccupied with sleeping.

Amaran covered the girl with a blanket and went back to training. He continued using his legs, not feeling the fatigue or exhaustion, his tissue consuming mana to replenish the energy needed for movement. You could call it manaerobic respiration.

He pushed himself, trying to get to the braking point, hoping to become faster. His arms were fast, extremely fast, but his legs were still within mortal realm. He needed them to move as fast as he could. If he was to survive, he needed to be faster, stronger, smarter. He needed to be more perfect, more inhuman, more monstrous. He needed to transform as much as possible. He still had no idea what was happening to him, but he knew sundering had something to do with it.

He was training when it already turned dark. He didn’t need to be anywhere, so he could sacrifice some sleep. He noticed how he needed
less of it, his body was using mana to elevate some of the mental fatigue that accumulated. Having plenty of extra mental capacity, his brain was using the unoccupied parts to help itself keep going for longer. It was almost like with dolphins, where the one hemisphere slept, while other was awake. Some parts of the Amaran’s brain processed information, while others works on his everyday life. He could use both parts if he needed to improve his perception or to think at much greater speeds, but while his legs moved slowly, he didn’t need to speed up his perception.

He kept going, hoping to improve as much as possible. He knew whatever he proposed was a suicide, even against a giant snake the three of them would be just a trip of morsels to eat. It was good that Zyte was able to learn to drain from distance, it would give them an advantage, but it was not enough. He was the only really capable fighter amongst them and he needed to be even more capable if he wanted them all to survive. For the girls, he needed to work harder.

While the man trained more, Zyte had spent her time pouring her heart out to the wall in some place within the arena. She was confused, still trying to ignore her feelings. She had admiration for the man, his determination and power pushed him on, but she was too afraid to trust another man. She was also afraid of relying on him and to fight with him, but she now understood, something – Amaran was relying on her. What he said earlier, about their survival, he was serious. His face didn’t show his usual smile and he didn’t laugh at it. Their lives will be in grave danger.

She understood that her master was willing to risk himself for them. He was training, becoming stronger for their sake and he wanted them to do the same and Zyte was throwing tantrums, wishing for her freedom and revenge. To her it was clear, there was a risk they wouldn’t survive this week. And if she continued like she was going now, she wouldn’t get a chance at attaining freedom.

Having cried for the first time in a long time, she was now calm and relaxed, her mind being free of most of the conflicts. She felt at peace somewhat. And she understood that she needed to work if she wanted to survive and to get out.

It was clear that she needed to train. Amaran said that her drain was useful, perhaps it was crucial to their survival. She would learn to do it.

Wiping away the last of her tears, she got up and walked back towards her room. Looking inside, she saw that the man wasn’t there. He was still training. She walked to the apt raining area, only to see the green man kicking the droplets out of the air at impressive speeds. He was doing this for hours now, without rest and pause, he just kicked and kicked. When she came it, Amaran gazed at her and continued.

She felt bad, both for her behavior and his indifference. He treated her like nothing. She didn’t know what she wanted to be treated as, but surely not this. She came to him, hoping to change something.

“I want to help.”

Her master stopped and looked at her. This time his eye showed some warmth as if he felt grateful for her change. He came closer to her and grabbed her shoulders, holding them firmly.

Fear inside her was shaking, whispering for her to push him away, to slap away his hands. But admiration inside her hoped for a different outcome, for the one she feared most. She was confused, her emotions conflicting and trying to outdo one another.

But in the end it didn’t happen. He didn’t get closer and he didn’t kiss her. They did not interlocked their lips and they did not embrace one another.

Instead, Amaran looked the girl in the eyes and told her.

“I want you to drain me and then I want you to give whatever you drained back. I want you to pass the mana back and forth between us, preferably without touching. I prove your skill over mana.”

Zyte felt both, relieved and disappointed. Somewhere deep inside she hoped for something else. It was confusing to be her.

But she obeyed her master. The man was just that to her, her lord and savior, her master and her God at the moment. Whatever he said, goes. And she understood it. Without his words being a command, she obeyed them, doing what he said.

She drew a tiny amount from him and held onto the connection between them and stepped away. Still keeping them connected, she began draining more, until she had a nice amount of mana. She than began moving it back into him. It was hard, harder than with Iris, but she moved it through the air, slowly but surely and soon the mana returned to its rightful owner. The girl however didn’t break the connection and repeated the process.

Seeing the usually defiant girl at work, doing what he asked, Amaran returned to his training. He felt each time his body was robbed of mana, but it was to a lesser extent than before, no longer feeling like ants were crawling under his skin, it was just slight irritation. Maybe the girl didn’t take as much or maybe she was gentler. He didn’t know. He however felt it when she pumped mana back into him, making him feel hot.

Unknowingly, this was speeding up the process of Amaran’s transformation. The crystals in his body grew quicker and denser, each time absorbing some of the mana passing through the he body. It stimulates the growth and also allowed for faster transfer of mana. Overall it was to Amaran,s benefit.

So, Zyte was training, feeling foreign mana better, making sure to grab just a little more each time, to move it a tad faster. She repeated the process many times over the hour, slowly improving with each draw.

At some point she felt uncomfortable, the mana she was drawing was a little too much for her body to handle at the moment, so she didn’t want to endure it again. Instead, she did something else. Instead of taking mana into her body, she would diffuse it into the surroundings and then infuse it back into Amaran once she would push it back.

This allowed her two different channels for the transfer of mana, first into her and another into the environment. This made transfer harder but faster. This was evident to Amaran, as the irritation increased, but so did the the hot sensation what the mana was pushed back inside him.

Like that, the two were training, passing mana back and forth. Constantly feeling her master’s mana, Zyte began feeling some familiarity with him, she was getting a feeling that she knew him for a long time and that he was her friend. Of course it was a lie, but sharing mana like that, it was similar to bonding, their souls seemed to touch from time to time. It wasn’t anything serious, but it really improved their familiarity and how they perceived one another.

Amaran also felt it, how the girl was growing on him, making him think as a friend about her. He seemed to be getting tiny snippets of information, like her favorite color or her loveliest day. They weren’t fully formed conscious thoughts, but just ideas, which turned up in his head and made him think they were true. Of course he was affected more than the girl, she wasn’t receiving such information. This was all thanks to how well Amaran could absorb mana,

But the two trained like that, they spirits becoming kindred, like they were very close. Amaran began to understand what was happening in her head. It was very slight, but he seemed to be able to gaze into her soul. He felt the same confusion and the same admiration and fear. He was beginning to unravel the mystery that was Zyte. He knew he would need to help her one day, but not right now. He knew that he needed to train more.

After a few hours of this back and forth training, Zyte was exhausted. She was getting tired quickly, having done a difficult exercise and having learned a lot. She needed rest but she wanted to push herself. Sadly, she wasn’t a monster like Amaran, so he sent her to sleep. She promised she would train harder the next day and her master smiled at her eagerness.

She felt slightly happy from his reaction, but she stopped the thought before it became fully known to her. But the thought reached Amaran, making the mystery slightly easier to uncover. He felt her admiration for himself, even if they were no longer exchanging mana. He knew it was weird, but he didn’t have time to think too much. He needed to prepare. With Zyte gone to bed, he was still training. He had many hours of the night before anybody would disturb him here. He would use them well.

Promiscuous half-breed. Chapter 6

Waking up in the morning was icky. You should always have a quick wash after sex, because if you don’t everything will dry out while you sleep. This could have been an important life lesson for Iris, but Amaran spared her such knowledge, waking up earlier than her and carefully carrying her to bath. She was still glowing with her pink aura, a halo with a heart above her head and a pair of wings behind her. Whatever she did with Zyte, it kicked her magic core into gear. Angels who practice magic can become powerful enough that their aura is always active. This is along the lines of what happened to Iris.

She woke up, submerged into warm water, Amaran hugging her from behind and washing her slowly. It felt nice, unlike she imagined. She thought that she would wake up alone, having to have a walk of shame or something along those lines. The poor girl didn’t really have a good idea about relationships and about men in general.

Amaran was trying to soothe the first experience for the girl, doing the right things to make it better for her. His first time wasn’t so romantic, it was mostly some panting and grunting and then awkward talking about it being good and awesome. In truth it was the opposite. He didn’t know, but the girl treasured the memory of their first time, him being her one and only lover. It would probably devastate him to know of the girl’s true feelings from back then. Good thing he doesn’t.

Iris felt something inside her stirring at the touch of the man who was now her master. His hands were strong, the power within them could be witnessed by her everyday, through training and through his fight. But now, there was tenderness, his fingers gently tracing the curves of her body, him slowly washing the girl.

In truth, the aura of the girl was giving Amaran a lot of love to share, the romantic and emotional kind. He felt good when he was touched by it before, but using the effects on some other women didn’t felt as good as it felt now. He wasn’t going to go monogamous any time soon and then both knew it, but for now they both indulged into that little fantasy.

Amaran kissed the back of the cherub’s neck, bit her ear gently, touched her breasts. He was getting her excited, hoping to have another go before they joined the others. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, but being inexperienced, she didn’t know if it was a good idea to answer him or not. She was a lady, ladies don’t do those things. Ladies are pure and innocent and…

“Iris, if you like it, you don’t have to hold back. If you are afraid I will judge you, don’t be. I am the last person to judge an angel like you.”

“Really?”

With a turn of her head she asks him a question, looking into his eyes for a smirk or contempt, but his just shine with joy, having experienced an amazing night and giving the best fight night a girl could have to the cherub. She liked it and she wanted to return the favor. Turning to him, she puts her hands on his face gently and comes close for a kiss. First, it’s just the light touch of the lips. The innocent kiss of the first time lovers.

While she explores this side of sexuality, the half-breed explores the curves of his partner’s body, moving his hands down her back and grabbing the firm cheeks of her butt. She likes the sensation, feeling strong yet tender hands on herself, she moans. The way he tries to limit his power when his grip grabs her flesh, it’s both cute and loving.

She parts for just a second, taking a shallow breath and then resumes the kissing, but this time trying to do what Amaran did last night, using her tongue. An inexperienced little attack by the cherub. She tries imitating him and he replies, readily counter-attacking her. His tongue wrestles with hers, their saliva mixing. This is more erotic than their previous kiss.

His hand slowly descends down to her lower lips, beginning to slowly massage them, arousing the girl. The sensation is still new to her, being sexually active for just one day, she enjoyed the sensation. When he touches her little bud, it sends electricity up her spine, making her moan into his mouth.

Cherub appreciated everything that the troll man does to her. He priorities her pleasure over his desire, taking it slow. Their play is deliberately slow.

When he thinks that the girl is ready, he lifts her up and positions himself near the entrance to her slit. She is ready, slightly afraid that the pain from before will appear, but also wishing to feel everything she felt last night. When he lowers her onto himself, she assists slightly with her own movement. Feeling the man inside her feels amazing. The shy girl doesn’t realize that her moans can be heard.

As they begin to move together, their bodies cling to one another, her arms around his neck and his around her waist. They want to be close, they move in unison and they kiss in unison, their tongues and their hips moving to some unseen rhythm known to only them. Through their bodies wave after wave of pleasures surges, reaching the very top of their heads.

Iris felt extremely good, but Amaran felt better. His while being has absorbed vast amount of mana in the last two days, plus the girls aura and amazing stimulation he had with her, it all makes crystals in his body grow and improve it. In his brain and in his spine, the neurons have been transforming, becoming better at conducting electricity and other kinds of energy. The thickness of neural pathways also improves, allowing him to both feel more and deeper sensations.

And now, he feels deeply, the pleasure ripping him apart, making him want to loose control. But he resists, wanting to pleasure his partner. This is what making love is, it is not wild fucking for your own sake, it is sharing of mutual desire and enjoyment. The girl deserves this much.

Their movements are not swift, more like waves going up and down, but they are enough to make them both feel good.

The two move in unison, until the girl reaches the peak and shock runs through her body, making her shudder in orgasm. She tightens around Amaran and this time, he doesn’t resist and let’s go of himself, jumping into the sea of pleasure he was experiencing, drowning in the feeling.

They both arrive at their destination and stop for a moment, catching their breaths. After a minute, they both want to continue, so Iris, trying to be assertive, she begins moving again. Amaran would usually need another minute or too, but his new and improved body is ready quickly for another round.

The two change position, the girl now out of the tub and Amaran only having his legs in there, they continue their bonding. She wraps her legs around him, hoping to invite him in further. He pushes on further, reaching deepest parts of her. They continue going in the new position until she receives another few climaxes. After Amaran feels that the girl starts slipping, he catches another wave of pleasure sweeping through her body and dives along with it, releasing himself inside her.

Now relaxed and slightly tired, they both slide back into the tub, still embracing one another. They can’t move much, but they can kiss.

After few minutes, their strength returns and they start washing one another, trying to wash away the smell of sex that clung to their bodies. Touching one another, they showed their appreciation towards each other.

After fifteen minutes in the cooling water, they get out, him carrying the little pink cherub out. He places her feet on the floor and let’s her stand, then he takes a towel and dries her off, making sure to work on every inch of her body. Once she gets dry, she picks up another towel and does the same for Amaran. The two do things for one another as continuation of their shoe of affection.

Once they are both dry, they get out of the bathroom and enter the bedroom, where their clothes are. But the half-breed wants her to wear something else, something nicer. He calls for Rose and asks her to bring a dress amongst the ones he purchased yesterday which all were downstairs. He did it on a whim, just deciding that it might have been a good idea to buy something for her. And turns out it was.

The dress was a perfect fit. Amaran’s senses were true, he easily remembered all the dimensions of the girls body. Now, on her skin was a pink dress, making the girl look like a noble. The skirt of the dress was white and pink, while the corset was white, with pink cloth covering the girls bosom. It made her remember how she was in her past life, before all this. She shed a lone tear in remembrance of her past, but she wiped it away and smiled at Amaran, her master and her lover. She might have lost something, but she also gained good things.

“I thought it would look good on you. You do have an aura of a noble woman.”

Iris smiled at his words, but it didn’t last long. She looked at him and replied to his words.

“I am not a noble now. What am I? Master, what am I to you?”

“Master? You never called me that, why don’t you just call me Amaran?” To that question girl gained a slight blush, showing her shame. “Ok, what do you call me in your head?”

“A troll man?”

Amaran smiled at her reply.

“Aha, not the worst I heard. You can call me whatever you like, troll man, master or Amaran, I don’t mind. Nothing bad though, I beg of you. And as for your question, you are a woman. My woman to be exact. I won’t let that pigheaded man hurt you as long as you stay by my side.”

The girl felt good at his words, but the shade of uncertainty remained.

“Am I your only woman?”

“That I cannot promise. I don’t know what you feel for me, but I tell you that I don’t feel the same for you. I like you, you are a pretty girl and I appreciate our companionship. I promise that I will car for you and protect you, but I can’t give all of myself to you.”

Hearing those words girl gets saddened and pouts. Seeing this, the half-breed comes closer, places his hand on her cheek and kisses her.

“I doubt you would be able to handle me by yourself anyway. But if you ever want me to be close, just come and find me. You are my first priority as I am responsible for you.”

He gives her a reassuring hug, trying to show his support. The girl felt bad by such reply, she felt something beautiful blooming for the man, but she couldn’t fault anyone but herself. The man never promised her anything that he wasn’t willing to give. Thoughts of love? Only the girl had them and she wanted to believe them, but it was foolish. Knowing that Amaran did nothing wrong, she affirms his gesture and hugs him back.

“Ok. Amaran.”

“Good. I am looking after you, Iris.”

With that the two part and head out of the room. The half troll had simple trousers and shirt on, but the girl looked magnificent. Rose complimented her and Tirit has a slight look of envy, but it was mostly showing her admiration on how good the dress looked on her. She didn’t have any bad thoughts on the part.

Zyte however was sleeping with poison.

“So, when does master wants it to be my turn? It’s good fucking your slaves who can’t resist. And here you were talking about how you don’t force girls into doing things for you.”

“Hey, Amaran didn’t force me to do anything. I came to him…”

“Ah, so you are the whore and not him? I thought that nobles had honor and self-respect, but turns out you are nothing but a filthy slut. God, nobody here had any dignity.”

Amaran looked at the display of defiance with slight anger. Zyte was confused by her feelings, but she didn’t want to show that she had admiration for the troll man, so she showed the opposite.

“Zyte, if you have any problems with me, tell me. Don’t involve the others in your personal little drama.”

“Ok, problems? I have a problem with my master pretending to be a decent man, while in reality he fucks everything that moves. Why don’t you fuck me already and let me go? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

The girl sounded bitter, more bitter than she should have. Amaran was a womanizer, but he wasn’t an expert on female psyche, he didn’t know what bothered her exactly. Behind all that poison she spewed, he couldn’t see the real reason, the fear of trusting another man.

He had two choices, to forcefully take her and make her obey or to free her and let her go. Neither of those choices was good for him or the mana fiend, so he decided to compromise.

“Fine Zyte, if you hate me so much, you don’t have go anywhere near me. Don’t speak to me, don’t look at me don’t think about me. You are a maid, do your duty and if you want to fight, see the boss when we are back. And if you need somebody to drain, find them yourself. Are you happy now? The pig of a man won’t be near you at all.”

At these words Zyte should have felt happy, but she only felt bitter. Her lips distorted in a painful expression, showing her displeasure.

“If you want, call me what you want, pig, filth, whatever makes you feel better. But don’t you call any of them anything vile again. I hear you do that, I will beat you.”

Amaran showed his displeasure at hearing the blue haired girl call others some bad names. It made him feel uneasy. He won’t let the defiant little girl spout her bile at them.

Amaran decided that he had enough of the girl and turned away, going to the bottom floor. Rose had prepared breakfast for all of them, which would be a good continuation of his good morning, if not for the blue haired bitchy girl. The morning was ruined and everyone knew it.

The half-breed quickly swallowed his share of food and left for the day, leaving the girls free to do whatever they wanted for the day. Zyte was pissed from their exchanged, so she stayed in her room, practicing magic. Iris walked around with Rose, trying to help her. She was bad at doing the chores, but with the help of the maid she was able to do some good. Tirit tended to her master, looking after Hamorok.

The day before, Amaran spoke with Hamorok before spying on the girls. They spoke about how he was doing, how Tirit was nice to him, about manly things. One thing they talked about was their get-rich scheme they came up while they were slaves. Right now it seemed that they can do it, since Amaran is still a gladiator. All he needs to do now is convince the arena master to let him fight.

Now, Amaran was going to speak with his boss and the arena master, hoping to entice the old man into allowing the fights with big monsters using magic. He quickly made his way to a grand mansion, much bigger than his own house. At the entrance to the area his old master was waiting for him, dressed in some fancy clothes. Seeing the half troll, he sighed at his simple attire.

The two of them made their way inside, guards not stopping them at any point. When they got to the door, a maid opened it and invited them inside. She took the boss’s coat and then led them in. They walked through the exquisitely furnished house until they reached a dining room. There, at the head of the table sat an old man. He was the owner of the arena and the uncle of the boss.

“Uncle!”

“Nephew! How have you been?”

“Splendid uncle, some minor hiccups here and there, but otherwise it is great working in your arena. This here is the man I was talking to you about.”

The old man turned and studied the green-skinned man who was near his nephew. The arena master was wrinkly man with grey hair, dressed in very good quality clothes. He seemed ancient, but his demeanor was lighthearted and fun. He wore a bright smile on his face, although his eye showed his suspicion of the half troll.

“So, you are the young man who has been freed recently? I can’t remember the last time a man survived the fight with one of the royal champion. You must be a rather lucky fella.”

“Oh, sir, believe I am. My name is Amaran.”

He extended his hand and shook the frail old hand.

“Ah, nice to meet you. I’ve been told you have an idea that could bring more money to my enterprise. Why don’t we discuss it over the meal?”

With a gesture, the old man invited the two others to join him at the table. His nephew say on his right hand side and the half-breed sat on the left hand side. When they were sat, arena master clapped his hands and the servants began bringing in some dishes. There were about a dozen of different things to eat, each one smelling better than the last. The servants began tending to the guests, giving them whatever they wanted. Using such opportunity, Amaran decided to try a bit of everything.

For a few minutes they ate, enjoying the tastes of exotic cuisine and then the old man began.

“So, young fella, what is your idea that you told my nephew about. Something about fighting large monsters?”

“Yes. I’ve heard from other slaves and adventurers, that in foreign arenas there are new types of battles. Strong men and women all come together and fight against huge monsters. And not the weak ones like giant crabs or spiders, but the real monsters, chimeras, basilisks and the such.”

“Ho ho, but young man, we have such battles. One of the men has fought a baby basilisk just two days ago. It was a good show.”

“Yes, I saw that. But the man was a monster in his own right. He is twice as big as any normal man, has only one eye and a huge horn on his head. Even civilized, the cyclops don’t seem like a normal person and his win isn’t as exciting as say mine. But what if I were to fight against a full grown basilisk? What if a woman of my size was right beside me, battling against the monster many times her size, only to come out unscathed? I would imagine that the crowd would love to see some more ordinary people fight, instead of the giant muscle heads that they usually see.”

“You, against a full grown basilisk? You know that catching one is hard, killing one is almost impossible. We would need at least one dragon slayer to kill a full grown basilisk.”

“But imagine, that instead of a dragon slayer it is me killing such beast. Wouldn’t it excite many people and make them pay gold to watch such a show. I don’t believe I have enough strength to kill basilisk with a well placed hit like those people, but what if over a period of time I was able to kill it. Say over the length of an hour, I constantly put myself in danger, trying to dodge the tail and the claws of the beast, only to come close enough for a fatal strike. Wouldn’t you imagine it to be exciting to watch.”

“Yeah, I can imagine it to be somewhat interesting. But why would you be stupid enough to risk your life like that?”

“Well, what if I had something that can tip the odds in my favor? Something that could improve my chances and help me fight such a beast?”

“What would that something be, boy?” The old man looked at the half-breed with a squint in his eye.

“Magic.”

“Oh, get outta here boy! Magic is for pansies and little girls! Are you either one?”

“No sir, I am not. But, I do have two very pretty girls who are able to wield magic. I would imagine seeing them in combat would be very enticing. The pink haired girl, in right uniform, glowing pink and throwing around pink colored magic would be very alluring to many men.”

“Boy, just get them to fight with their hands, not with their frilly tricks. Magic is for show only.”

“One of them trains with me and she will be able to fight one on one with others, but the other… She is a cherub. I think you should know that angels don’t have too strong of bodies? They specialty is magic. I am afraid I will have to be fighting alongside her to keep her safe and then people would be looking at me and not at her. This is not good, seeing how there are many more men in the audience.”

The old man nods in understanding, but he still doesn’t like the idea.

“Let me put it this way. Many other arenas have allowed the use of magic long ago. Their battles became more fun to watch, seeing the fire and lighting clash against one another, seeing how mages fight with swordsman. Of course there is some disparity in power and mages mostly win, because of their cheap tricks. But we don’t have to pit the against our fighters, let them fight monsters.

What’s more, don’t you think fighting deserves a little feminine beauty? All the fighters, both men and women fight using swords and fists. But isn’t that the way of the brawn, pushing on until your opponent he falls over and dies, it’s manly and powerful, but it’s not all that good looking. You get blood and gore, but that’s about it. Magic though, well magic has beauty. The feminine beauty that only the prettiest of men and women deserve.

Wouldn’t you give the chance to pansies? They also want to fight, but they are weak in the body. Why can’t they also risk their lives and be slaughtered for not being good enough? Why must it always be us, the fighters laying down our lives for the entertainment of others, while so called pansies, whom you despise all go on and have grand old time at home and drink some tea while hugging a woman, that could have gone to a fighter instead?”

The old man listened whatever the half-breed had to say with a slight smile. He didn’t like magic and he didn’t like those who use it.

“Boy, do you know why I hate magic?”

“No sir, I do not.”

“My sister, this one’s mother, she was a rare beauty. One day she met a promising wizard who promised her the stars, the moon the fucking bollocks of the unicorn… I will spare you the details, splint story short, the wizard disappears, flying off into sunset and leaves my sister with this bastard. I hate mages and I hate their magics, it is unnatural and ungodly.”

Amaran felt that he failed, his heart stopping for a moment. If personal affairs are involved, no amount of logics can persuade the other party. This was all a bust.

“But, I hear what you have to say. I wanted to deny those pansies the chance to get glory, but you say, let them get gored and bled to death, let them taste their blood on their teeth and their shit in their pants. I like the idea.”

And with that, Amaran felt that he hit the jackpot. Perhaps that was exactly what he needed to hear, how the mages will suffer if this was allowed.

“You saying that the fights will be hard. How hard?”

“As hard as can be. We start with something small, say a swamp wyvern or dead wood treant. Big but slow. After that the power ramps up each time. I think defeating a basilisk or a drake will be an almost certain death.”

“Yes, that’s good. How do you propose, mixed teams, maximum limit for the members and such?”

“I think leave that to the team. If teams are too large, crowds won’t pay much and the team will have to divide the winnings, leaving them with less. It should get them to cut down on members quickly. What I was thinking, make bets on what team composition survives the encounter. The money of the people who lost is divided between the winners and the arena evenly. Should make a pretty coin from that.”

“Aye, I like the idea boy.”

The old man fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. The nephew, who didn’t speak at all, was looking at the half-breed with a little surprise, seeing how he was able to convince him to allow magic. This was a premise to allow mages to fight and get killed, without showing how they can triumph over fighters easily. Just the perfect use for them.

“Say boy, your girls. Are you fucking them?”

Amaran wasn’t totally expecting such a question, but it didn’t phase him much.

“One of them sir. The cherub. Her pink aura just makes it so much better.”

“What about the other one?”

“She is a snake who hates men. She is on her last strike, one more mistake and she gets a beating.”

“Yes, I see. You treat them how they deserve, I like you boy. Tell you what, next week we will have a trial battle using magic. How does a fight against a giant snake sounds?”

“Little easy, but considering I have a team of newbies, should be just hard enough. We got little magic for now, but we will get better once the fighting begins.”

“Great. That’s settled then.”

Amaran’s plan paid off. He got himself a trial battle against a big monster. Further details will be announced later, but for now, he can spend time training. Dealing with Zyte will be a problem, but he will think about it when the time comes.

For the rest of the day, the men talked about various topics. Amaran shared his experiences in the arena, prompting the others to give their feedback. His experience with Minas, the half feline who rendered him coreless made the old man feel some familiarity. Both of them were hurt by the mages, so they were kindred spirits.

The men has some drinks, laughed at the anecdotes and sang a song or two. Amaran wasn’t too drunk, his new bodies seemed to metabolize alcohol quickly, but he didn’t show it. He went along with the antics of the tow other men and had some fun.

Closer to the evening he departed, leaving nephew with his uncle. He didn’t go straight home, instead making his way to a certain shop, which contained certain items to enhance the experiences of lovers. He had an idea he wanted to make a reality. Thankfully, whatever he wanted, he was able to find it there.

When he came home, he was greeted with a glowing cherub and a three coarse meal. Iris was happy that she helped Rose make some of the food. Sot of the helping was in form of encouragement, but that was still good.

During the day, Rose asked Iris to stop her glow, as the newly reformed core gave off a very strong aura, capable of affecting even her. So, while Amaran wasn’t present, the cherub turned off her aura, but once he appeared, she turned pink again. Rose sighed slightly and smiled at that. She knew a girl in love when she saw one.

Zyte was quiet and didn’t speak, so while she was present, Amaran told Iris to pass onto the mana fiend his command to train her drain through touch, not kiss. This angered the blue haired girl, but she said nothing, only walked away. She was furious, but there was really nothing she could do but curse at the man. And she didn’t want to be the one to start the conversation.

When it was time to go to bed, Amaran was about to go to his room, when he was approached by Iris. She had a shy look, but asked to joined him quietly, fighting the shame she felt. He would have said yes immediately, but he turned Iris towards Rose, who had a frown on her face. The plant girl wanted to continue what she and the half-breed starting a week prior.

Iris was a little confused, not knowing what Rose wanted. Amaran understood that she was still inexperienced, so he helped her out just a bit.

“Iris, are you willing to trust me and do what I say?”

“Yes.” The cherub was even more confused.

“This girl doesn’t want to sleep alone. You don’t want to sleep alone. I don’t want to sleep alone. What do you say we all stay together for tonight?”

The girl blushed when the realization hit her. Rose wanted to spend time with the troll man the same way she wanted. And Amaran wanted to spend time with them both. This was something she didn’t expect at all. Ashamed, she shook her head, not wanting to be facing this situation.

“So, you want to stay with just me tonight?”

Knowing what he meant, she wanted to nod, but she felt bad for Rose. The maid has helped her throughout the day and she seemed eager to be with Amaran, looking at cherub with hopeful eyes. She shook her head once again.

“Are you just ashamed of this situation?”

Iris nodded her head quickly. She was very-very ashamed.

“Ok let’s do this. Rose, you go to your room and prepare. We will be with you soon.”

Rose went to her room. When she was gone, Amaran dragged Iris into her own room and gave her a package.

“Put this on.”

The cherub unfolded the package and in there was a mask, two fluffy long fingerless gloves, two fluffy braces for ankles and a pink silk cape. Looking at the items, she first studied each one closely and then looked at the troll man with questioning gaze.

“Iris, tonight you will be transforming. This is half of your battle attire, but it is all you need for tonight. Now, you will put these items on and you will stop being Iris Delaveur and instead you will be Cupid, the warrior of Love and Passion.”

The girl still looked at the insane man, who had a wide grin on his face.

“Oh come on, just try it. This will help you get over your shame. It won’t be you who will be doing any of those things. You said you were gonna do what I tell you?”

Still unsure, the girl takes the mask and puts it on. It is pink, silky looking and covers half of her face. With her pink aura it makes her look different somehow. Iris didn’t recognize herself in the mirror. Trying to be Cupid, she made a battle pose which was more cute than ferocious. Amaran laughed at the girl lightheartedly and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and gave in to his demand. Perhaps this could work, she thought.

Amaran undressed the girl, taking off her pink dress and her undergarments. Once she had nothing but a mask on, he put a short cape on her, it barely reaching the top of girls butt. The braces and gloves were all put in place as well. With all the gear in place, Iris looked very funny, but in this context she also looked very sexy. Having her breasts grabbed, it didn’t make her want to laugh, but moan instead. She turned around and kisses Amaran. She wanted to keep going, but he stopped her and pulled her with him out of the room.

The corridors were all dark, sun was long gone, leaving no light in the world. Tirit has retired with Hamorok and Zyte was angry in her room. Nobody to disturb them. They walked to Rose’s room and entered. In there the maid was undressed, only her corset and her fishnet stockings remaining. She wanted to impress him and unknowingly she wore something that contrasted whatever the angel was wearing. The cute sexy pink against the lustful sexy green.

The girls looked at one another and smiled. For some reason it was easier for Iris once she was looking at the world through her mask, like it really wasn’t her anymore. She came closer to Rose and tried kissing her, like she did with Zyte. But if with Zyte it was only lips, in order to transfer mana, now she used her tongue like with Amaran. The two girls kissed much to the pleasant surprise of the half troll.

He grinned at them and once they parted their lips, they also smiled at him, inviting him in. He didn’t hesitate, quickly taking his clothes off, he joined the girls. Firstly he took Iris, whom Rose helped to feel better. Witnessing all the nymph did, Iris was red, but it felt so good. Then they switched. Iris tried copying Rose and she did spectacularly. Both girls were eager to make each other feel good. But they also wanted to pleasure the man who was with them, sharing him together, kissing him and making love to him.

That night the cherub was corrupted further. She learned the meaning of fellatio, cunnilingus, pose sixty nine and some knowledge that accompanied these terms. The angel was like putty in the half-breeds hands and she loved it. Her aura shone brighter that night, affecting both her partners. Having twice the girls to please, Amaran worked twice as hard and made sure to give them his all. In the two days that he absorbed a lot of mana, his stamina, speed, strength, all grew considerably, which was good in situation like this. His skin seemed to glow just a tiny bit, but the girls were too lost in their passion to notice.

The trio didn’t hold anything back. They left their insecurities and inhibitions behind the doors that night, being loud and passionate. Zyte was angry, but she remained silent. Tirit had her own little thing with Hamorok, which couldn’t be called passionate, but it was something.

Promiscuous half-breed. Chapter 5

The next week was like Hell for Iris. Physical training in the morning and then pouring your soul into some magic, emptying your mana reserves each day only for them to recharge each time with a slight boost. Amaran didn’t kid when he said that he would pour his frustrations into her training. He made her do exercise when she woke up, running around, doing push ups and sit ups.

When she wasn’t exercising, she was getting a beating from Amaran, blocking and dodging his strikes. With each day the force of his swings grew, making Iris flinch in pain more and more. But, she hated to admit it, but she quickly felt herself becoming fitter, faster. Even if changes were slight, each day she could push herself just a tiny bit further, resist just a tiny bit more.

The body of the cherub was changing to accommodate her new lifestyle, her muscles growing in density and her skin becoming elastic and flexible, able to withstand more punishment. This would be too fast for a normal reality, but in the world where magic is abundant, mana facilitated these changes, allowing Iris to adapt quicker. This was especially true since she was doing her aura exercises as well.

She didn’t think about it at first, but casting spells on herself was a valid option. She first did it just to elevate some of her pain, mending the tears in her muscles but when Amaran saw her do it, his face showed a wide joyous grin. Iris knew she messed up. She shouldn’t have shown Amaran this trick.

Now, she had to cast spells on herself while trying to defend or attack Amaran. He didn’t break her bones or dislocated her shoulders, her magic wasn’t powerful enough for that. But there were now a lot of bruises and cuts appearing on her pristine skin, making her look like a leopard. Amaran would be beating her and not letting her rest, until she uses some spells on herself, at which point the beating would continue. This allowed them a few extra hours of training, until Iris was exhausted, her mana running out. Only after that would the half-breed let her rest and regenerate mana, while manifesting her aura.

Hell on earth. Why would the loveliest angel of them all, a cherub, get into such a situation was unknown to Iris, but she knew that it was for the best. When she thought nobody was looking, she would quietly cry, letting out her frustrations. Her pain because of the betrayal by her stepfather and ignorance of her mother, her anger at the stupid troll man who beat her senseless and the indifference of the blue haired girl who looked after her. But when the tears would end, she would be thankful that the green-skinned man gave her an opportunity to defend herself and to become stronger.

The half troll himself was positively giddy each morning. It seemed that he was recuperating from training and from fights very quickly. In the very first week he had four fights, which is twice the normal amount of battles per week. Both his bloodlust and his love for fornication grown considerably. Firstly, he hadn’t spent a single night in his room, each day having a new woman to take him in. Iris was a little sad by the fact, she began to enjoy his stupid gestures of affection and his silly faces he made at her. His grin was dumb, but it made her laugh each time unless it made her very embarrassed, which also made her feel good.

But secondly, he seemed to not care about any injuries at all. Once he fought so reckless, he broke both his arms and had to strangle the monster he was up against with his legs. It was dumb and dangerous, but when he came back from the pit, he only asked Jaina to set the bones in place and told Iris to repeatedly cast magic on him until her mana pool was empty. She was sure it was insufficient, but the combination of her magic and his superior regeneration did the trick. About half way through exhausting all of her mana she saw that he was already fine, but she didn’t say anything and Amaran didn’t stop her from casting. She enjoyed being in close proximity with him, touching his toned body and feeling his gaze on her body.

Iris learned to enjoy her time with him, watching him in baths, his nude figure being embodiment of manliness, both muscly and powerful but agile and dexterous. She would sneak a peek at him, hoping to not get noticed. The innocent little angel was getting corrupted by the half troll, her thoughts becoming impure. Four days into her confinement she allowed herself to think, what it would feel like to be with a man like Amaran?

Regardless of such ideas, she knew what kind of man he was, a promiscuous and unfaithful kind. He slept around more than the whores in the whore house. His lust was unmatched by anybody since he woke up, sometimes approaching numerous women during the same day. It was a bizarre display of sexuality from a man and even more bizarre the fact that women went along with it.

After a week, Iris began to think, perhaps it is no so bad that he sleeps around. She allowed herself to imagine the scene where he makes love to her and she didn’t know if she could satiate such a beast. However, as quickly as the image came, it was dispelled, lady could not let a monster lay his hands on her…

Iris was curious where he got all the energy from. Surely, even if her aura of a cherub affected him slightly, it couldn’t give him so much strength and stamina. She was even drained every night by Zyte, which was a mystery in of itself. A grown man would need a couple of days to recharge and he would be bedridden for the whole time, but Amaran got better after a couple of spells from Iris. It was like he directly absorbed the mana from her spells, which was somewhat ridiculous of a notion.

In fact, lacking a magic core, Amaran should’t feel any effects at all, his body being capable of only storing ambient mana from the environment, but he clearly showed discomfort after being drained. If this was true, Zyte wouldn’t be able to gather any mana at all after the first drain until weeks later. It was as if Amaran stored every bit of mana Iris poured into him, only to let Zyte drain most of it.

What’s more, Zyte was becoming stronger at a very rapid pace, both her magic and her strength growing rapidly. Such growth required a lot of mana, meaning that she drained a lot from Amaran each day, which simply shouldn’t be happening. She was even reluctant to do it last couple of days, it seemed her body and her core couldn’t accommodate such amounts of mana, even with a mana fiend traits, her core was not limitless, still needing time to form more crystals around it.

Many pieces of a puzzle that she couldn’t solve. Iris was toying with this information but kept it to herself, not wanting to give the half-breed any more ’genius’ ideas. He would come up with some new way to make the training harder and faster by using some unorthodox idea. Which, in truth, is exactly what happened by the end of the week.

After the week ended, Amaran said that he is taking a two day rest, making all three of them pack up and leave to the mansion in the city. It was a three story house, where Amaran lived with another ex gladiator, Hamorok.

Iris didn’t know much about the crippled fighter, only hearing rumors about him before. She was surprised to see a man without arms or legs, being tended by a half feline girl. She seemed to like the wolf man, trying to make his life easier. He had sadness in his eyes, missing the fights and being incapable of lifting the sword. But seeing his friend and the girls with him, he smiles trying to act friendly.

The girl were each given a room at the top floor, while Amaran took one on the second. Hamorok lived on the first floor, so he wouldn’t need to go up and down the stairs.

A little surprise for the half troll was the presence of another girl in his house. A half nymph was cleaning the house, the same one which was present when Amaran woke up. He was pleasantly surprised at this development.

The princess, while allowing him to do whatever he wanted, still wanted to keep tabs on Amaran, so instead of sending guards or butlers, she sent a maid. And which maid would do the best job, other than the one who already knew the half-breed.

The girl had a red flush on her face, indicating that she had some sort of experience with Amaran, making Iris envious of her. What was more surprising, the troll man didn’t know her name!

The girl introduced herself as Rose Mary Lightbud, a member of the servant family to the royal family. The half troll only snickered at the girl and told her to get comfortable around the house. He wanted to go for a walk, so he gave the two slave girls a free time and let them do whatever they wished and promptly ran outside.

Iris having nothing better to do, decided to talk with the two servant girls. Tirit turned out to be an ex fighter who fought in the pits with Amaran and Hamorok, and who admired the wolf man greatly. When he was crippled she asked Amaran to purchase her to tend to her favorite wolf. So, she has been staying with him, helping him with his daily life.

Rose on the other hand has been princess’s maid since her childhood, along many others. She also accompanied her to this city, when princess visited the arena a month ago. She was there when Amaran woke up and they had a ’situation’, memory of which made the girl turn bright red. No matter how much Iris pressed on about the situation, Rose never gave her any details. Zyte just scoffed at it, calling her master a pig.

The girls bonded, talking about their lives. Zyte talked very little, still refraining from getting too close to anybody, but others were glad to share their stories.

Tirit’s mother was from a tribe of desert cats, felines living alongside Dune’eld, the sand elves. They were a small tribe, living together until the goblins attacked them. Her mother was taken and she was given to one of the warriors of the goblins, who had many children with her. Tirit was one of them, until she was taken as a slave at the age of four. She eventually found her way to the pits, where her former master bought her and trained her. She knew Amaran and Hamorok well, so she was like a friend with them. She was glad to be out of the pits and helping Hamorok.

Rose on the other hand was rather fortune, ’until now’ as Iris thought, throughout her life. She is from a lower noble servant family who tend to the royals. They have privileges, but all children apart from first born are turned into maids and servants. This is apparently a great honor to serve under the king and queen, so there is a whole big process into training and preparing them as well as a large pool of candidates to choose from. Rose was fortunate to work for princess Floria, it was said her brothers were something else entirely and the king was the worst. Not that she complained, that would be treasonous thoughts.

The girls talked about their stories until the began to talk about the recent events. Zyte who stayed quiet until now, showed her displeasure on the revelation her master given her. And he was telling the truth too, Zyte wouldn’t have escaped if she killed any of her previous masters.

“But it’s logical if you think about it. Wouldn’t killing your master be the best option otherwise? I heard that in foreign countries slaves are branded to their face, so once you are marked, your freedom is forfeit forever and you have no right until you die.” Rose as a noble was aware of the problem, but she believed it to be fair.

“I think Zyte is mostly displeased that all her efforts until now were for naught. She tried killing so many masters before that her price dropped a lot, moving from hand to hand. She always thought she was close to freedom which made her keep going, but she was wrong.” Iris couldn’t help but add a little poison to her words.

“I don’t care what you people think, at least I have my dignity. I am not drooling over that bastard of a master.”

“Please, Zyte, you are jumping on every opportunity to drain the man. I saw how uncomfortable you look with all the excess mana you have. You are forcing yourself to kiss him each time.”

“Oh, fuck off. I am doing this to get stronger. One day I will be strong enough to defeat the man so I can go free.”

“Uh-uh. You won’t be strong if you die from mana poisoning.”

“Wait, what do you mean you drain him? Amaran doesn’t have a core, how can you get anything out of him?” Rose was curious now. She had some basic magic skills and she knew that whatever the girls talked about should not be possible.

“I don’t know. Master has a lot of mana inside, even I can’t drain all of it. I tried doing it each day for a week, but he doesn’t seem bothered at all. Just a couple heal spells and he is fine.”

“I don’t know how, but I think he absorbs the mana from my spells and then gives it to her.”

“Yes, each time Iris heals the master, he immediately gets better.”

“What do you mean, he gets better?”

“I should be able to drain him of ambient mana his body collects, seeing he doesn’t has a core now, which is a tiny amount but won’t have any effect on him. However, instead I gain a huge amount of energy and master gets uncomfortable all over the body.”

“Yeah, I noticed that too. It feels like Amaran replenishes his mana from the spell I cast at him. I mean, in theory without a core the mana from my spells can just stay in his body instead of being repelled by the aura, but it would be a small amount.”

The girls fell silent, each thinking about the puzzle they have before them. They understood that this was all unnatural, something out of the norm, bit each had too little to understand the truth of the situation.

“But it kinda gets annoying how you train to drain Amaran of all his energy. You are going to get mana poisoning soon.”

“It’s none of your business. You are just jealous that you can’t suck his face like that. I am doing this out of necessity.”

Iris went red at her words, embarrassed and angry.

“No, what I am jealous is of your massive amount of mana, I have to be training, casting spells each day until I run dry, while you just kiss him and wave your hands around.”

“Hey, why don’t you kiss her instead and let her have some of your mana, since you are so uncomfortable with all you get from me?” A male voice joined the discussion.

Everybody freezes at the appearance of the new person who shamelessly joined the girl talk. Amaran has found his way home a while ago and was walking around the house until he stumbled onto the girls talking about him and magic. While he barely understood anything about himself, magic talk was interesting and made him come up with a new idea.

“What?” Both, Iris and Zyte were surprised by the idea and the other two girls just looked at the half-breed curiously.

“Well, I mean mana is like water. Iris collects it form the environment, gives it to me, I give it to Zyte. Now she has too much of it, so much in fact that her reservoir is full and can’t grow quickly enough to accommodate such amount. So why don’t she give some of it back?”

“I heard you right the first time. But what?”

“You get bigger capacity for mana by emptying and refilling it all the time. Why don’t you two constantly pass mana around between you two? This will be much easier than casting spells every day and waiting for mana to regenerate.”

“This actually makes sense.” Rose, who understood magic rather well was somewhat impressed by Amaran, who came up with the idea having only basic knowledge on magic. It was a simple idea and wouldn’t work otherwise, but here they had a missing key to this problem. “Cam mana fiends even give mana back to the victims?”

“I don’t see why not. Mana drain is a simple manipulation of mana, a basic skill for us. But… I don’t like the underlying premise for it.” Zyte looked at Amaran who had a shameless smile on his face. She knew exactly what Amaran wanted.

Iris also looked at the troll man and she turned red seeing his expression. He wanted them to kiss, there was nothing else. Mana sharing was just an excuse to see tho beautiful girls kiss. To Iris this was clear, it was the only reason Amaran could think of this. Yes.

Although… The cherub didn’t hate it. In fact, being an angel of love, something inside her trembled at the though of kissing another, even if it was a girl. It wouldn’t be a man, so her honor would remain untouched. Surely that’s how it works.

Iris tried justifying to herself the possibility of going through with this idea. And it worked, she was not opposed to ’sharing mana’. It would also give her a power boost if it worked.

“I would do it.”

Amaran smiled at the cherub even wider.

“I knew you would. A wise choice. And you Zyte?”

The blue haired girl looked at the man with anger, but it was clear she was contemplating it. Even though she tried draining him a lot, he was fine as usual, but she was full of mana, so full, it made it almost painful. She couldn’t even sleep properly at the moment. Getting rid of some would be good for her.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But this is just for training and not for your pig urges.”

“Aha, I don’t have pig urges, only normal male sexy desires.”

The reply to Amaran’s quip was a silent “tsk” and a turning of the head. Zyte disliked man still, even if the one she had as master one was semi-decent. He was still her master and she his slave.

“Let me guess, ’master’ wants to watch his two little slaves kiss so he can get off?”

“No, your master wants to see if this works and if there are any other ways to use this. So, would you please?”

Zyte looks at Amaran with anger in her eyes, but sighs and closes her eyes. Even if he is perverted pig of a man, whatever he proposes has some merit for her. This could do good to both Iris and her.

The mana fiend turns her head to the cherub and looks at her. The pink haired girl is red in the face and has a complicated expression of both shyness and excitement. Zyte sighs once again and comes close to her. Taking her face on her hands, she locks their lips together and begins to feel their mana.

Iris doesn’t know what she is supposed to feel, but she is very hot and begins to sweat quickly. This new and foreign feeling feels good, but it seems a little wrong. Something is not exactly there, like a small part missing. She wondered if she was just kissing the wrong person or if it is because there are no feelings involved…

The mana fiend on the was focused on the task at hand. This wasn’t her first time kissing another girl, masters in her life tried different things before she got a chance to drain them. Now, it didn’t bother her, this was her trying to cultivate her unique talent, to use it for her benefit and the benefit of her current teammate.

Feeling the mana, Zyte begins trying to move it around. Usually she takes mana from people, this will be the first time she will be willingly giving it. Finding the core of the other person, she tries to move the excess mana inside her into Iris. The process is slow at first, but then the flow begins, the mana going into the girl Zyte kisses.

Iris felt when the mana began flowing into her. If she felt hot before, now she was in a volcano, her blood turning into molten lava, carrying massive amounts of life essence. Her body quickly gets covered in sweat, water escaping the molten prison of cherub’s body.

The core inside Iris vibrates, greedily absorbing all the mana it receives. Unknown to the people present, the cherub has a rather large core, the size of a big strawberry, but it was unused for the longest time, girl only barely casting magic, making her crystal fragile and hollow.

Amaran had a large crystal in his heart and it was powerful, filled to the brim. Every time Amaran fought, every time he got injured, every time he healed, mana would be there, pushing him on. Even if it was unknown to him, each of his feats made his mana core stronger, resulting in a great amount of mana accumulating.

But Iris, she was a noble daughter, protected and cares for, she didn’t need to struggle or to work, her hands soft and frail. Her core was large ever since birth, but because her life was easy, the core grew thin, the crystals withering away, leaving only the overall shape. Even though she was trying to use magic, her crystal allowed her minimal control over mana, making her weak.

But now, Zyte pushed mana into Iris. Inside the mana fiend, mana was of such concentration, it almost began to liquefy, forming a noxious poison. Instead of that, the mana was now flowing to the cherub, letting her core absorb it. Having mana pumped into it, the core reforms itself, quickly turning immaterial energy into crystals. This is not a natural occurrence, people don’t just get juiced up by mana to improve their magic quickly.

Both girls feel what’s happening, Iris absorbing a lot of mana. Her center is hot, her core radiating energy into the body, having been restored to its full potential. Zyte actually had to put a little more mana than she wanted at first, letting go of her own energy. She was not only free of excess mana she began feeling the hunger that mana fiends get when they are capable of draining.

When the girls part their lips, a trickle of spit remains between them. Zyte is captivated by the process that happened, charging another person like a battery. Not that she knew what a battery was, but this was fascinating. Over the duration of fifteen minutes, Zyte was able to greatly increase the magical capabilities of another, by allowing her reform her crystal core like is should be.

Iris is now wet, in more ways than one. Having her core stimulated like that, it sent pulses all the way through her body. Saying that this wasn’t pleasurable would be a lie. She felt energized, her body full of magical energy, ready to be used for anything. She felt her core influencing the flow of mana around her, the aura of the cherub becoming denser and more powerful.

With a slight thought her aura manifests. Her spectral wings are larger than before and her whole aura is brighter than what it used to be. The power behind her can be felt now. Without thinking, Iris casts a spell at Amaran. And which spell would she cast in this situation other than her charm spell.

Having her control over mana improved, the spell is created quickly, the lines of the floating symbol clearer and brighter than usual, packed with more energy. It transforms into a symmetrical heart shape and flies towards the half-breed.

Amaran was smiling throughout the whole time, seeing two beautiful girls kissing was a pretty picture. He had an idea what to do next, but before he could say anything, he was assaulted by the image of the cherub. His senses exploded, making him focus entirely on the pink haired girl.

He could smell her arousing aroma, her skin, wet from sweat carrying her womanly smell across. He smelt her smell of arousal, the girl have been plenty stimulated by the experience, both the novelty of kissing a girl and having her core charged up. He sees how the girl has her eyes half closed, slightly exhausted by the experience, a dreamy look on her face.

He doesn’t think, just comes over and kisses her while pushing her down to the floor. They both end up lying down on the wooden floor, him holding her neck with his left hand and kissing her, while his right hand reaches the girl’s nether region. She is too excited too resist and too envious to pass up such chance. Wrapping her arms around him, she invited him in.

Two fingers enter the girl and she moans sweetly into the mouth of the troll man. His fingers assaulting her from below, his tongue assaulting her from above, her body is being taken by storm. At this moment she doesn’t care that she was a noble or that this was a forbidden topic, all she wanted was to enjoy the touch of this man.

For fifteen seconds they indulge into their bonding session, him stimulating her lower lips and the little button that turns women on while moving his left hand moving down from the neck to her breasts, bypassing the shirt and the bra, reaching the girl’s nipple.

Suddenly the half-breed stops for a moment, trying to move away, but Iris follows after him with her own lips, trying to bring him back. Her hand stops his from withdrawing and before she knows what is happening, she herself is trying to make him continue.

“Iris, if this is how you really feel, I will gladly continue with you later tonight, but now we have some more things to do.”

The girl stops, realizing exactly what she was trying to do and what is happening, she quickly pulls away from the man, jumps up and runs out of the room, crying the tears of embarrassment. Throughout the whole thing, her aura never stopped shining, reflecting her inner joy of the occasion and still shining while she retreated.

Tirit looks at the two with a smile, not seeing anything particularly wrong. Zyte looks at the man with disgust, seeing his true nature and how he attacked the poor cherub, it’s obvious just how despicable the man is. And the maid is red, having seen such an unsightly display right in front of her, the shameless actions that were done.

Amaran gets up and wipes his hand on a cloth that was lying around. It is a waste, but he wants his hands clean, and licking them would seem like a wrong move right now.

“Zyte, I want you to drain these two and then give everything you get from them to me.” Amaran points at the two other girls in the room.

“Hey, wait, how can you tell her to do this? I didn’t agree to this!”

“You are a maid, working here by the order of the princess. You don’t need your magic now, neither does Tirit. And I want to know if I can really absorb the magic others give me.”

Girls don’t have anything to reply with, other than a “pig” from Zyte. But she complies with his command after a slight breather, still riding the wave which compelled her to start this mess.

Interlocking her lips with Rose, she drains her for five minutes, gently sucking up as much mana as the girl can afford to live without. Once she is practically empty, when drawing out would damage the structure of her core, Zyte stops and moves on to Tirit. Kissing the feline girl, she once again drains her, although the furry one has much less mana than the fruity girl.

After she is done draining them, Zyte once again feels slight discomfort at having too much mana in her body. It’s not quiet as much as before when she drained Amaran for a week straight, but it’s a considerable amount.

Mana fiend walks over to the half-breed and kisses him, sending all the excess mana into his body. To her surprise, all of it is absorbed immediately, leaving nothing behind. If she didn’t control the process, she would have been emptied completely, the body of the half troll would have sucked up every bit of energy Zyte had.

For a moment his body shone, the crystals in his flesh absorbing the magical energy. For a slight fraction of a second, there was a fluctuation, a manifestation of what could be an aura. This fluctuation shocks everyone present, making them look at the half troll with wide eyes. If his aura manifests, it will be massive. Nobody knows what happened, but it is huge. Something big has happened.

The troll felt amazing. His whole body buzzing with energy, his muscles and his skin feeling like they are tougher and stronger than they just were. This feels surreal, his senses improving quickly, allowing him to perceive more. He understands that if he absorbs mana, he will become stronger like Zyte. Now he needs to find a large source of mana to do it to complete whatever was happening to him.

Seeing as it is already becoming night, the sun has set a while ago, Amaran decided to depart.

“Well, I am going to bed. If anybody needs me, I will be in my room.” He throws a quick glance at the maid, but realized that she is too exhausted for what he has in mind.

“Hey, you won’t talk about what happened just now?” Zyte is the only one who still has energy to talk.

“Nope.” With a short reply, he walks out of the door and moves upstairs, leaving the three girls dumbfounded.

“I guess we will learn about this later. He can’t keep this a secret for ever.” Rose feels like she needs to fall asleep right now. She yawns and walks off towards her bed.

Tirit also feels pretty tired, but she has to go see how Hamorok is doing, she was absent for a while now.

“Damnit.”

Only Zyte is angry, but she doesn’t seem to be able to do anything now. No point getting works up over something she can’t change. She leaves for her own room, thinking of training some magic before going to sleep. She won’t be wasting her time thinking of useless things, that pig of a man can burn as far she knows.

Amaran went into his room and closed the door. He feels electric, his body full of energy, he feels how something is happening inside him. He doesn’t know that with the inflow of mana, the crystals in his flesh are growing and getting assimilated. Soon, his whole body will be an amalgam of crystals and organics, being stronger and tougher than normal body and capable of conducting mana through his entire being.

He gets undressed, thinking about what to do the next day. He needs to find a large source of mana to improve the rate of his transformation. Whatever is happening, it makes him feel good and he likes it. He want this to be complete, to see what he will become, because whatever he feels now, it is nothing compared to what he will feel then. Perhaps buying a monster mana core so Zyte could drain it for him would be a good idea…

His thoughts are cut short. The door opens with a slight creak, revealing a pink aura behind it.

“Come in Iris.”

The girl is unsure of herself, but she follows the command of the troll man. Running away, she tried acting like nothing had happened, but in the short time that they were separated, she couldn’t stop thinking about how good she felt, how amazing to feel him inside her, down there. This is what was missing when Zyte kissed her. Each time Amaran did it previously, it was there, but she didn’t realize it until it was missing.

With small steps she comes inside. Her body only had a silk nightgown, barely covering anything. Moving her shoulders slightly, she slips out of the strips that hold the cloth up and reveals her nude body. Her breasts are size three or just under, big enough to fill a hand. They are perky and firm, not sagging at all. Her pink nipples are hard, showing her excitement.

Amaran comes closer, understanding full well why she is in his room. He doesn’t bother talking, immediately kissing her and putting his arms around her. They are almost the same height, so they don’t need to do anything to be able to kiss.

His hands wonder to the cherubs ass, grabbing it unceremoniously, making her moan slightly. The cherub girl is inexperienced so she doesn’t do anything, but Amaran takes one of her hands in his and guides it to his shirt, making her undress him. She undoes the buttons on hos shirt and takes it off, not stopping the kiss. Then she proceeds to unbuckle his pants and lets them drop on the floor. Amaran is revealed naked, which Iris doesn’t realise so she tries to remove his underpants only to grab his erect penis.

Her eyes grow wide at this and she parts from him momentarily, trying to see what she took. She saw it before, but it wasn’t primed and ready usually. Amaran was good at controlling his body and he wouldn’t get aroused needlessly. Now, his erection was in full view on the girl. She never saw one before, so now she was a little scared, seeing how this was her first time.

Using slight force, Amaran pushes the girl towards the bed and onto it. He tries being gentle, but he knows the girl is ready. To ease up the tension, he kisses the girl, making her stop looking at his manhood. He massages her breasts for a moment, making the girl moan once again.

Then, he props himself up on his hands and positions himself to enter. Slowly, he begins sliding into the girl, her wet entrance inviting him inside. The girl gasp at the new sensation, feeling the hot rod move inside her just a bit. Amaran was hot, hotter than usual, his perfect body radiating energy and heat.

He goes deeper, bit by bit, until he meets resistance. He knows a few trick, so he stimulates the clitoris of the cherub, making her moan in pleasure. At the same time, he begins stretching the wall that stands between the girl and him being united as one. It’s not a whole lot of stretching, just a slight movement back and forth, but after a minute of such activity, the wall seems to loosen up a bit. When he knows that it’s time, he does another slow prod, but doesn’t stop and moves all the way in.

Iris winces in slight pain, having her virtue taken, little of blood comes out. She grabs the troll man and holds onto him. For a moment he comes to a stop at the deepest part of the girl, waiting for her to get used to this. She feels his heartbeat, both through their chests touching and through his rod pulsing inside her. His heart is strong, each beat radiating power through his body and now, when they are joined, through her. It is powerful and steady, unlike hers quick and restless beating.

After ten seconds she relaxes considerably, most of her pain fading away. Amaran begins moving, inside her, back and forth, little at first but building up pace with each thrust. Few minutes in and they are going at good speed, their bodies moving in unison. The girl is moaning, her body experiencing pleasure she hasn’t felt before.

Amaran is overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensation. His improved senses allow him to feel more than before. The buzzing of the energy inside him, the thrusting inside the girl, the movement of the two bodies, the smell and touch and sound of the two making love… All of it comes together to create a symphony of joy and desire. He loves every bit of it.

The two move together, Amaran doing his best to make them both feel good. It doesn’t take a long time for the girl to start shuddering from waves traveling through her body, her climax washing over her. The waves come and go, increasing with each thrust and last for about a minute. Feeling her climax, half-breed slows for a moment, allowing her to take a small rest.

Then, they continue again. Their bodies sweating, covered in their fluids. The smell of sex is overwhelming. At some point Amaran flips them over, making the girl be on top. She moves, assisted by his hands and his slight movements underneath her. Everything is so knew to her and all of it overheats her. Throughout the night she climaxes multiple times, unable to resist the mastery of a half troll, who has been doing this for years.

During one of her climaxes, Amaran allows himself to drown in the sensation of the girl tightening around him and released every bring he had inside her. She felt hot liquid filling her up and the new feeling made her feel even better. This climax lasted longer than others.

They take a short break, change position and continue. The girl feels just as good as her partner, both of them having been charged by magical energy, giving them a boost to their stamina. They keep going for a couple of hours, longer than what you would expect from the first timer. Her training has surely paid off, her stamina being more than what you’d expect.

BY the end, Iris climaxed many times and Amaran thrice. Exhausted by the end, they both drop onto his bed and embrace one another tightly. Too tired to do anything, they quickly fall asleep like that, both of them naked, covered in fluids and not even covered by a blanket. Their dreams are magical, reflecting on whatever happened before. Until dawn, not for a moment had her aura stopped shining, enveloping the two in a soft and warm glow.

Others are somewhat more tame. Rose has fallen asleep hours before, drained of her energy she was powerless to resist. Tirit tended to Hamorok and fell asleep embracing her favorite wold. Only Zyte was still awake and grumbling about the pig and the slut. Her complaint for the night was the fact that he didn’t even let her drain him before bed that night.

Promiscuous half-breed. Chapter 4

In the morning, Jaina and Amaran woke up early. A habit acquired through the years of living in the arena, you take everything you can from life. You sleep through the night, you live through the day. Having the same idea, the two ’lived’ together for an hour in the morning and then separated. Amaran went to his room to wake up the two girls.

Both girls were new to to arena, Iris being a total newbie and Zyte becoming a fighter just mere months before, neither of them were accustomed to living the lifestyle the half-breed lived.

When he came in, he made noises to wake the two girls, banging on the door a bit. With a slight slight grumble, Iris wakes up and looks around. On the bed across from her a nude Zyte is sitting up, rubbing her eyes. The door is slightly open with the half-troll peeking through and grinning at them. Slightly confused, Iris looks at herself and then covers her body, which only had her shirt on. The mana fiend seemed to not care about the troll, she was used to such treatment being slave and all.

“Girls, get up, we need to talk.”

Amaran walks in and opens one of the drawers in the room. Out of it he pulls up a collar like the one he wears and tosses it to the cherub.

“Put this on. It will mark you as my slave instead of the arena’s. It is slightly different from the usual ones as it will allow you to use magic. It is forbidden to use during the fights, but outside you will be able to practice whatever magic you can do.”

“Uh, thank you.”

Iris takes off her prisoner collar which has been deactivated and puts on the other one given to her by the troll man. He comes over, ignoring her revealing attire and locks it up by donating a drop of his blood.

After that he steps out of the room, giving the two enough time to dress and come out. Both girls put on their clothes, some simple pants and shirt given to them by Amaran. He told Iris to put away her previous attire as to not draw attention to her.

While Iris dressed, Zyte tidied the room and made sure it was presentable. The cherub tried helping her, but only got pushed away. She was inexperienced with the matter of cleaning, being a noble before and having maids to do that.

When two of them came outside, Amaran was waiting there and whistling. With them ready, he set off towards the dining area. They took some trays with monster meat and potatoes and sat at a table together. Zyte didn’t have a very pleased expression, but she obeyed her master regardless.

They began to eat with only the three of them when Amaran decided to speak.

“Now, Iris, I wasn’t totally honest with you yesterday. A slave cannot have other slaves. I am a free man as of a week ago.”

“What? But that means you can go out there, why are you still fighting as a gladiator?”

“Simple answer, I like tit. This is what I’ve done my whole life and what I am good at. Now I earn money and have a place I can rest and have fun.”

“But if we go out there, I won’t have to fight…”

“Girl, and what will you do, being my slave, if we get out of here? Zyte here is earning her upkeep as a maid. She cleans my room and takes care of miscellaneous things. Can you do that? I don’t think so, you being a noble and all. Now, what would a master do to a pretty girl slave who can’t fight and can’t clean, but has a rocking body?”

Amaran showed a mischievous smile to the cherub girl. It sent shivers up her spine and made the fiend nearby distort her face in disgust.

“Uhm, I, I think I know what…”

“Exactly. And I don’t think you like that option right now. Let me tell you, the upkeep of each slave in the arena is five silvers a month. This is the price for the boss, who is a relative of the arena master. For others it’s more expensive. Since the boss earns plenty of money from our fights, he doesn’t charge the slaves anything, but if a slave doesn’t fight, he has to do some other job.

The girl yesterday, she works as a representative of the arena master. A slave here works for the boss in the very same way, being his eyes and ears while he is away. Would you have a talent for administration? Not that I need it.”

The girl shakes her head and looks down at her food. She understands that she has no real worth and where this conversation is going.

“So, you have no talents, you are untrained. How could I use you other than using your body to satisfy my manly needs?”

The girl shakes her head again, not knowing the answer.

“Well, how I can see it, out there you would be nothing more than my concubine, but here, given proper training, you could prove your worth as a fighter.”

“I see.”

“Now, don’t be so down. Since I work under master, it should’t be too expensive to have you here. Plus, since you live with me, technically you only need to pay for the food. And seeing how you can use magic, we might just find a job for you. But, you will still need some weapon to use. Would you tell me if you have any experiences with weapons and what can your magic so?”

The cherub looked at the troll with a thoughtful expression for a bit. She never really had a weapon nor did she have a real preference. Weapons are too violent for a lady like her, not that she was one now… And magic, it was rather weak. She needed to train it more to have a real use for it.

“I am sorry, but I don’t like weapons and I can’t really use my magic yet. I need to train more. I know a charm spell and a healing spell, but their effects are too slight because I don’t have much mana. My parents didn’t prioritize me training my magic.”

“Well, that’s not good. But what about that spell you used last time? I certainly felt it’s effects on me last night, He-he.”

Amaran showed the girl a wide grin and she immediately understood the meaning of his words.

“But that was no spell. I only materialized my aura, it is one of the practices that mages do to improve their magic. If you felt it then you must be incredibly sensitive to magic. That’s incredible!”

“No, I am lacking a core, so I don’t have my own magic to resist yours.”

“You don’t have a magic core? But all sentient races have one… Unless you somehow lost yours… Wait, are you that man who was involved in the accident three weeks ago?”

Amaran smiled at the girl a bit shyly.

“Aye, yup. That’s me.”

“Wow, this is incredible. I’ve heard about you even all the way at home. You are supposed to be dead. People talked about putting you down if you went through sundering, but since you lost your core, it was ok to let you live.”

“Really? I haven’t heard any of that here.”

“Amaran, you are incredibly lucky!”

“If you are going to praise him so much, why don’t you go and fuck him already?” The blue haired fiend nearby didn’t have so much joy at hearing such news. Cherub turns red at her words, feeling ashamed at how she reacted.

“Don’t pay her any attention, she dislikes me like she dislikes all men. I will need to train her later. Anyway, now that we have all eaten plenty, we are going to go and train. Iris, we will see what kind of weapons you can use and I’ll think about using your magic later. Let’s go.”

Having had breakfast, the trio sets off to the training rooms. After a number of corridors and twists and turns, they come to a large spacious room. Around the place are some training dummies and some targets for shooting. Near the walls are some racks with weapons of different types and sizes. There was little illumination, with a grated window in the ceiling letting in the daylight. During the night, the area is illuminated by torches or magic stones.

While they walk, Amaran talks about ups and downs of weapons, how it is good to use blunt weapons for heavily armored opponents or how to parry and counter attack. It leaves little impact on the girl, as she has no real idea what the troll means, but she doesn’t say anything, not wanting to offend him.

When they come to some dummies, Zyte walks off to train her fighting. She has a whip, a trident and a net, weapons used for ensnaring and then draining her opponents. While she couldn’t do it previously, now Amaran allowed her to take magic from downed people. So, now her style would be incapacitating her opponent and then drain him while killing him. When magic core looses conscious control, it releases plenty of mana which can be absorbed by her.

Amaran also allowed her to drain people outside of combat, but only in self defense and not lethally. If she would try going over the line that her master has drawn, she would be stopped but the enchantment in her collar.

While the blue haired girl trained, Iris was trying different weapons. Swords, daggers, axes. They all seemed too violent to her. Amaran also saw that she couldn’t use them. So, they came up with a plan. If they ever fight, they will fight together, Amaran killing people and Iris simply surviving long enough. They decided to give her a shield and a mace, a classic combination. In case if somebody comes at her, she should be able to guard against attacks.

At first, the girl will have to use the simple wooden shield but if she shows potential, Amaran would get her a better one. He decided that she should have a simple circular shield, about fifty percent bigger in diameter than girls forearm. It should be light enough for her to wield, but cover enough to give good protection.

So, to get her accustomed to her weapon, they would train together. Sometimes, Iris would try and bash Amaran with her shield or hit him with a mace, but other times she would have to try and block his attacks. He didn’t go all out on the girl, understanding that she was still very weak, he would need to raise her stamina and strength first.

They trained until lunch, when Iris was already moaning from pain, when they took a break to eat something. The girl was almost useless, but her perseverance was admirable. Even with her legs shaking below her and her muscles cramping from such a rigorous work out, she stood and continued training. She did not want to go back out there and die. And she didn’t want to be discarded by Amaran to go back to the other man.

During lunch they had some more monster meat. It was considered a low quality meat, as it was tough and unappetizing, but after fights and training, nobody complained, only hoping to get as much into their stomachs as possible. This day it was some giant crab, the legs being as thick as a human head. Some strong guy must have killed it in the arena.

After they had some food, it was break time for a while. Amaran told the girls to get some rest and then continue training. He told Iris to not just sleep, if she had no energy to fight, she should train her aura and her magic. He actually asked her what is the aura and how it helps her.

“Well, you see, aura is what defines the strength of our magic or the defense of the mage. You can easily move an object or set it on fire, but it is hard to penetrate the aura of another, so it is difficult to lift somebody in the air or break their bones through magic alone. The person’s magical core would retaliate, unleashing the aura to deflect such attack.

However, if person’s aura is stronger than that of his target, he can overpower the aura of another and influence the target directly. This is why curses as well as healing are very complex, unless you have strong enough aura, you need some other way to influence another. Very few mages actually bother to strengthen their aura for this simple reason, it is much easier to not bother affecting the person directly. A massive stone can do more damage than some curse.”

“So, you must be an exceptional mage then, having a visible and powerful aura?”

“Ah, no I don’t.” The girl smiled shyly at the troll man. “Angels are very spiritual beings, our souls and magics are more powerful to begin with. Demons are strong physically, their strength can be tenfold of the normal man. Well, angels have strong auras, which manifest very easily and can overpower others. But I have very little mana and I don’t know many spells. Angels don’t like using magic for harm, so most of us only learn beneficial spells.”

Hearing the explanation, Amaran once again told the girl to train her aura if her legs gave out. Leaving Zyte with instruction to guard the girl and to help her if she needs help, the half-breed went to see his boss. The blue haired girl was unhappy with the request, but she couldn’t deny it, so she just smiled bitterly with a “Yes master”.

Approaching boss, Amaran talked to him about how he could utilize Iris. Boss as well as arena master both disliked magic. They believed that true strength comes from the body, and pansies who throw around spells and teleport should not be called men. He denied any possibly of the girl using magic, no matter how inconsequential.

Amaran then proposed another idea. What if his team would fight against powerful monsters? In other arenas it was common practice to both use magic in fights and to have group fights against big monsters. It would provide more entertainment and allow this arena to fill another niche. It was a popular idea amongst people. Boss thought for a moment and decided to talk about it with his uncle, the arena master.

The monster battles were an entertainment which also was practiced here, but instead of strong and powerful monsters, it was one on one battles or free for all battles against numerous weaker monsters. Wolves, spiders, spinemurks, any other weak monsters would be pitted against slaves. Amaran himself participated in a few such fights, but mostly the strength oriented fighters, like Grum, would fight the monsters.

Leaving the boss, Amaran returned to the girls to continue training. While Zyte and the half troll continued to train, Iris practiced her magic instead. She would concentrate and manifest her aura, making a pink glow spread around. The area of the effect was tiny, but every time Amaran came close, he could feel something inside him resonating, taking in the pink aura.

After a while, Amaran stopped his swings and came over to the cherub.

“Iris, you said you know some spells. Healing was it?”

“Yes, basic healing spell and a Charm spell. But they should’t be useful unless I train my mana and my aura.”

“Well, you said I haven’t got an aura since my core is gone, you can train your spells on me now. Shouldn’t we at least try?”

“Well, ok. I will try a heal spell first.”

The girl looked at the sweaty troll and the bruises and cuts on his skin. He was reckless during training, trying to be funny and show off his finesse, sometimes juggling his swords or doing tricks he never tried before.

Picturing a magical formation in her mind, the girl began pouring her magic, forming the same symbol before her. In front of her hand floated a symbol, a half circle with lines written in. It looked like a magic circle and a glyph put together. Once the spell was complete, Iris sent it towards the troll man.

When the spell was formed, it turned into a glowing pink orb. After the girl sent it forward, it homed in on Amaran and hit him in the chest. He didn’t feel the impact, but the magic in the spell sent waves of refreshment through him. He felt his strength returning and his injuries quickly mending.

“Wow, this is some powerful magic. What is it supposed to do?”

“Aha, no, this is the most basic spell. It is mostly used on pets and other little creatures. It closes small cuts and refreshes the body. But if you don’t have an aura, it seems to have a greater effect on you.”

“Yeah, I feel great. Now, hit me with the other spell. What is it meant to do?”

The girl began forming the other magic formation. Pouring the mana into it, she formed a heart shape with lines in it. While she made the spell, she described it to Amaran.

“This is a rather complex charm spell, but it is the simplest one in the category. It makes me very appealing and makes the opponent want to help me. I haven’t been under the effect of such a spell before so I don’t know the exact effects…”

She finished weaving the spell together and let it go towards the half-breed. When it was finished, it made a puffy heart and flew towards him.

When Amaran was hit, he felt his senses completely overturned. His perception was zoomed in on the one girl before him, dismissing anything else. She was safe, completely fine, so he didn’t need protecting her. Instead, he felt her like she was next to him. He felt her smell, the alluring womanly smell. He felt the softness of her skin, how it looked in the light of the sun. He was completely overwhelmed by the sensations and he was powerless to resist. The love for this one girl was all he could think of.

Within moments, the half troll was standing next to her, one arm around her waist, another on her cheek, their lips interlocked. He kissed her and caressed her soft cheek, gently moving his hand. The girl was shocked, but she somewhat liked the sensation, even though it was so sudden and new to her. She didn’t resist, just closing her eyes and not thinking about it. She didn’t notice how a hand drifted to her behind, squeezing it.

Thankfully for the girl, the spell was rather weak and while it had a massive effect on Amaran, it lasted for only a few seconds.

When the magic ran out, the pink glow in his eyes disappeared and he parted from the girl. He was conscious of what he had done, but he didn’t apologize to her. Instead he smiled at her with a wicked grin.

“Well. If you want to repeat that, I won’t stop you. This was awesome.”

The girl was very flustered. She only just realized how she didn’t resist or tried stopping the man, simply giving in to his actions. She thanked the gods that the troll man didn’t realize it, even if he really did, but chose to not tease the girl about it.

“This spell is great. We could really use it in combat. But it is very short, isn’t it?”

Still blushing, the girl hard a second to catch her breath and reply.

“Ah yes, I will need to train. With time, my casting speed, the mana density and the accuracy of the magic formation should increase.”

“And what are they?”

“Eh, well, the casting speed is how quick I form the spell. Right now it takes quiet a while, but with practice I will get familiar with the spell and with drawing mana to create it, so I could use the spells faster.

Mana density allows me to pack more power into smaller spell, increasing the effects and penetration of the magic. It correlates to the strength of my aura and allows me to overcome the aura of others. The spell would be useless with low mana density, it is a miracle it worked on you at all.

And accuracy of the magic formation is how well I form the spell. The lines of the spell are very blurry right now, the effect is very weak. If I can create thin but precise mana threads when I weave the spell, I can create a very powerful spell with exact effects and duration. Even though mana density affects those things, it is the accuracy of formation that has the greater effect on them.”

“Ok, I get it. Now I want you to train magic. In the morning we will do physical training, and after that, every free second you have I want you to strengthen your spells. Are there any other spells you know?”

“Well, there are some I’ve read about and I know their formulas, but I’ve never been able to cast them.”

“Great. Right now you train your aura. When you can cast the other spells, we will see how they can help us. Actually, is it possible to manifest your aura and cast spells at the same time?”

“In theory yes, but it is somewhat hard. It requires a lot of concentration. But I can try.”

“Great. You do that and cast heal on me, while I do my training. This way we kill many birds with one stone. Aha, I am a genius!”

Amaran than turns to Zyte, who has been doing her training.

“Zyte, why don’t you train magic too?”

“What for? I don’t want to waste any of my mana for nothing. We can’t use it in fights, so what’s the point?”

“Well, we might be able to use it soon. But right now I allowed you to drain people you defeat. You should have plenty of mana soon.”

“I haven’t had a fight yet and I need more training if I want to go against the veterans like you.”

“Oh, you want to defeat me? If you ever fight me and win, I will set you free and let you drain whatever little mana I have. But if I win… Well, I think you know what will happen then?”

The half-breed looked at the blue haired girl with a smirk.

“You bastard. I will never loose to the likes of you. When the time comes, I will end you, you pig.”

“Aha yeah. Sure.”

“Miss Zyte, why do you dislike Amaran so much?”

Cherub girl was confused at the mana fiend’s open hostility towards her master almost as much as his dismissal of the blatant disrespect.

“He is a pig like all men. They don’t deserve to live because all the want is to fuck us and to kill us. They are all the same.”

“Aha, and you are the one to know that, right, Zyte? You’ve been discarded by so many men, right? Iris, don’t listen to her, she just has some bad history with men. She will learn to get over it eventually.”

“Whatever you say. I don’t have intention on following your orders. I don’t have mana for spell casting right now.”

“Hmm. Zyte, what if I let you drain me of the ambient mana my body collects? Or even drain Iris, she has plenty of mana in her, I think she wouldn’t mind to share.”

“You… Are you stupid or what? I could easily kill you like that.”

“Zyte, Zyte. Firstly, I can order you not to kill me. Second, do you know what happens when your master dies? You attacked them many times, but you never actually killed one right?”

Zyte looks at the troll with anger and defiance.

“Let me shed some light at this mystery, when your master dies you don’t get to go free. It would be somewhat logical, if you wanted your slaves to kill you any chance they get. But no, in actuality, the collar which looses the link to its master then paralyzes the slave to let somebody reclaim them. This is done so that slaves will stay slaves. You kill me, both you and Iris fall on the ground until somebody comes here and becomes your master. Unless I personally take off that collar on your neck, you will remain a slave.”

The girl glared at him angrily, not believing his words. If what he said what true, she had no hope of escaping.

“But, what about you? How did you survive three weeks ago, your collar was destroyed, without you being freed by master.”

“Aha well, in case a slave tries to take a collar off, a ward, much like the one we have against magic, will be set off to expend all the mana in the body and to kill the slave. I was very lucky. I mean lucky like nobody ever was. There was so much magic then, that the impulse which was supposed to kill me never came through the massive amount of magic that was happening inside me. Once the collar melted, it was useless, but it should have killed me.”

Amaran said that very cheerfully, but it unnerved both girls how he casually dismissed the fact he was supposed to die. Fighters learn such attitude after a while in the arena, you get used to being a second away from death all the time.

“Now, I may have found a way for us to make more money. For that, magic should be allowed, so if you have any way spells you can practice, I suggest you do that.”

Zyte was both angry and sad at what she heard. She never paid much attention to her masters, always trying to simply kill them and run away, she didn’t know how slavery worked. Hearing what the half troll said, it was devastating to her. Were all her efforts in vain?

She may never had a chance to be set free, not since that bastard captured her and sold her. What is she supposed to do? Give up?

“Listen, I don’t intend to set you free, not while I am here and while I have a use for you. Now, like I told Iris, we fight and get money while I stay here, or you die in the arena, or I sell you. I don’t know if I am a good master or not, but I believe I treat you better than most. If you really hate me so much, I will exchange you for somebody else and forget about you. But right now we are here, together. You have a choice and I really hope you make the right one.”

The half-breed was telling the truth. He was nicer and he didn’t force Zyte to do anything, other than being a maid. Although, it wasn’t too hard for her, it was easier than being forced to do ’anything else’. She hated that.

Perhaps he wasn’t so bad. But she couldn’t let herself trust another man, not after what happened to her. But right now she was in the best place she could be, her master being just a battle maniac, wanting to fight and not much else. He had all he needed and he didn’t need her. Could she do better? Not right now.

“Ok.”

“What was that?”

“Ok, I’ll do it. I will train magic. Let me drain you.”

“Aha, that’s good. I am glad we are on the same page.”

Amaran walked to the girl and stood near her. She looked at him angrily, but then came close and kissed him. This was necessary to drain somebody. She wasn’t going to be gentle, but she didn’t need to be, not having a magic core, she couldn’t do him much harm, although he should be dead already. She locked her lips with his and sucked in the mana he had inside.

Normally, with such force she would make it very painful, enough to make the person keel over and wince in pain. Without a core, it shouldn’t do anything at all. But Amaran flinched in slight pain, all around his body there was a painful sensation of ants crawling underneath the skin.

Zyte was surprised. She was supposed to get very little mana, but what she received was a plentiful amount, about the same a full grown man would give her, if she drained his core whole. She was more surprised when she felt even more mana inside Amaran. She however decided to stay silent and moved away from him.

Amaran felt somewhat weak, so he asked Iris to cast a couple of healing spells on him. After he was enveloped in pink light, he felt better, his pain disappearing and his body feeling once again refreshed and rejuvenated.

None of them knew what was happening. They didn’t know that Amaran was one big magic core, his whole body having tiny crystals inside it, turning him into something different. They didn’t know that the reason he didn’t have an aura was because each crystal was still tiny, but growing every time it absorbed some ambient mana or one of the spells from Iris.

They couldn’t imagine what would happen, once the process gets to the next stage, when his whole body completely assimilates and incorporates the crystals into its structure and he becomes capable of using mana and his aura manifests.

Each of them felt something was off, but nobody said anything and kept silent, doing whatever they were doing.

Until dinner they practiced their arts. Zyte now trained arcane manipulation, the skill mana fiends use, using pure mana not turning it into any element. She could use it to manipulate matter in any way she wanted, limited only by her imagination and skill.

She didn’t waste any mana to cast some spells at somebody else, she just kept all the mana she used, absorbing it afterwards. Being a half mana fiend, she was a bit weird. Humans were average, so being a half-breed, average qualities increased slightly are still average. She had average mana core and average strength, she had average rate of mana gain. This however helped her as mana fiends didn’t have any mana regeneration at all, only forced to consume mana from others to grow. This allowed her to be autonomous, not relying on killing others to get stronger.

However, Zyte was still able to drain others to get stronger rapidly. Her mixed blood improved her mana fiend traits, allowing her greater mastery over mana and improving her growth by absorbing mana from others. She did receive the hunger, the same hunger which made other people despise mana fiends, but it was weaker than that of a pure blood mana fiend. She could consume normal food as well as mana.

This was overall pretty good for Zyte, letting her become a strong mage if she was allowed to train. Thankfully she was allowed to.

After dinner, Amaran decided to let everybody relax, it being Iris’s first day and all. He told her she had free time until evening and that he was going to go wash up, like all other fighters. Iris was confused at first, not knowing what to do, but she ran after the troll man and followed him. She was blushing, her cheeks showing her embarrassment, but for some reason she didn’t want to stay away from the troll man.

It was very hard for her, but she removed her clothing and dived into the pool together with Amaran. It wasn’t sexual, although there were some fighters in other pools who were engaged in such activities. Amaran and Iris both just washed themselves. They stayed at some distance, so when some more people joined them, Iris was somewhat separated from the troll man, with Jaina and Zyte sitting in-between as well as some red orc woman who sat next to Amaran and whispered something to him.

They exchanged some whispers and both smiled, at which point Amaran announced that he was leaving. This made Iris nervous, but she couldn’t speak out or say anything. What would she say? That she wanted to stay with him? That was very unladylike. So, she remained quiet. When Amaran was getting out, he told Zyte to watch out for her, which she once again answered with a bitter smile and a “Yes master”.

Amaran went to bed with the orc woman that night. She was a tough fighter, but she liked having the young men tend to her. Amaran was glad to oblige, making them both have a very good time. They were both sweaty through the evening, only falling asleep slightly after midnight.

Zyte and Iris both went to their room and practiced more magic there. Iris asked if she could cast heal on the blue haired girl, to which she replied with indifference, allowing her. Sadly, her magic had no effect, still being too weak.

Cherub asked the mana fiend to show off her aura, which she did after slight grumbling. She shined with blue light, blue lines materializing around her. It was the mana fiend aura, nothing special, just some lines forming a design at a half a meter distance from her body.

After they practiced some more, the decided to call it a night. Zyte fell asleep with confused feelings, not knowing what to feel about her situation. She may have never actually been anywhere near freedom. If that was true, she might be in the best situation she had ever been, her master being kind and tolerable. But what if he lied to her? She would need to ask around to learn some truth. Her life was very confusing at the moment.

Iris also was slightly confused. She wanted the troll man to stay with her, but she didn’t understand why. She didn’t know what she was feeling, she only knew that he made her feel safe. But she also knew what it was he wanted from her. Was she able to give it to him? She was a noble, even if it was before all this. Would she ever be able to restore her status? Or would she remain a slave forever?

Both the girls fell asleep into nervous slumber, their dreams not giving them any peace of mind. Their state was confusing, not knowing that to expect the next, afraid of whatever was around the corner. It was a tired sleep, not restoring much energy through the night.

Promiscuous half-breed. Chapter 3

The next day Amaran woke up refreshed. He spent a week in coma, so, having spent a night with a woman, he felt that stress left his body and he was rejuvenated.

His master surprised him once he found him. Turns out, the princess decided to grant freedom to both Hamorok and Amaran. She however forbid Amaran from giving away his freedom to somebody else, so he would have to say a free man. Amaran’s master was sad to tell him such news, he was sure that the half-breed would leave the arena, but the half-troll expressed his wish to stay and fight in the meanwhile.

So, now Amaran had no master, but a boss, under whom he will fight. They talked about how much each one would get from winning, as previously only a tiny fraction would go Amaran, so now they would be going fifty-fifty, dividing their winnings evenly. It might seem like a massive drop in earnings for the boss, but Amaran being a free gladiator, he didn’t need to give away any money at all. Their conditions were to keep their arrangement a secret and to treat Amaran as a slave.

Amaran didn’t want to leave and even more, he wanted to stay amongst familiar people. If he were a free fighter, the likelihood of him facing one of his boss’s people would be high, but if he stayed with boss, only special circumstances would make them fight, like say, a royal princess appearing to watch them.

All the slaves under each master were like a private army. They were highly skilled in fighting, having to spend many hours each week in fights for their lives. If your slaves were strong, you had a lot of power. This was the case with boss, as his slaves rarely died in battles.

Normally, gladiators would either fight with the slaves of another man or with monsters. There were also the free folk who could challenge them as well as other challengers, like from the royal family or foreign countries.

Naturally, having strong and skillful slaves, Amaran’s former master rarely incurred any losses, making his ’army’ very strong. In fact, the loss of three excellent fighters put a massive dent into the former master’s reputation, weakening his position in the kingdom. The boss is a wealthy man, but with such changes, his position may crumble under him, which was the king’s true intentions. The man knew it, but he was powerless to prevent it, you can’t go against the will of the king.

So, now it was beneficial for the boss to have at least a single strong slave remain, even if he really wasn’t a slave. Nobody knew it apart from the princess. To fortify the belief, Amaran had a new collar made, with the magic part cut out. He couldn’t use normal ones, as the runes he had burned into his neck would conflict with the ones in normal collars and make them melt. It would be ready within a week, so he would be able to fight then.

Together with Hamorok, they were given thirty gold, instead of twenty, another gift from the princess. Somehow, she was moved by what the half-breed had said, so she turned somewhat generous. Using that money, the two bought a three story house for fifteen gold. It wasn’t anything grand, the noblemen had houses for hundreds of gold. But for them it was good enough. It was scarcely furnished and had no maids, but that could be solved later.

Amaran approached his boss and Jaina, hoping to buy her off of him, but she denied the request. It wasn’t really in her power to prevent the transaction, but hearing her, Amaran complied with her wish. Both of them knew nothing good would come out of them living together and besides, if the girl is ever set free, she would leave. It would put them both in an awkward position, where Amaran would have to decide whether he wants to set her free or to keep her as a slave.

Instead, Amaran bought Tirit. The girl was attached to Hamorok somewhat, even if the half-troll didn’t know it. She would be his maid and would tend to his needs. She herself actually approached Amaran asking him about it, to which he agreed. For her he paid three gold, she was a good fighter after all.

Another girl who was purchased for one gold was an unruly and defiant slave named Zyte, named after parasite. She was a half mana fiend, half human and all bitchy. She despised men and tried killing them with any chance she got. She changed hands over and over again, until the boss bought her. She has plenty of strength, but without feeding on people’s mana, she grows weaker, and having an anti-magic collar, she can’t feed.

Right now she didn’t pose any danger to anybody but herself. So, Amaran felt somewhat bad for her, especially after Jaina told him about the girl. He took pity on her and requested the same collar for her as the one being made for him. This way, if she defeats somebody in the pits, she could drain him.

He wasn’t really aiming at sleeping with the girl, more at having a maid like Tirit. Since Hamorok had one, Amaran wanted a girl for himself as well. Whether she complies with the wishes of her new master or he has to teach her some lessons, it would be up to her. Although, Amaran wasn’t really going to beat her senseless, not unless she screws up big time.

For the moment, Amaran would be living at the arena like before, but in the bigger room, together with Zyte. They would have two separate beds and be treated as slaves under the boss, even if they weren’t. Amaran would be getting fifty percent of spoils for the girl as well if she would win, and rewarding her was up to him.

This would also allow the half-breed to get plenty of contact with ladies, who were around and about. He couldn’t cut them out of his life, not at the moment. Amaran was pretty much the same, even if something inside him changed. He lived for three Fs: Food, Fighting and Fucking.

So, for the first week, the arrangements were made for all of this to happen. By the end, there were some identical slave collars made, which they both had put on. Being your own master is somewhat dumb, but the collar worked just fine, although Amaran could take it off at any moment.

Zyte resisted him, trying to stab him the first time they were together. She thought he would ravage her, but once she failed with her murder attempt, he simply chained her hands and left her like that until the next day. She was too weak at that moment to do anything, so Amaran decided not to treat her too harshly.

The girl despised all men because of her past. Amaran didn’t really care, he only needed her to be a proper maid, so if she won’t do her job, he would have to make her submit.

When the collars were made, Amaran sighed up for the round of fighting. His hands itched, asking for a fight. After he woke up, his senses were heightened as well as his reflexes and instincts. His lust was not the only thing that he had to satiate. He did spend the week with plenty of women, who were all happy to see him. Jaina had joined him on number of occasions as well, but she didn’t get too close to him, knowing full well that it would end bad.

But, Amaran had bloodlust that was calling for him to fight, to shed blood. He wanted to kill. And he was eager to participate in his first fight in almost a month.

First was a free for all match with another seven fighters. They were all from different masters, as well as some prisoners and free folk looking for fame. They didn’t have to die in the pit, it was up to the public, but knowing them, there were rarely any survivors.

Amaran unleashed hell on them. He seemed to be quicker than usual, the normally agile troll moved like a river, snaking around people, gutting them from the sides. The very first men Amaran killed, he was pierced through his right side, as the half-breed slid under the blade, while also retaliating with an attack of his own. It was surprisingly easy, the fights felt slower than usual, letting the half-troll evade attacks easily, while dealing out his punishment with unrivaled swiftness. It was amazing.

The audience loved how the the troll changed. The fight seemed too easy. Well, the change for Amaran wasn’t too vast, his speed of perception changed by about eight percent, more or less, but for a gladiator who specialized in speed, who had superior reflexes, it was a great advantage. Previously, Amaran was one of the swiftest, perhaps now he was the fastest of them all.

After the first man who fell coughing up blood after having a long blade plunge into him, Amaran moved to the next target. He saw close to him was a prisoner girl, with a restraining collar. If it was her first time, she had to fight at least five times more before she was released and judging by her skills, she would be dead after the very first time. Against her was an orc with spines growing all over his body, a half spinemurk. The girl stood no chance, so Amaran decided to help her out. Perhaps, there was something for him later.

He quickly dashed to them, with a first slash of his blade, digging into his thigh. The orc noticed the man charging at him, but was too slow to guard. The girl was startled, seeing this development. She was clearly terrified, her pants were somewhat wet from her pissing herself. It was a usual reaction from people who never seen killing up close who were thrown into the pits. But, seeing another man engaged into the fight with her opponent, her eyes showed hope.

The spiny man turned to face his opponent, swinging his single-edged axe, but he missed his mark. Amaran dove under his arm, his sword still in the thigh of the man, hurrying another sword into the man’s armpit. This was a hard maneuver to do usually, but now it seemed easy. The wound was nonlethal, but if the man persisted, Amaran would have to continue.

With a swift move, he drew his two blades out of the man, hoping that he would fall down and play dead, but the stupid spiny orc just shouted in rage and tried attacking him, half limping. He was far too slow for the half-breed, especially now that he was wounded. The half-troll dodged another strike and came close enough to the man that their noses could touch. The enemy was somewhat startled by the closeness of the other guy, but he didn’t realize that he was dead, not until the two swords that made scissors together detached his head from his body.

A spray of blood painted Amaran’s face red. He laughed at the feeling, having already forgotten it somewhat. The sweet feeling of taking a life, the triumph over another. For a moment he closed his eyes and showed a smile on his blood covered face. While he stayed like that, he could feel presences around him, his instincts telling him he wasn’t in much danger. At that moment, a weak strike to his back awoke him from the sweet daydream.

The girl, seeing how the scary troll so easily decapitated her opponent and then froze, decided to attack him. Having a shabby buckler in her left hand and a dull sword in her right, she came closer, trying to creep quietly, and struck him in the back. Unfortunately she didn’t aim well, nor did she have much strength, so her strike just slightly hit his padded back.

Amaran turned around, smiling at the futile attempt of the girl. His smile was gentle and joyous, but to the girl, it was horrifying. The half-troll showed menacing smile, his face and his tusks covered in fresh blood, it was a picture of pure terror. He came close to her and denying her any resistance, wrapped one hand around her waist and kissed her on the lips. She was too startled to actually react, her mind was blank.

This was one of the unwritten rules amongst the fighters. If you like somebody from the outside, you mark them and defeat them, so others won’t kill them. This could be done with the free folk or challengers, but it would be useless, since they would just walk away after the fight. This was mostly done with prisoners and new slaves, whom you would want to keep alive for later.

With the half of her face covered in blood. It was a sufficient enough mark, so Amaran proceeded with this rule. He released the girl, did a spin in place and landed a hit with a flat part of his sword to her temple. It was more of a light tap, but it was enough to knock her out cold. This was mostly for show, but it serves the practical purpose as well. Now, others who were aware of the rule wouldn’t touch her.

Unknown to the half-breed, a man was watching a girl from the audience, smiling. His smile faded however, once it was obvious that the girl was saved and ’claimed’ by some dirty troll. The man was furious, but he would need to wait until after the battle to get to her.

Leaving the girl on the ground, Amaran looked around. Out of eight people, only two more remained. Three were taken out by the half-troll, others fought amongst themselves. Now, there was a mercenary woman and a slave man fighting each other. The man was familiar, he shared the same living space as the boss’s slaves, so they talked a couple of times. The woman was a prisoner as well, so Amaran didn’t want to kill either. The man was trying to incapacitate her to keep her alive, but she didn’t know that and fought with all she had.

This was another unwritten rule, you won’t kill those who lacked freedom, not without special circumstances. So, he would like to keep both of his remaining opponents alive if possible. Deciding to help the man, he dashed towards the pair.

When we was two meters away from them, he jumped and aimed a kick to the woman’s head. She noticed a disturbance, but was too distracted by her current fight. When a kick knocked her out, she simply fell and rolled on the floor, some blood coming out of the newly made wound. The man had a look of relief on his face and silently thanked Amaran.

The last two were now facing one another. Half-breed’s opponent was a demi-demon, two ram horns sticking out of his head and small tail behind his back. He was strong, but slower than Amaran. He however decided to give people a show and engaged the man in a sword fight.

The opponent was Jarek, his strength allowed to wield him large swords like a simple long sword. It made an interesting combination, waving a big metal blade like it was a simple dagger.

The two were locked in mortal combat, their lives on the line. Amaran attacked swiftly, but sloppily, leaving many openings to be exploited. His enemy was experienced and he understood the intentions. He tried exploiting them, making it look like an even fight. In truth, he had little chance, as Amaran was a far better fighter than he was.

They played the game of back and forth fighting, making it look cool and exciting. When Jarek looked somewhat tired, Amaran decided to finish it. He parried another strike and lightly cut the man’s hand, making him drop his weapon. Then, he did a spinning attack, lightly wounding his chest. The attack was more to push the man down on the ground than to damage him. When the man was downed, the audience cheered and showed their thumbs down. They wanted execution.

Amaran didn’t hesitate, he brought his sword up and then pierced the men in his chest. He however didn’t pierce his heart, or anything important for the matter. It was a non-lethal strike. Such technique was rather advanced, but you learned it after a number of years of fighting. Audience rarely questioned why gladiators who were previously executed would appear in the pits a week later.

Leaving the man to bleed, Amaran raised his swords high up in the air and listened to the triumphant shouts of the people around hum. The crowd loved him and his bloodshed. Even if his armor was light and hero-esque, once he finished fighting he was covered in blood. The announcer, who was narrating the fight spoke about him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, now before you stands Amaran the Sundered. Just three weeks ago he was in a magical accident which made his core shatter so badly, it is now gone completely. What would be impossible to survive for a normal person, it made Amaran stronger than ever. Now, without a core, he fights on forfeiting his dream of using magic, knowing that swords are his only way forward…”

The announcer made up a lot of things to make it more dramatic, but he wasn’t totally wrong. Amaran couldn’t use magic, or at least he believed so. But, he never was going to learn anyway, so it didn’t matter to him. He smiled wide and waved at the people around him. Cleaning his blades, he sheathed them and then walked over to the girl he knocked out previously. He put her on his shoulder and carries her off like his prize, which in truth she was.

The girl had more fights in front of her and without his help, she is unlikely to win. He however had a plan to get her out alive. As he walked out of the pit, cleaners streamed in, knowing how important it is to get people to the infirmary. That was exactly where Amaran was headed too.

When he came there, an old man was sitting at a desk and reading something. Hearing somebody come it, he raised his head slightly.

“How serious?”

“Just a knock out.”

“Go to one’f the free rooms and let’er rest there. I will give’er something later.”

Carrying the girl to an empty room, he sets her on the bed and sits beside her. Right now he needs to talk to the girl to learn about her situation and he hasn’t got anything better to do at the moment. Looking at the unconscious girl, he began to study her closely. She was rather young, only twenty at most and very pleasant looking. She looked human, but Amaran couldn’t sure.

She had a slight aura of nobility around her, her hands not having calluses or cuts and her attire looking pretty expensive, although tattered after spending a night in prison.

Somebody didn’t like her and reported her for a crime, then sent her to the pits as repayment. Right now she was a slave to the arena master and her debt could be bought, which was what Amaran wanted to do. By becoming her master, he would be the one to choose where she would fight and to oversee her training.

It puzzled Amaran, who would do this to such a pretty girl. She had smooth and silky skin. Her face, although it was covered in blood now, was still very alluring. Big eyes, puffy lips, the girl was very cute. She had shiny pink hair which were put together in a ponytail. Amaran liked looking at the girl.

While he sat there, there were many footsteps of people being brought in to the infirmary. At some point, there were loud footsteps on the stone until the came to the door with the girl and barged in. There was a pompous man of barrel shape. He had a beard and a mustache that obscured his mouth, but his eyes showed a clear expression that said ’You are below me’.

With him was a thin girl in glasses, a representative of the arena master. Amaran seen her around, but never really spoke to her.

When the man came in, he looked at the girl and then at the troll.

“You, what are you doing here? Begone filthy slave.”

Amaran looked at the man, slightly amused, and replied with a smirk.

“This filthy slave wishes to buy out the girls debt.”

“Ha? You think you can buy her debt? I am here to take her back.”

“I am afraid, that this kind sir can’t have the girl back, no matter who she is, until her debt is paid. How much does she owe?”

The girl with glasses looked at him and thought about something then replied.

“As of right now, she owes ninety five silvers, which is nineteen more battles. Until the debt is cleared, she can’t leave.”

“So, I am going to buy that debt.”

“What? You dare speak like that? I will buy the debt since I was the one who made her come here. I wanted her to learn a lesson and I am sure she learned it by now.”

“Oh, I am sure she did.” Amaran replied with as much poison as he could. “But I am afraid that laws against forced slavery decree that not you, nor anybody affiliated by you can pay for the girl. So, since I am already here and ready to buy, I am afraid there won’t be enough time for you to find some third party to take possession of the girl.”

“What!? You, lowly filthy slave, going to buy my stepdaughter!? How dare you, I am her father! What is the meaning of this?”

“Sir, I am afraid this man is right. Since you were the one who put the girl in prison, you cannot be the one to buy her debt as it would make her your slave. There is nothing for you to do.”

The man was looking at the two people before him with wide eyes, furious and fuming with anger. He wanted to break the little people in front of him, but seeing how Amaran casually played with his swords, he decided to retreat.

“Fine, do what you will, but if you touch my daughter, I will buy you from your master and torture you until you beg for mercy! Don’t forget me you filth!”

With that, he stormed away. The half-breed just looked at his back with a smile, knowing full well that the noble was full of shit. Needed be, the half-troll could challenge him for a fuel, being free man and all.

“So, would you pay for the debt now or later?”

“Ah, I would do it once the girl would wake up, but it seems she is ready to speak.”

The girl woke up from the loud shouts of her step-father, but remained quiet, hoping nobody would notice.

“Would it be ok if we speak with the girl first?”

“No problem at all. Should I leave or…”

“I think it’s ok if you stay. So, what’s your name?” Amaran turns to the girl who was still pretending to be asleep. Seeing as she has been discovered, she raises up and looks at her company. Seeing the bloody troll, she looks at him with fear but still replies.

“Iris… Iris Delaveur. The daughter of recently deceased Lord Marcius Delaveur and Lady Cassandra Delaveur.”

“Iris, why are you here?”

The girl looked at the two people in front of her, not knowing what to say. Her reason for being here was something embarrassing for sure and she didn’t want to say it.

“Don’t worry, we are not here to judge. I am a gladiator and she is a slave.” Amaran pointed towards the girl with glasses, who showed off her collar.

“Don’t be scared girl, this man may look scary, but he is a sweet little troll. He doesn’t eat children, not during the week at the very least.”

“During the we-e-e-ek?”

“Aha, the girl here is joking, don’t worry. I won’t harm you. Since you are here, you have a debt to be paid, which I want to help you with, but firstly I need to know what happened. If you won’t speak, I can’t help you and next time I may not be there to save you.”

The girl looked at the bloody man with a difficult expression. He saved her, but was he really a good person? He killed the other guy in cold blood. Was it normal amongst gladiators. But what did she have to loose? She decided to open up a little.

“Well, you see, my father died recently, leaving me and mother alone. Mother, not wishing to loose her fortune and noble status, she married the man you saw before, Frederic Viertig. He is a wealthy merchant. For a while everything was ok, until… Until our visit here. Mother was left at home and I came here for ’bonding’, but… But the man wanted something else…”

The girl stutters through her story and clutches her fists to her chest. She was somewhat mortified by whatever happened and Amaran understood what it was. The representative girl tried calming her down.

“Girl, be calm, we understand your story, that man treated you unfairly, but don’t worry, you are safe now. I won’t let you get hurt.”

Iris looked at the girl with a thankful expression but than had turned to the troll with a wary expression.

“I can’t claim to have noble intentions, in fact, I am here precisely in hope of having a young pretty girl all to myself. But you can be sure, I don’t force girls against their will. I guess that’s what happened to you?”

“Uh, yes. That man, he tried bedding me, locking the house up and forcing himself on me. I was scared, so I broke a window and ran away. I was hoping of get onto a carriage and go home, but before that, I was arrested with an accusation of stealing from him. Since we are not really related, I couldn’t prove to be his stepdaughter. So he took everything I had and then threw me into the pits. I think he was hoping I would be killed or very hurt…”

The girl started to cry a little, so the other girl approached her and gave her a hug. She rubbed her back and tried speaking to her in a soothing voice.

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine. We will try and help you.”

“Help me?”

“Iris, I won’t lie to you and say that I am a hero who came here to set you free. I have only few things I want in life and right now you are one of them. Now, today, you are not noble girl, but a slave who has to pay her debt. Your debt will have you fight nineteen more fights like the one you fought today. You remember how hard it was right?”

Through her tears, the girl looks at Amaran and nods.

“Now, there are a few choices for you. You can try to fight on your own and either die or live long enough for that man to buy your debt and make you into his slave. It won’t be immediate, but it will happen soon. Or there is another choice.”

The girl looked at the half-breed, who paused in the middle of his speech.

“What choice?”

“I can buy out your debt. I have ninety five silvers, which I will pay and you will become my slave instead of his. This will however leave you at my mercy. I am not a rich or a good person, I will not set you free like that. However, I can teach you to fight, so that you can fight and pay me back. Besides, what is waiting for you out there?”

“Huh? What?”

“Him. He is waiting for you. You think he will let you simply go home and reunite with mother so you can tell her how despicable he is? No, he will find you and do what he intended to do in the first place, then he will either kill you or lock you up somewhere. would you want that?”

“N-no.”

“So, I ask you. What is your choice? Would you rather wait until eventual death or would you instead stay with me. If even by some chance you survive nineteen more battles and go free, he will still be there. But if you were to be under my protection, he won’t be able to touch you, because he will first have to go through me.”

“But, how can you afford it? Aren’t you a slave?”

“A slave or not, I can have money, which is all I need.”

“And… Would I have to… You know…”

“Aha, well, I can’t deny that I like what I see.” Amaran eyed the girl up and down. She had a gorgeous figure, her bosom full and ready to be picked, like a juicy fruit. She had pink eyes, like her hair and her voice was sweet. “But as I said, I don’t force the girls into liking me. If we get close enough, I won’t hold back, but otherwise I will put my frustrations into your training. A-ha-ha.”

The half-troll openly admitted that he wanted to sleep with the girl and what’s more, he would punish her during training if she didn’t.

“Girl, don’t mind the stupid man, his reputation is good. I heard about him, he is trustworthy, so don’t worry.”

“Um, ok. I think I am ok with this. But… How long will I have to stay a slave?”

“Well, that I cannot say. Out there, there is nothing for you now. Unless I am set free or the threat of your father is gone, you will have to stay close.”

“I see. I guess this is the best option for me now. I thank you for your kind offer and I would like to accept it.”

Jumping out of bed, the girl stands up next to Amaran and slightly bows her head. Without her shoes, she stands slightly lower than a pretty short half-troll. Well, short by human standards, many other races are actually shorter.

“Girl you are very cute and beautiful for a human.”

“Uhm, I am sorry I don’t know your name, but I am not human. I come from the sky kingdom to the northeast. I am a cherub.”

“Eh? Well my name is Amaran, but a cherub? Is that like angel version of a succubus? You don’t seem to have any wings.”

The girl puts her hands together like in a prayer and closes her eyes. After a moment, she shines with a pink glow, behind her back appear two spectral wings and above her head appears a halo with a hollow heart at the front.

“Girl, I am liking you more and more.”

“Thank you sir Amaran. I am in your care.” The girl humbly bows her head.

“Ah, don’t need to call me sir, just Amaran is fine. Shall we go, you seem well enough, you only need a bath now.”

Looking at herself, the girl sees how dirty she is and blushes. She nods silently and follows behind Amaran who begins to talk with the girl with glasses. The two work out the details and when they get to the Amaran’s room, he comes out with the money and hands it to her.

After the other girl leaves, Amaran brings Iris towards another purple skinned girl.

“Jaina, hey.”

“Hey there Amaran. You need something?”

“Yes yes. This is Iris, another addition to our little family. She will stay with me for the foreseeable future, so I would like you to show her the ropes. I would do it myself, but the girl is shy and innocent, I would be a poor guide through baths and changing rooms. Would you kindly?”

The girl shakes her head slightly in disbelief.

“You seem to be picking up every stray cat around here. Fine, I will do it. But you, sir, should go and wash yourself as well. You should go first, while I show the girl around.”

“Very well, I will see you around. Take care.”

“Bye Amaran.”

The half-troll waves his hands at the two girls and goes off to take a bath. It is more like sauna with some small pools and it is not separated into boy-girl baths, but some people who are too shy, they prefer to bath separately, so if somebody requests, for an hour the bath can be free from boys or girls. Eventually everybody get’s used to it, but first times are allowed to have some resemblance of privacy. Besides, the girl will be in enough shock when she will have to choose whom to sleep with, the mana consuming demon or a man.

After the bath, Amaran had some dinner and then walked around. Closer to the evening, the girls came and he led the cherub inside his room.

“Now, we have an important matter to settle.”

“Amaran, you are not going to make her do this now are you? She is still pure an innocent…”

“Jaina, of course not, who do you think I am? A troll? No, the matter is simple, who sleeps where. There are two beds and three of us.”

“Three?”

“Yes Iris, this girl here is Zyte, she is a mana fiend. As you know, she feeds on mana and right now she is unrestrained. She shouldn’t, but she can try to feed on either of us. Now we have to decide where are you sleeping.”

“Uh. I don’t know.”

“I am not going to sleep with Zyte, as her dislike of men makes me a target for her wrath. But you can probably take the risk and be fine with it. Alternatively you can sleep in my bed.” Amaran shows a wide green to the girl.

“Um, I don’t really like those options. I am sorry.”

“Damn it, Amaran, stop teasing the girl, let her get used to this first.. Iris, tonight you sleep in his bed, he will be away. You will have to think about it later, but tonight you are ok.”

With that Jaina drags Amaran away. Iris is left in the room with her blue haired neighbor, who looks at her with indifference.

That night Amaran was rather happy. When he saw the cherub reveal her power, he felt the loving aura, but what’s more he felt himself resonate with it, as if inside him something answered. His whole being felt charged with that love power that cherub gave off and it made him all soft and giddy. He couldn’t wait to share it with Jaina.

The demi-elf also enjoyed the night, gladly spending it with the half-troll. She didn’t understand why he was so happy, she attributed it to him having the first fight in a while, which was a good feeling known to many pit fighters. Neither of them knew that it was Amaran’s crystal body that was resonating to the cherub’s mana, absorbing and growing thanks to the mana. The crystals imbued into the half-breeds flesh were growing slowly, making him stronger. Each time he was exposed to a source of mana and each time he felt a surge of emotions or climax, the power that went through him made him stronger.

The cherub was lying down, thinking about the changes in her life. It seemed unfair, as that man was evil and vile, but now it seemed something good has happened. At first the girl was afraid of the troll man, but when she saw him clean and tidy, his figure seemed to glow. She was mesmerized by him, even if she didn’t know what changed. She didn’t understand her feelings but she seemed to like the man. She went to sleep confused, but somewhat happy as her life was not in total mess like it way a day before.

The other girl in the room also thought of that man, but she despised him. Why would he buy her and make her stay with him? She was laying down, thinking of her plans of escape. Perhaps if she drained him, she could runaway? If her master is dead, she will be free. Playing with such ideas, she slowly fell asleep.

Promiscuous half-breed. Chapter 2.

What happened to the half-breed? Well, nobody in this world could answer the question accurately, but simply said, his magic core was gone. The crystal that most beings in this world have, was no longer within the half-trolls body. This was beyond simple sundering, without a magic core people die. However, the pale green man survived and what’s more, he seemed to be recuperating just fine.

Nobody in this realm knew much about molecular chemistry or biology, the wouldn’t understand if you tried to explain to them how the big crystal in Amaran’s heart turned into tiny, impossible to see with a naked eye particles, which then spread through his bloodstream. During normal sundering, the crystal would simply split once or twice, to be repaired afterwards. You simply increase the surface are of the crystal to allow it to grow faster. Without having an extremely high amount of mana, you can’t make the mana density of the core higher, so growing outward is the only way to increase it’s size.

This is the reason that the monster mages are mostly despised, they go through sundering and suddenly they have more power than they had before. For anybody else, it would take months if not years to achieve the same feat. Days and weeks of continues spell casting, exhausting and recharging your core to make the newly accumulated mana form into crystal structure that is mana core.

Normal mages tried to create similar methods as sundering, but they were rarely successful. Trying to increase the surface area of the core by applying some shocks or concoctions to it, would produce results, but people would die from pain or mana poisoning. Using potions to heal faster or detoxify the person, the person would then go insane from the pain or kill themselves in the process to escape.

It was only fortunate that Amaran was a monster, his physique was unique and allowed him to survive the ordeal. And it is thanks to the two wards that restrained him that his mana core did not break down into energy and poisoned him, instead being pulverized into tiny little particles still able to conduct mana, but not concentrated in one place. Amaran was truly lucky at that point.

So, what happened with his mana core? Well, the best analogy would be to imagine it as a coral. Those things release their spores, which float around until they find a suitable place to settle down and grow. While mana core was not really alive, it still grew when it absorbed mana from the surrounding. With his mana core turned into dust, his own blood became a medium for mana, making him a liquid conduit for magic.

It would be good with any mage who practiced magic, but for Amaran it didn’t prove particularly useful, as he didn’t know any magic and was not around anybody who did. Truthfully, if there were bursts of mana around Amaran at a time, the crystals inside him would grow quickly and turn into tiny shards, which could possibly cut him from the inside. His body could conduct impossibly large quantities of magic, but he would surely be cut up from the inside while doing so.

Instead, his mana core dust absorbed whatever little mana there was. After the fight, the huge amount of mana was almost entirely used up to free him from the ward, so whatever little was leftover, it was an inconsiderable amount. Healers, they used complex magic, but it required little mana to heal his wounds. He only had some internal injuries, which were closed with a few simple spells. So while this jump-started the crystallization process, the result was just tiny little crystals that were too small to hurt him. If anything, they easily passed through most membranes in the body, going inside Amaran’s brain, muscles and even getting to the bones.

With the process starting and the core crystals growing slightly, the began to settle down all around the body. The crystals would bind to some tissue and begin absorbing the energy from the environment. The process was slow due to lack of mana around the half-breed and due to him having a large quantity of core dust in his bloodstream. His core was huge for any normal person.

What did this mean for Amaran? His body now had tiny crystals, that were extremely hard and durable, capable of conducting a lot of mana and flexible enough as to not harm the heart in which core usually resided, these crystals were attaching themselves all around his body and imbuing into his flesh.

This was a unique process. Mages didn’t know a way to pulverize the cores without letting them turn into energy, so they couldn’t repeat it. The best they could do was to split the crystal into chunks, but that would prove dangerous if inserted into the bloodstream.

The process took about a week to settle, when most of the flesh has these crystals spread around it evenly. There were plenty of crystals still left in his bloodstream, but the majority of them had already settled.

A week after the fight with Minas, Amaran regained consciousness. When his mind surfaced from the depths of darkness, he didn’t move much. He simply laid there, taking in his surroundings.

In the past week, not only his insides changed, but his look did also. His skin now seemed to shine slightly, the light reflecting off of it with an alluring glow. His eyes became shiny green, like looking at a husk of a chitinous bug, having a slightly purple hue if looking at the right angle. The transformations made Amaran, who was somewhat attractive with his strong body and above average looks, even more handsome. While before women were repulsed by him looking like a troll, right now his appearance was even more dazzling and would probably make them forget about that fact.

Which was exactly what happened. When Amaran came to, he felt a foreign feeling, a feeling that shouldn’t have been there. Well, not truly foreign, as he felt it many times when he woke up after spending night with a woman. But now, after he slept a week in an infirmary, his body still slightly in pain, being caressed by a gentle hand, it made him question the reality of the situation.

Surely, nobody would take advantage of his unconscious body, making love to him in his condition. How would his ’tool’ even work in his state? While Amaran thought about the very important mysteries of this world, the hand continued to caress his naked chest.

Whoever that had belonged to, she still didn’t notice that the man on the bed had awoken. Amaran decided to first of all study the surrounding to try and understand the situation. He listened to the sounds, took in the air slowly and tried deciphering whatever his senses told him.

Surprisingly, his senses told him many things. Things that they usually missed or stayed quiet about. For some reason, the half-breed felt much more than he ever did. Firstly, he felt the smell of the infirmary, many medical aromas from medicines and smells of blood. Nothing too unfamiliar, but they were sharper and deeper than ever before. It was like he turned into Hamorok.

He however also felt other smells, the smells that accompanied a woman. She had a fruity smell of perfume, something that ladies used to entice the men. There was also smell of her hair, clean and fresh. A fragrance of her skin, a womanly smell that was arousing to men, a smell of naked flesh that had some beads of sweat on it. The arena was a warm place, especially in the infirmary, no wonder she was sweating. But that was not all, by feeling clearly her fast heartbeat and by hearing her shallow and quick breaths, it was obvious she not sweating because of temperature.

In the air, there was a smell of arousal. Amaran was very familiar with that smell, he himself caused it many times and tasted it on his tongue. It was such a delicate fragrance, usually masked by other smells, it was always there when a woman longed for him. To the half-breed, it was obvious where the smell came from, but he wondered why? It was unusual for somebody whom he didn’t know to have such reaction and he was sure he didn’t know the person near him.

The girl set to his right, her head on his stomach, her left hand caressing his muscly chest and her right hand somewhere else. Feeling the vibration of the girls body, Amaran felt her shuddering from time to time, in tune with her short breaths and even quiet moans. Well, we now know the mystery of the girl and the act that she was doing.

Still, why would a girl touch herself over the sight of him? Usually they disliked him. And why didn’t he take advantage of this? The question appeared in his mind and his eyes opened wide. The girl didn’t notice it yet, but the man she was resting on was fully awake and now getting aroused. He didn’t notice it at first, but by studying the girl, his own arousal reached a peak.

With his eyes darting around, he quickly looked at the girl. Her face was turned to him, but covered with her hand somewhat, which was touching his chest. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and making slight sounds. She was feeling pretty good as evident from her drooling over Amaran.

While the girl didn’t notice him, the half-breed studied her. She was wearing a maid uniform, an unusual attire for the pits. Why would a maid be in his room within the infirmary? From her looks, she was a demi-human, more precisely a half nymph. Her appearance spoke of her plant-like origin, her skin having a little waxy look, like that of a lush leaf. Her hair also had the same look and seemed to be thicker than usual and slightly denser. They looked like tiny grass blades or vines, rather than hair. She had an overall green hue to her skin added to the normal human skin color.

The fruity smell was not a perfume, but her own smell! She was a slave, and slaves don’t get such luxuries. But the smell was alluring nonetheless, Amaran thought that the smell was exactly for the purpose of enticing him, involuntarily released due to the girls ’activity’. He wanted to give in actually.

While studying the girl, he felt a shock run through her, as her body shuddered more than before and her breaths becoming deeper, until she stopped moving and relaxed. She stayed like that for a minute, with a smile on her lips. Then she opened her eyes and met Amaran’s gaze.

While looking into the girls dark green eyes, Amaran saw panic, but he didn’t want the girl to escape. Quickly, quicker than ever before he moved, ignoring slight pain his body felt. He sprung up, picking the girl by her waist and lifting her off the chair she sat on, bringing her on top of him. Before she realized what happened, he had already assaulted her lips, sticking his tongue in her mouth and caressed her chest in return.

Her cheeks turned red, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she closed her eyes and gave in to the sweet sensation and to the dream she had for a while now. The good-looking man she was thinking about so much previously, he was the sole target of her fantasies. His unnatural shine and attractive body, they made her overlook his monster origin. Now, she was willing to give in to the man, hoping to feel him inside her.

While Amaran kissed the girl and touched her sizable bosom through the uniform, his erection poked the girl from below. He was used to having sex everyday before, so himself being asleep for a week, the stress accumulated over time. Now he needed release.

He parted with her lips and instead took her right hand, which was still moist, and licked the fingers slowly. He felt the taste of sweet nectar and his arousal only grew. The girl turned even darker shade of red, seeing his bold actions.

Amaran needed it right there and then, he was about to start undressing her, but the sound of the door opening stopped him. The girl, scared, she jumped off the bed and stood beside it. She wildly straightened out her clothes as to make herself presentable and looked at Amaran. He was still half sitting, his erection poking out, only covered by the covers. The girl panics more, seeing this as it was outrageous for her mistress to see such a provocative sight.

“Mistress, wait just a moment. The man has awoken, but he is naked and unprepared to face you.” The girl was moving around, trying to find some clothes. Without seeing anything of a sort, she just tries covering the half-troll’s erection with her hands, which amuses Amaran.

“What are you talking about? It’s not like I haven’t seen naked men before, I have brothers you know.”

“Milady, please don’t make me say it. You are not supposed to know of such things, your innocence should still be intact. Please don’t expose yourself to the crude image of a naked monster!”

This exchange amuses Amaran, his face showing a wide grin. There is no malice in that expression, only pure joy as he is about to get a chance to make love to two girls! That should satisfy him.

“Oh forget it, I want to see him…”

“Forgive me, could you wait a moment? I will get the half-breed ready to see you.”

“Very well.”

The voice of Amaran’s master cooled him down. He didn’t dislike the man, but in this situation his presence was very unwelcome. The man walks through the doorway to discover Amaran sitting on his bed, with a slight smile and a girl with her hands on his crotch.

“Ah, busy I see. Well, your reputation has to come from somewhere?”

At these words the girl closes her face with her hands and looks away. Amaran just looks at his master, waiting. The man walks to a cupboard at the other end of the small room and brings out some clothes. They looked rather cheap, but presentable.

Amaran stands up in all his naked glory and the maid is able to see him now. Unobscured by the the blankets, the sight of the naked men makes her eyes go wide and her cheeks bypass the limits of how red they can become. She gasps for air and tries to calm herself down. She must still be rather innocent, despite of the display earlier.

The half-breed puts on the clothes his master offered to him and stands, ready to talk to the mistress of the maid.

“Thank you master.”

“I am not your master anymore. You are a free man.” The man says these words with some sadness in his voice. “Milady, you can come now, the man is ready to see you.”

After those words a young woman comes in, wearing a beautiful dress and having the look of royalty. She looks amazing, breathtaking even. Amaran shows a wide smile and has a light in his eyes, happy to see such a beauty come to meet him.

“Forgive me for making you wait milady. This lowly slave doesn’t deserve to be in your presence.”

“Stop it, Amaran. I told you, you have no master now, you are free. The young mistress is Princess Floria, daughter of the king. She was the one who attended the fight a week ago.”

“A week ago?”

“Ah yes, you must not know this, but you were asleep for a week. Princess Floria wanted to visit you, it is a nice coincidence that you woke up.”

“Yes, I wanted to see how the winner of the fight was doing. I must say, I was surprised to see the conclusion of the fight, you were the last mans standing. So, I have granted you freedom by the power of the royal family.”

“The last man? What about Grum and Hamorok?”

“Lad, sadly Grum didn’t survive. We had to attend to you and Hamorok first because of your grave injuries. He bled to death and we weren’t able to use magic on him because of the seal. We were able to save Hamorok, but he is crippled now. The healer reattached the lower half of the body, so the most important part is intact, but he won’t be able to fight ever again.” The man had a sad smirk on his face as he said it. He was still a person, even if he lost two of his best slaves, he still thought of them as people.

“Then, what will happen to him? Is he going to be ok?”

“I don’t know now. Right now he is being tended to, but when he gets well enough… I don’t keep the slaves that can’t fight and there isn’t much for him to do out there. He is just a crippled dog now.”

These words made both men frown. Half-breed’s previously happy expression changed to a serious one. Amaran didn’t want for the wolfman to end like that. At best he is going to starve out in the streets, at worst, some sick person will take him in for torture or worse…

Amaran thought for a moment and then turned to the people in front of him.

“I guess now that I am free and I have won the fight, there must be some kind of prize?”

“Yes, it was decided to grant you a sum of twenty gold. My father had to pay a hefty sum for the loss of slaves, but since you are alive, I can give that money to you instead.”

“Don’t. As it is my right, I trade my freedom for the freedom of Hamorok and I give him the prize. It should be enough to buy a small house and get him some aid.” The man looked at the maid beside him, as to make a point of what kind of aid he meant. A person to tend to the man, to feed him and clothe him, that is what the wolfman would need now.

Everybody looked at the half-troll in shock.

“Boy, why would you give away your freedom? You are free and rich now, you can go and do whatever it is you want. Go, find yourself a wife and make bunch of little Amaran Juniors. Be an adventurer or become a guard. The world is open for you.”

“Yes, why would you to this? The other man, he is ruined, his life is over now…”

“Yes! It is over for him, his only passion taken away. Hamorok told me how he loved fighting. I won’t let him die on the streets after what had happened to him. I will take his passion and add it to mine. I will fight for both of us now.” Amaran spoke harshly, not minding that it was a princess he spoke with. His tone was angry, furious at the words the princess had spoken.

“But think about it, you don’t have to give away your freedom and your money. You can purchase Hamorok when you get out. You can get both of you out.”

“Yes, I wanted to take you as my knight, to make you my bodyguard. You would have anything a man would want, money, house, women…”

“But why would I need those things out there when I have them here? Master gives me the place to live, I earn money and I get plenty of women here. Besides, what am I to do out there. I know nothing of that world, born a slave and living a slave. I love fighting and I want to keep on doing it. For both of us…”

Amaran said the last words with a pained expression. He clearly didn’t want to leave Hamorok in the state that he was. It was partially his fault for letting that wolf get cut up. He could have been the one to engage the cat boy, then the wolf man would have been fine. It was an irrational thought, but it still felt right to Amaran.

He moved away from the people, wanting to walk outside. His eyes were moist, so he wanted to be alone, it was unmanly to cry in front of women.

“Hey, where are you going. You can’t discard my offer for some crippled dog! I am a princess…”

“And I don’t care. It is your fault this happened and now I have to bear the weight. Because I let Hamorok fight your champion alone, he is now left broken. You think yourself innocent, fine, but I will give him whatever he deserves.”

The girl was in shock. The half-breed spoke to her in such tone, he accused her of causing this situation. It wasn’t her fault! It was her father who made her come, made her participate in this farce. It was his idea to make her a part of this. It wasn’t her fault…

Amaran left the girl and his master chased after him, trying to make him apologize for speaking in such tone with the princess.

The girl slumped on the bed, tears rolling down her face. Why did she feel like that? She loved half-breeds, she tried treating them well in her castle. While her father supported the slavery, allowing it to happen freely, the girl wanted to free the people who were oppressed. She wanted to abolish such a vile practice, if not for her father, she would be able to…

The words of the half-troll made her shake to her core. Even a week ago she didn’t care about him and his friend, they were meant to die. She didn’t like it, but it was necessary. It was what had to be done. Wasn’t it?

The maid came closer and tried calming the princes, but she was unsuccessful. Floria cried and cried, confused by what she was feeling. At that moment in her mind her hypocrisy revealed itself. She believed herself to be a good person, fair to the slaves and half-breeds, yet she was willing to sacrifice some of them to appease the wish of her father. If she was truly good, she would be fighting against slavery in all its forms. She was a measly hypocrite, even wanting to abandon a slave that got hurt because of her on the streets. She was not a good person.

Like that, the girl cried and cried. She just now faced the reality, the Real reality of the world. She thought herself being good by treating a few slaves fairly, but in the world, there were many things that were bad. She was just a pompous child, thinking herself better than others. Now, simple words of a simple slave spoken freely, they stung her deeply. The princess that had never done any work in her life, she had never truly done anything worthwhile, she understood how little she did in her life. She saw herself for what she was and she vowed to change. She vowed to make herself a better person and to stop others playing with her. She would be a good princess.

She calmed down slowly, with a resolve born out of this weird situation. Few words spoken by somebody that should be unimportant, they uncovered the truth and showed it to her. Now, seeing it, the girl was willing to accept the truth and to change according to it. She would go home and do everything in her power to follow through with this new resolve.

Amaran wasn’t aware of whatever he set in motion. He quickly slipped through the corridors, wishing to stay alone. His decision was final, he wasn’t willing to change it. Hamorok deserved to be free instead of him. The man, he wasn’t even his friend, but he should be free. He felt guilty that he would continue fighting like that man wanted, but he knew it was for the best. Hamorok deserved better than what that princess left him with.

With his dark brooding, he wondered through the dark places of the pits, trying to stay hidden. Men don’t shed tears, that was a known fact. Men don’t get sad, that was an axiom. Amaran hid such an act, like he hid it before. Being a monster, he liked coming into the monster dens, to be amongst his brothers.

The half-breed always thought himself a monster, since his first conscious day. He was told so and he was treated as such. But he really believed it the day when he had to kill the girl he treasured. He saw it in her eyes, it was him or her. He resisted, he stalled, but in the end, he had to drive a blade through her heart. That day he was triumphant, but that day was the first time he came down into the darkness below the arena and wept.

Here, amongst the monsters, near the beasts that killed their brethren for sustenance, he wept, for he was like them. He killed the girl who was dear to him for survival. His heart was open and it closed, ensuring that he wouldn’t be hurt again. Every time since, he came here to keep the heart closed, to hide from the world that he was weak, that his heart ached for those he killed. Now he came here because another life was ruined. Ruined by him, because of him. There was nothing to fix it, but he could at least ease the suffering of the crippled man, while carrying his passion with him.

Amaran stayed within the darkness for a time. He wanted to be amongst monsters like him. His eyes dried, but his heart still ached. He would have to keep on fighting, for all of them who had died. He would be the best. He didn’t know why, he just knew he had to. What was his goal? He had none, only the will to keep going. It would have been more logical to take his freedom and flee, but he couldn’t do that. The struggle of those whom he killed would have been for naught. He didn’t know a way to escape this.

After some hours, Amaran felt another presence nearby. His senses were truly sharper than before, it was easy for him to hear a quiet breath of another person. This one however, he recognized, having heard it plenty of times before.

“Jaina, what are you doing here?”

The girl came forward and approached him.

“I heard what happened. You did a stupid thing.”

“I know. But I can’t leave Hamorok the way he is now. I can’t let him die on the streets. He was the one who let me win after all.”

“I know.”

The two stayed quiet after the short exchange. The girl came close and sat beside the half-troll, taking his hand and leaning against him. Their legs were hanging into a pit below, an empty pit containing only the some bones, devoid on any meat. A monster used to live here before.

Amaran calmed down now, he was now just sitting beside a girl and enjoying the closeness. He wanted to be alone, but now he felt like he wanted company. The girl was just the company he needed. The outburst before stifled his sexual urge, but his desire for companionship grew after he poured out his feelings within the darkness of the monster pits.

The girl knew why the half-breed came here. Everyone had their own place, their little fortress of solitude. She had one as well, although it was different.

“Who was she?” A simple question, somewhat vague, but he understood.

“Kaira.”

“Ah.”

They both knew her. She was there before Amaran came and she was only slightly older. She and Jaina were friends when they met. They spent their training together and they were rather close. It was no miracle that Amaran fell for the girl, she was gorgeous as she was dangerous. Her mastery of a spear was great.

The girl never told Amaran, but she told Jaina, that the first time he had with her was also her first time. The half-breed girl was head over heels over Amaran just like he was for her. They actually took longer than most getting to that final stage. It’s ironic that they had to fight each other that day. If it weren’t her feelings for him, she would have cut him down and would have carried on. He knew that somewhere deep inside, but he denied it, not to make the pain any stronger.

“What about you?”

“Julius.”

A man who died four years ago. He wasn’t killed by Jaina, he was killed by a challenger. His mastery over axes was impressive, he was quick and agile, but his aim was true. ’True Strike’ was his nickname, every hit would reach the target and bring him victory. Until that day…

Amaran knew the man, but they weren’t close, he was a little too arrogant. Perhaps his arrogance was his downfall. Now it didn’t matter. For both of them, their hearts were closed.

The two held onto each other, until Amaran began to move. He turned to the girl who was leaning onto him and took her face in his hands. Bringing it closer, he kissed her deeply, trying to wash away her own tears, which glistened slightly in an almost non existent light. If not for Amaran’s improved senses, he wouldn’t have seen it.

He brushed his thumbs on her cheeks and tried to comfort her. She happily replied to his show of affection, her cheeks turning red, which went almost unnoticed. She intertwined her tongue with his, exchanging saliva between them. Her hands were on the ground, she completely surrendered to the half-troll.

Slowly, his hands began to descend. Firstly they brushed her soft hair, then they went lower, touching her neck and shoulders. The movement was slow, sensual in nature. They weren’t looking for sex, but for companionship, so their exchange was trying to convey their feelings, their longing for one another. There was no Love, not the one with the capital letter, but perhaps there was something similar.

When the hand got down to the girls breasts, Amaran massaged them, taking in the sensation. Truthfully, he felt better than he ever felt. His senses of touch were greater then before, him easily feeling the nipples of the girl before him through the fabric. He could smell her fragrance, even the faintest parts of it. He enjoyed the new sensations, the depth of his perception was growing. It was magnificent.

After a bit, he began undressing the girl. Firstly, he removed the leather corset. The girl liked wearing it normally, as it made her look better. Untying the strings behind her back, the corset dropped on the ground.

Next, Amaran proceeded to take off her shirt, pulling it upwards and making her raise her arms. They separated for just a moment, only to unite in a passionate kiss again. Jaina didn’t lower he hands this time, instead she started undressing the man before her. His clothing was simple, so she quickly pulled his shirt off just like he did with hers. Again, a short separation and reunion of the lips.

They pressed their naked upper bodies against one another, their flesh longing for unity. They barely parted lips, now they hugged one another closely, his hands caressing her back, her little imperfections. She too held him close, as if afraid that he would disappear.

A few minutes passed like that, when Amaran pushed the girl on the ground. His one hand wondering back other breasts, his other holding her back. More minutes of kissing like that, until they both want more. Their hands searching for the laces that hold the pants of their partner, they undid the shackles that cages their bodies. Freeing the lower halves, they came together, ready to continue.

Their union was gentle, slow, methodical. They wanted to enjoy their bodies, the companionship. Amaran felt more depth to the sex than before, the stimulation being much greater than ever. He felt good and he made sure to make her feel good too.

With each touch, with each thrust, he could feel little shaking of her body, whether or not she liked it. Her breath would grow shallower, her body would respond to his touch. He enjoyed this new mastery over the female physique and he used it more and more.

Jaina felt great, Amaran was a great lover, but he never seemed to be this attentive before. He seemed to understand just what she wanted, so she too tried making him feel good. With a conscious effort, she tightened around him, making electricity go up to the top of his head.

This mutual pleasuring went on for tens of minutes, each one trying to outdo the other, until their very first climax. They began to move quickly, their hands holding each other close. With a slight moan, Jaina announced to the world that she reached the peak of the mount Pleasure and gladly plunged into the depth of climax.

Feeling the shudder of his partner, Amaran didn’t hold back, he too reached the same height and surrendered to the feeling. They reached climax together and held one another closer. Both of them with their eyes closed, they didn’t see what was happening, but Amaran, during his moment, he seemed grow slightly brighter in color. He didn’t glow or anything like that, but his skin seemed to become slightly less dark in waves, starting at the top of his head and along his spine and going away from them.

The two stayed together for longer, their sweaty bodies moving in unison, trying to make each other feel the feelings they lost before. The monsters were not heard at all, either being too far or not bothered about the sound of two people pleasuring one another. Only slight rattling of chains or the draft rolling through could be heard in between the moans.

They climaxed a number of times more before they felt too exhausted to go on. Well, it was Jaina who felt exhausted, Amaran felt he could go on even more, but he felt satisfied with his partner asking to stop once she had enough. His appetite was also satiated.

The two dressed each other, their lips still coming together from time to time. They were both dirty, from copulating on a dirty floor, so they would need a bath before sleeping.

They ascended from the dark monster pits holding each other close. They wanted the feeling to last a little longer. It wasn’t love, but something similar, that was what they thought.

When the time came for them to separate to wash before sleeping, they both held their hands, but didn’t let go. For a few moments they stayed awkwardly like that, but then Amaran pulled her close for another kiss. So, they stayed together while bathing. And while going to bed. They night they stayed together.

Promiscuous half-breed. Chapter 1.

Life was never easy for Amaran. Maybe it’s because he was born a slave or made into a gladiator to fight. Perhaps it was his less than appealing appearance or his seemingly wild behaviors. But first and foremost, it was his origin.

Amaran was a rare, almost unique breed of half-troll, half-gnome. This was a rare breed because of mere ridiculousness of the act of breeding between the two species. Gnomes were tiny, reaching barely higher than a human knee, both males and females being smaller than most human children. Trolls however were humongous, massive beings, the smallest of which were rarely smaller than three meters high.

As ridiculous as it the idea of a gnome man touching a troll female may be, the other situation was much worse. The intercouse between a troll male and a gnome female, which would surely be non-consensual, would probably get the poor thing ripped apart.

Regardless of how Amaran came into being, his parents have both been killed, father before his birth and mother during. He was born a slave to a sadistic master who liked playing with his pets. By playing he always meant torture. Thankfully, Amaran inherited the best traits from his parents, his monstrous regeneration was way better than that of the normal wood troll, making all but most horrid scars heal and disappear.

The mixing of blood made each trait become stronger, as if they are warring with one another, enhancing and strengthening to overcome the other blood. Of course it never happened, all the traits persisted and did not go away, but each of them gave Amaran great advantages.

From his troll heritage he got great regeneration, superior agility and higher strength than average human his size. From his gnome parent, Amaran gained ingenuity and intellect as well as a massive magical core inside himself, allowing him to have great potential if he were to train magic. Of course being a slave, he wasn’t allowed to, making the core rather useless, but it was there nonetheless.

As he was, Amaran was slightly below average height, with pale green skin, bright green hair and small tusks coming from his lower jaw. Otherwise he looked like a human, although his arms were a little longer than usual. By taking advantages of his racial traits, Amaron became an excellent gladiator, earning him fame and fortune, although he was still a slave, so all of that came to his master.

His new master, one he gained after being sold, was more merciful and fair. He still gave punishment and whipped those slaves who wronged him, but he allowed them to have proper treatment if they did well. Amaran had big meals three times a day, good training and equipment, spacious living space and even some coins to save for himself. He was never promised freedom, as he was way too valuable, so nothing short of a King’s intervention would save him.

So, he didn’t have any fantasies of freedom and adventure. Amaran was content with spending his time training, perfecting his stances and getting his hands on female fighters.

At first, ladies didn’t like Amaran, his appearance showed his troll heritage, which repulsed most people. Trolls are known to be dumb as bricks, making them less-than-perfect conversation partners and even worse love makers. However, once people got to know Amaran, they would understand that he was smart and willing to learn. While he was illiterate, there were no books to read anyway, but otherwise he was interesting to be around.

His growth was faster than most others’ because of his troll blood, so he was fully grown at the age of six, just a little while before he was sold. At the age of eight he tasted his first girl’s lips, at the age of nine he became a man. With his success in fighting also came his success with ladies.

The female fighters were all strong and great warriors, so nobody less powerful could get them. Thankfully, Amaran was one of the best, making girls willingly submit to him. There never was a shortage of willing participants, so Amaran became as skilled in Love as he was in War.

Truthfully, the half-troll was amongst the top three in the pits. He was agile and quick, but there were two others who were exceptional. A half-lupine, half-elf Hamorok was great at long range fights and evasion. It was impossible to get close to him to land a strike, so he was undefeated for the most part.

The other guy was half-orc, half-ogre Grum. He was a brute, about three and a half meters high, with thick skin and huge muscles. He wasn’t too smart, but his brute strength was enough to easily cleave most others in half. His favorite weapon was a great axe, which could be used to both cut and bash, depending on how you wielded it. Grum would have to switch his axes out every now and then, as they would often break in his hands.

Most of the pit fighters were half-breeds, as the mixing of blood brought out the traits and made them stronger. It was impossible to say which traits would be present, but thanks to Amaran’s luck, he received the best ones, making him one of the most profitable purchases his master made.

Being so successful, he spent most nights in a loving embrace of another. There was some competition amongst the girls, as Amaran was not as furry as Hamorok or as dumb as Grum, but knowing his superiors stamina, Amaron was enough for everybody. If girls felt particularly playful, he would share his bed with several, spending hours tending to each one tenderly. And girls loved him for that.

So, now Amaran was about fourteen, spending roughly half of his life as a gladiator. He didn’t know his true date of birth, so he celebrated his first win in the pits instead, which happened seven years and a month prior to this day.

He was lying in his bed, covered with a soft beast skin blanket, a demi-elf lying naked beside him. Demi-humans are the most common half-breed, having humans breeding with other races. So the demi-elf was half-elf and half-human. This particular one was very beautiful, with long ears and shiny green hair. She looked somewhat similar to Amaran, as one of her parent also came from the woods. She was shorter than usual elves, just the right size for the half-troll.

This one girl was called Jaina. She also had a magic core inside, but it was useless just like for any other slave. So she practiced using bow and arrows, wanting to be as good as Hamorok. Her behavior was very bitchy and catty, so most people prepositioned a ’Va’ in front of her name. She was also very competitive over Amaran’s attention, which he liked a lot. It is truly great when somebody fights over you.

Just last night Jaina had an argument with another girl, Tirit, a half-feline, half-goblin, a tiny thing that was as lusting as she was small. Goblins aren’t known for their size or their self-control, which was only accentuated by the fact that she had feline blood. The only reason she lost the argument was because she had ’those’ days, something that was not coveted outside of the beast races. So, she was sent to approach Hamorok, who gladly decided to take care of her.

Amaran and Jaina spent a good portion of the night in a wild, passion-filled haze, with their bodies interlocked and connected. She enjoyed sex, it was one of the few joys other than food and battle, which were available to slaves. And it was least dangerous and most rewarding, as you didn’t need to care if you went at it for hours, you wouldn’t turn fat or loose a limb. Pregnancy was something that was irrelevant, every slave collar had runed spellwork engraved, making males infertile while wearing them. It wasn’t permanent, and in fact it made the body work more, increasing the potency once the collar would be removed, but for now, Amaran had no risk of becoming a father.

Jaina was very kinky, she didn’t need much foreplay, so their union happened as soon as they both undressed. Throwing the clothes on the floor and throwing themselves on the bed, they wasted no time and joined together in an amazing display of mutual passion. Their bodies were similar yet different, his pale-green skin against her pale-purple, with both of the having green hair and emerald eyes. Their sizes were smaller than average, but exact match to one another.

Their bodies were well toned, no excess fat anywhere and only some scars left by their struggles. Jaina had almost perfect skin, with only few scars on her back. Some people shunned them, making Jaina feel bad, but Amaran coveted such little imperfections. He himself was less than perfect, his tusks would scare off most people, his own flesh had some gruesome scars engraved by his first master. He wasn’t unattractive, he just had features that repulsed most people who knew nothing of him.

With their bodies intertwined, Amaran studied the body of his partner, slowly moving his fingers over the skin, sliding them over the scars on Jaina’s back. First time he did it, she was scared and tried moving away, but he held her close. It was the first time somebody held her after finding those marks, making her pour out her feelings. Now, she got used to that and even enjoyed having Amaran brush his hands over her imperfections. It was one reason in particular why she loved him so much. Well, not Loved, just loved. There is no love in arena, if they ever went against each other, unless the audience would decide to spare the looser, the winner would have to kill the weaker one. And Jaina knew that Amaran was not the one to loose easily.

The two spent plenty of time together, but Amaran didn’t feel any different from what she felt. They just were just partners, lovers making each other feel good while they could. If they were to meet under different circumstances, the feelings would just get in the way. It was a lesson every salve learned at some point. Amaran had shed some tears when he was younger, after he killed the girl he felt love for. Love is those with freedom, those who are not forced to kill for entertainment of nobles. If you have a slave collar on, love is not for you.

So, they shared mutual joy the night before, ending up covered in sweat and bodily fluids. When they ended their passion filled night, they were too tired to do anything, so they just fell asleep. Their exhaustion, both mental and physical claimed them quickly, making them plunge into darkness to sleep amongst their non-existent dreams.

It is like that, both of them naked under some rugs, when an overseer found them. Filirin was a demon, a slave like them, who didn’t have a talent for fighting, but had a talent for controlling, who made his way higher up and was in charge of managing the slaves. He was special, as he was one-horned, a unicorn what people called him secretly. From the middle of his forehead a horn extended, going up and curving backwards just at the end. There were two more smaller horns growing from the base, flowing backwards close to the head, but because it was from the same base, he was still a unicorn.

Swinging the door open, the red demon made noise trying to wake the half-troll up. He banged on the door, banged on the table next to them and then banged on a shield hanging from the wall. When the half-breed finally showed sighs of life, only then the demon stopped his torture.

“Wake up Amaran. You have a match in two hours!”

“Whoa… Screw off Filirin, I am off today, it is Hamorok’s turn to entertain today.”

“Nope, there has been some changes. A royalty type came by, wishing to see a fight. He promised freedom to the winner, but he wants the best fighters to duke it out. So you, Grum and Hamorok are all fighting, as well as some jokester from the royal guy. Whoever wins walks free.”

“Eh? No kidding? You must be kidding right? Master would never allow something like that.”

“He didn’t like it, but what can he do? Royalty are just that, a royal pain in the arse. Get up and get yourself washed, maybe fuck the VJ once more. You know, royalty are not often merciful, I doubt more than one of you will make it through.”

At those words Amaran flinched. The demon was right, the trio is likely to need to kill one another to please the royal-whoever it is. Otherwise he won’t see the freedom that was promised.

“Ok, getting up now. You can leave, Jaina likes privacy.”

With that the unicorn left, leaving the naked green-haired people alone. The girl has woken by now, but only Amaran noticed it.

“So, what do you think?”

“I think I will miss you. Either way you go, I am unlikely to see you again.”

“Right. Wanna go some more?”

“You bet your tusks I do. Being the last lover of slave Amaran would be a good thing. Perhaps some of your luck will rub off on my to cootie.”

“Aye-aye. Ready to sail?”

“Ready.”

With that the two love-rabbits resumed the activity from last night. The thought of the half-troll leaving made the demi-elf more excited and wetter than usual, so their current session was filled with more moans and nails-digging-into-the-back than before.

They separated only an hour later, once demi-elf was all out of energy. Amaran however was as lively as ever, his stamina not at all drained by the exercise, even invigorated somewhat. The thoughts of possibly attaining freedom was alluring and sweet. Such a prospect was too good to pass up.

After Jaina fell asleep once more, the half-troll took a cold shower, scrubbing his skin clean and shiny. After that he prepared his equipment, making sure it is in the best condition possible. His armor was made of leather, providing him with enough protection and allowing him to utilize his ability fully. He had twin blades, each sharpened as much as possible, to ensure that it would cut through muscle and bone if needed.

Once the time was up, Amaran make his way towards the arena entrance, waiting for the announcement. The announcer was an old guy, pretty cool to be around and to talk to. His voice was almost magical, which is why he worked in the same position for thirty years. Now he talked about whoever it was present here, wanting to witness the battle between the best fighters of the pit.

It was the royal princess, Lady Floria, a beautiful and majestic flower of the royal family, who decided to show up out of the blue and throw the master’s plans out of the window. Master never wanted to pit the trio against one another, they each provided plenty of money for the arena. But now he had no choice.

Fighting for the princess was her servant, little known about him. Amaran tried looking from underneath the archway where he was, only seeing a small figure come out of the dark arch to his left. The figure was cloaked, so it was impossible to see whether it was a he or a she, or what weapon the figure used. This amused Amaran, as he liked a little mystery. But from the small size of the figure he deduced that it was a girl.

As the announcer continued talking, across from Amaran a furry man came forth. Hamorok was in his best attire, ready to put on a show. To the right Grum came forth, his massive head showing a wide grin and a massive battle-axe held in each hand. He was giant, making everybody else seem tiny.

As announcer called out for him, Amaran walked out of the darkness, revealing his form to the audience. There were cheers and shouts of encouragement, as Amaran was one of the favorites. His appearance was the most human of all, only small tusks showing him to be a monster. Many girls wished to be swept away by a monster to some wild place and be forcefully taken by those strong green arms… Of course those were just fantasies of some women, as their own men were all home-stuck and lazy fatmen.

While the announcer was talking on, Hamorok and Amaran nodded to one another. They often trained together, as their agility types supplemented one another. They knew that it would be difficult for Hamorok to kill Grum, as his arrows would get stuck in his skin and do no damage. It would be battle of attrition, which the wolf man would loose. So it would Amaran who would take on the brute, while the bowman would provide some support and take on the hooded figure. After that it would be a great show, where they all come close to death and collapse on the floor together. Lupine regeneration was pretty great, so if his vital organs were intact, he would survive. And nothing short of cutting his head off would kill Amaran, as it was proven many times.

Everybody eyed the half-troll. He looked somewhat attractive, with his pale green skin covered in light-brown armor. He seemed to glow somewhat, his attire much brighter and livelier than grim attire of other fighters. He tried to look like a hero type, wanting to inspire people and to show his goodwill.

The royal princess looked at the new half-breed and smiled somewhat. Her smile was not cruel and evil, it was normal smile of somebody intrigued. People talked about the great fighter Amaran, a half-gnome, half-troll. He was unique, as no other such hybrid has been discovered yet. As much as princess Floria didn’t want to attend to such a place, she decided to enjoy the view after being forced to come by her father. Maybe laying with a slave like that one green-skin would teach that old fart how to use princess for his games… Those were only fleeting thoughts, as the princess would never actually give her virtue to a dumb troll slave. But the prospect of pissing off her father still seemed sweet.

When the announcer gave the signal to begin, the two allies sprung into action. Hamorok sent a number of arrows at the big brute, attempting to blind him. The first arrow did in fact reach the eye, but others just got stuck or bounced off the skin, leaving no harm. For a moment, that would be all Hamorok could do against the brute, so instead he turned to a cloaked figure.

Deciding not to pay much attention to the other two, Amaran rushed forward towards the red-skinned giant, who was struggling with an arrow in his eye socket. It was a great distraction, as Grum did not see the small man charge at him, his left being a massive blind spot. As much as he was a great warrior, he lacked brains and could do little thinking while being blinded by pain and rage.

Amaran didn’t let the chance pass by and quickly slashed at the tendons in the brute’s legs, making him drop to the ground. The skin was think and muscles were tough, but Amaran trained a lot and his swords were just sharp enough for the task at hand. Before the brute plummeted to the ground, Amaran began his relentless assault, slashing and cutting at the giant.

When he fell, Grum was confused as to why his legs gave out. He got used to being an impenetrable wall of flesh, so he didn’t get much thinking done usually, only relying on his strength. As he noticed a blur moving around, he could do nothing more than to flail his arms around, trying to hit the pest. New lacerations opened up in his skin and his axes found no resistance as they swung about. He couldn’t hit the pesky blur.

The showing of intellect from the green-skin intrigued the princess somewhat. Immobilizing the brute allowed the twin blades to do great damage while staying relatively safe. If the brute could move about and face the opponent, there would be much difficulty fighting, but now he just plopped on the ground, waiting to die. There was nothing to be done, the red-skinned giant slowly bled, painting his bright red skin darker and darker. If no vital organs are hit, then the man would bleed to death. Not even his superior regeneration, which is common amongst monster races, would be able to cope with this many cuts. Truly, brains over brawn. And a bit of luck in there as well.

At some point Amaran stopped. He knew that Gurm had little chance to survive. He made quick work of the giant thanks to Hamorok. If he finished the fight quickly, perhaps there would be a chance of save the brute. Thinking that he turned around to help the wolf man, only to find him cut in half and twitching on the dirty floor of the arena, his limbs missing completely.

The audience were captivated. As much as it was amazing to see the smaller green man cut up the bigger red man, seeing as the hooded figure suddenly charge at the bowman, ignoring his arrows and then proceed to dismember him was awe inspiring. He showed great speed and left no chance for him.

Seeing how dire the situation is, Amaran charged. He didn’t want the wolf man to die, not by somebody else’s hand. If he won now, than wolf man could still survive.

His opponent was a small girl… No, a small boy. He looked like a cat with pointy wolf-ears. Amaran knew this breed well, Tirit looked like that. Before him stood a feline-gremlin hybrid. They were quick and agile, no wonder Hamorok got cut down so easily. He couldn’t escape fast enough.

So, the first half of the fight was done, if he didn’t win now, nobody would be granted freedom. It was a quick start to the fight and the two opponents were dispatched quickly.

“Minas, don’t kill him, I want him freed.”

The princess shouted at the small feline. He only smirked in response, he didn’t seem to be willing to follow her orders.

As Amaran came close, they clashed together in the dance of claw and steel. The cat-boy used one short sword in one hand and claws on the other. The shallow cuts that were left on Amaran’s body didn’t bother him, he just fought on, knowing they would heal. Their skills were relatively equal, their styles both relied on quick strikes and dashes. Perhaps the cat-boy was faster, but the green-skinned man had greater healing power, making wounds close insanely fast if they were mere scratches, making most attacks irrelevant.

Lacking in strength, Minas lacked the capability to wound his opponent severely. He could only draw out the battle, hoping for his opponent to make a mistake and expose a weak spot. Amaran knew it as well and he too looked for a weak spot to exploit.

The deciding factor was the experience in fighting. While Minas seemed like an excellent warrior, he didn’t spend half of his life fighting almost everyday and adhering to many other styles. He didn’t perfect his body to fit his style and his weapons and he didn’t learn the art of battle deception as well as Amaran did.

So, Amaran used a feint. It was a tiny distraction, impossible to see by an untrained eye, but Minas was trained well enough to notice. Amaran miss-stepped, as if he got tripped over something and tried to balance himself immediately. It produced a tiny wavering in his stance, a small moment to exploit, which Minas did without hesitation. He quickly swung his sword, hoping to pierce the half-troll.

That was exactly what the half-troll needed. He righted himself immediately, moved himself so the blade would miss any vital organs and allowed the sword to enter his body. Such wound would be inconsequential, so he just let it happen. With the feline warrior now loosing his weapon, Amaran quickly slashed at him, wounding him.

Knowing that princess wanted himself alive, Amaran didn’t intend to kill his opponent, but he wouldn’t let him get off so easily for defeating his frenemy. He swung again and again, wanting to wound the small critter.

As he was about to land another hit, a massive surge of lighting came forth from the cat-boy, hitting Amaran’s blade and conducting the lightning towards him. The electricity ravaged his muscles, making him spasm. His muscles contracted, making him fall on the ground, powerless.

The face of the cat-boy distorts into a wicked grin. He isn’t used to loosing, and he is not going to loose now, even if it means breaking some rules. Using magic in the arena was forbidden, unless stated otherwise which what everyone was shouting about just now. The announcer, the arena owner, Amaran’s master and even princess were furious. But the little bastard didn’t care.

Amaran began regaining his senses, but most damage wasn’t done by lightning, but by Amaran himself. The display of magic made his own magic core retaliate, making magic in his body fluctuate. If not for his collar and anti-magic ward, such pathetic show of magic would barely touch the half-troll, but with the runes in place to stop it, his own magical power was used to subjugate itself and Amaran. It was the battle without winner, Amaran’s magic was forced to fight itself, locking in the unending cycle, only getting fueled by the magic attacks from the pussy beside him.

There was havoc inside Amaran. The runes made his own magic hurt him, but the attacks from Minas, made his magic try to retaliate. The small furry critter didn’t understand what he was doing, he only saw a slave writhing in pain. Truthfully, none of his attacks bore any real damage, the fire and lightning would be healed, the ice spikes and earth bullets would be ejected and wounds closed. It was Amaran’s own magic that made him scream in pain.

Enjoying the pathetic display before him, Minas decided to toy some more before breaking the slave. He used pure mana to lift the body up and to try and tear limb from limb. He couldn’t do it even if he tried his best, the reaction was produced by Amaran again, not my Minas. And the agonizing screams also came from Amaran’s own mana.

The magic inside him pushed against the ward violently, making the collar heat up and the few runes glow bright. As they came in contact with his skin, they left those runes as marks on his skin, further increasing the effect of the ward. Now two engravings were fighting him.

With the wild magical torrent growing inside Amaran, he began loosing consciousness, drifting in and out because of pure agony he felt. Minas enjoyed the few, because he believed it was his effort that produced such pain.

As this went on, the guards attempted to approached the two locked in magical duel, but they were repulsed by magic. Nothing could be done, magicians were not kept around as no magic was allowed to be used here. The nearest magician would take at least fifteen minutes to get here.

As the two were locked in the duel of wills, Amaran’s magic core began to crack. The crystal that controlled and collected mana within his body was fighting itself, locked right in the middle of the three forces, Minas’ magic attack, Amaran’s retaliation and ward’s backlash.

As seconds and then minutes went on, Amaran screamed and screamed as his centre was torn apart. The core cracked, the pieces separated from it, but they stayed together, locked in place by opposing forces. More and more stress was applied to the core, as inner magic fluctuated faster and more violently. Soon, Minas felt something was wrong, but he dismissed the matter.

The core pieces inside Amaran were being pulverized, turning into fine dust. It still held the shape of the core, but it wouldn’t last for long. The process similar to this was called Sundering amongst monster races and was often performed to increase the magic potential of shamans and druids. Normal races were too weak to survive it.

The advantage of monster races was their great regeneration, which allowed those races to survive if their core was damaged. Making cracks and splitting the core apart would force the body to repair it and make it grow slightly. This process could be initiated through rituals or through use of exceptionally strong spells. This fact was why most mages disliked monster mages. They could use a spell way more powerful and impossible to control than their civilized counter parts, survive after that and grow stronger. Such wild mages were often called primal mages and were feared, until they were exterminated long ago. This is one of the reasons, slaves were not allowed to use magic, except for a few exceptions.

The process Amaran went though was much finer. His core didn’t just crack, it got destroyed completely, turning into fine powder. It wasn’t a miracle it still conducted mana, it wasn’t anything special, using core dust with metal alloys allowed men to create magical staves and wands, any little piece of core was great mana conductor. But having his core in such a broken down state allowed magic to grow wild and increase in power exponentially. If it wasn’t for the second Ward engraving, the power would have already poured out and destroyed the first.

At some point the magical power reached the limits that the two wards could control. The metal collar suddenly burst open, unable to subside the vast magic and it poured out quickly. Most of that power flowed towards the closest conductor of magic, towards Minas. He didn’t understand what happened, he just felt a massive spike in magic and then a massive magical backlash went through his body. He didn’t expect the troll to be able to use magic, so he didn’t care about possibility of backlash, which brought him his demise. The massive magic that accumulated flowed towards his core and being unable to contain in such a small space, it flowed towards the rest of his body.

Mana is known to give life. Pour it into a plant, it would grow bigger and stronger, use it to enhance muscle and you get more power. But it is only good in moderation. The magic power that Minas received was immense. His own core was tiny, as small as a blueberry, but it still proved to be enough to utilize magic. Amaran’s magic core filled his heart almost entirely, and it was bigger than a normal human’s. The difference was just too big in both the potential and capacity.

The raw mana flowed through Minas’ body and then it disintegrated, like a leaf smoldering away. His appendages just turned dark and then from edges they faded away, with a small blue line flowing from outside towards the centre. It wasn’t fire that burned him, it was pure mana. With just that, he turned completely dark, with his ashes scattering in the wind.

Amaran’s mana, seeing no other conductors nearby than flowed towards a different entity, towards the inhibitor. The first one was destroyed, blown away, but the one on the skin was a different matter.

Branding a slave with runes was a forbidden practice, as it effectively changing his being. The runes were derived from primal forces themselves, their images and sounds carried massive power and were forbidden to practice without proper caution and supervision. Changing engraving made into ones’ body was nearly impossible. You could cut it, brand something on top, pour massive mana into it, but everything would be useless. Only few cases where successful rebranding was done were known, and nobody knew how.

So, getting rid of the branding on Amaran’s skin was impossible in conventional ways. Well, there were no conventional ways. So, the magical power within the green-skinned man turned towards his genetic memory, towards the times when his race used primal tongue many millennia ago. There was a single word, a rune that could help.

Currently, three words were on his skin: ’magical’ ’power’ ’limit’. Concentrating, mana then engraved another word, a short and almost meaningless when used in engraving or spell casting, but essential in this situation. A small rune word appeared in front of the other three, rendering the inhibitor null and void.

With that, the struggle within Amaran subsided, the magical fluctuations ended and the remainder of his core was allowed to flow freely through his bloodstream. Normal races would die from such thing happening, but Amaran’s superiors regeneration as well as the immediate healing from the Mage who finally made an appearance saved him. Having his magical core no longer present, healing him became a cakewalk. The mage quickly mended his wounds and continued pouring mana inside, hoping to save him.

Princess Floria immediately called for best royal magicians, healers, clerics and anybody who could do healing. She wanted to make sure the green-skinned man survives, she promised freedom and it can’t be granted to a dead man. Her action as well as continuous pouring of mana ultimately saved his life.

Princess Floria had to part with a considerable sum of money, which was her father’s initial plan all along. What wasn’t planned was for the one of the most promising warriors in his private army to die. This would surely leave a dent on his reputation. But princess was glad. She disliked her father and even more she hated that damn pussy, whose insubordination and violation of the direct order cost him his life. She was glad that her father would get angry and shout, but this time he had nobody else to blame. Even the green-skin was innocent, as it was Minas’ own mana that produced the backlash that killed him.

As princess pondered on that, she saw to it that the now-freed warrior was tended to with upmost care and respect. Royal promise cannot be broken. She was glad with the outcome, because the three top man of the pits were supposed to die and Minas to survive. The new outcome was promising to be very interesting.

While the half-troll was carried away, his neck had an engraving with four runes. A new rune had little meaning, it only meant ’negative’. It was a simple rune, most people never really bothered to learn such rune, but it saved Amaran’s life. In the conventional tongue, the new rune simply meant ’No’.