4. Kren

My cell door slid shut behind us.

I was alone with her once more.

Instead of the sheer dress, she wore a regular pair of jeans and a T-shirt with a flower on the front.

She couldn't have looked more beautiful.

I sensed she felt a lot more comfortable this time around and immediately washed her hands in the bathroom.

"How about you take a shower while I cook us something to eat?" Ivy said. "You must be exhausted after the fight."

"It didn't last long."

I'd seen the monster coming and wasted no time in shutting him down.

I was in no mood to waste time when I could be with Ivy.

"But it's a good idea."

I wanted to take her in my arms, kiss her, and thank her for being so kind.

But it felt a little awkward.

"I'll, uh, leave you to it," I said.

I moved into the bathroom and left the door open slightly so I could hear her clanging around in the kitchenette for the pots and pants.

Being the champ came with certain privileges.

I had the largest cell in the block and it came with a king-size double bed and a wardrobe of clothes.

I was offered first refusal on any objects brought into the prison to decorate my room with. I didn't take advantage of most of it.

I could also use the workout room exclusively for one hour a day or share it with others. I tended to work out at night while most of the others were asleep.

I got undressed and turned on the shower.

I let the water wash over me, soothing me the way it always did.

This was my biggest treat. Hot running water every day.

I sometimes took three or four showers a day.

It reminded me of a memory I had of a waterfall cascading over my face and beating against my skin. It wasn't as cold as I expected, but cool.

I had only a handful of memories of the world I originally came from. I was just too young when I was brought to this prison.

There was one thing I couldn't feel at ease with yet and that was the knowledge that Ivy was in the next room.

I wanted to do nasty things to her… but couldn't.

Not if she didn't want to.

And why would someone so beautiful as her want a big thug like me?

I was fooling myself.

Even if I could claim her as my prize, she would never be with me if she had a choice.

I should go outside and tell her she could leave.

She didn't want to be with me.

She would be better off out there…

With someone else?

I ground my teeth.

No. Not with someone else.

That would be the worst outcome I could imagine and I wouldn't allow it while I had any say in the matter.

I took myself in hand and felt that familiar throbbing ache she always gave me.

I pictured Ivy's smooth skin and imagined her in the kitchen, cooking my meal, and serving me.

Serving me…

I would wrap my arms around her, tight and close, and press my hard cock against her ass so she could feel it.

Then I would pull her pants down and rub myself against her, getting her warmed up and wet for me.

Then I would turn her face toward me and kiss her full on the lips.

She would respond with that fire I saw the first day we met and, with her eyes on mine, I would enter her.

I'd catch her gasp on my lips and she would groan deliciously as she took my full length.

I would reach under the T-shirt she wore to hide—but which failed abysmally—her delicious breasts.

I would slip my hand under the fabric of her bra.

No.

She wouldn't be wearing a bra.

She would be loose and I would cup her in my hand and—

Something touched me on the ass in the shower.

I bolted back and slammed against the wall in shock.

I spun around and assumed a fighting stance.

Someone must have slipped inside my room.

To get to me, they had to pass through the kitchen.

Was Ivy hurt?

It wasn't the first time one of the other fighters had gotten it into his head to attack me while I was resting in my room.

They found out they were matched against me for the next fight. They would be nervous because they knew they couldn't beat me.

So, they took matters into their own hands and gained access to my room—not easy to do with the enhanced security features I'd had installed—but where there was a will, there was a way.

I snapped out with my arm and found the creature's throat.

I wrapped my hand around it and leaned forward through the shower's cascading waterfall.

I peered into the eyes of my attacker…

It was Ivy.

Shocked, it took a moment for me to release my grip.

Ivy's feet fell to the floor. She didn't lose her legs but rubbed her neck.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I thought you were someone else. I thought you were going to attack me."

Ivy tried to speak but her voice was a croak.

She sucked in oxygen, and after a moment, she could breathe normally.

"Remind me never to creep up on you again."

She wore a wary smile.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," I said. "You took me by surprise."

Because I'd been deep in my fantasy about you.

I turned away from her.

"You should leave. Your clothes will get soaked—"

It was only then I noticed she wasn't wearing any clothes.

"You've got a very firm grip," she said. "I wonder if it's as firm as mine."

Her arm moved so fast, I barely noticed before her hand snapped around my still-bulging cock.

It was the shock more than the sudden smack on the sensitive skin of my dick that made me blink.

"Ivy?" I said incredulously.

"The one and only."

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

She moved her hand along my shaft, gently pumping me as I was doing just a moment ago.

"You don't have to do this," I said.

Shut up, you fool!a little voice in the back of my head said through a loudspeaker.

"I want to," Ivy said.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.

The explosion was electric.

The burst occurred in the golden light in the center of my chest. It pulsed in time with my heart as she tickled my lips with hers.

Then she flicked my lips with her tongue and her hand kept on sliding along my girth, the water from the shower still running and cascading over the both of us.

She lowered her eyes to my chest and pressed her feminine hand to my muscles.

She ran a finger along their outline, down my chest and abs. Then she looked at me and said:

"Now, what was a big strong neb like you thinking about while you were in here on your own?"

I gulped.

"You. I was thinking about you."

She pumped me harder and used her second hand to reach down and tickle my balls.

"Did I do this in your little dream?"

I nodded my head.

"How about this?" she said, winding her finger around my tip and then raising it to her mouth.

She licked me off her fingertips.

Where did this girl come from?

I couldn't believe this was really happening.

Had I become trapped in my mind with the same fantasy playing over and over again?

Had I taken too many blows to the head and were they now taking their toll on my sanity?

"No," I said. "You didn't do that."

"Then how about this?"

She dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth.

I groaned as she smacked the head of my cock against her tongue.

She sucked and slurped on it.

Then she looked at me with those big beautiful eyes.

She took me into her throat as deep as she could.

She couldn't take it all but she tried.

I would have to update my fantasy next time.

She pulled her head back and made popping noises as she came off my cock, then went back down on it and did it over and over again.

Shivers wracked my entire body.

She licked my full length from balls to head, and then lowered her mouth to my balls and sucked on them, jerking me off at the same time.

The best thing: it was her doing it to me.

She began to rise but I didn't want the sensation to end.

I placed my hands on her head and led her gently back to my balls.

She jerked me off faster and harder.

When I took my hands away, she kept at it.

My balls had never been so grateful.

My breathing became heavy and I couldn't hold back any longer.

She must have sensed my cock stiffening and my balls growing tighter.

"I'm going to come," I said.

I expected her to let go, for her to let me finish myself off.

Instead, she kept her hand moving.

I grunted as she took me over the edge and I spurted.

I shut my eyes and groaned as she emptied me of every drop.

I hadn't cared where my come went but she did.

She guided me over her breasts and it was still there when I opened my eyes.

She smiled up at me with a mischievous look in her eye.

"Did I do good?"

"You did very, very good."

I helped her to her feet and kissed her on the lips.

It was full and passionate and hungry.

I wanted more.

I guided her into the water so she could wash herself off.

I looked upon this sexy little minx and wondered what I'd gotten myself into.

I rubbed her breasts the way I had in my fantasies and she offered no resistance.

I slipped my hand down to her opening and rubbed her there too.

She placed a hand on my arm and kissed me on the lips.

"Later. We've got plenty of time."

Not long enough for my liking, I thought. Not long enough.

I finished dryingmyself off with a ragged towel and paused. My nostrils flared at the smell of Ivy's cooking.

A blowjob and a hot meal. What more could a guy ask for?

I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped into my cell.

Ivy stood at the stove, stirring a pot.

She'd put on one of my T-shirts. It was far too big for her and reached the middle of her thighs.

I couldn't stop staring at her bare legs.

In an instant, I was hard as a rock.

"What did you make?"

I'd never heard of a Prize cooking a meal before.

Usually, they only performed… different actions.

I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her and felt her naked body underneath.

I sniffed the base of her neck. Damn, did she smell good.

I loved that I could embrace her the way I wanted and there was no longer a feeling of awkwardness between us.

"It's nothing much," Ivy said.

"I didn't know I had enough ingredients for a meal."

"Barely. But I made do. Do you have a bigger spoon than this?"

"Sure, I have one."

I tugged my towel off and let it fall to the floor. I placed my cock against her ass and ground against her.

Ivy groaned breathily as I reached up and pinched her nipples in both my hands.

My cock slid between her legs, but not yet inside her.

I just wanted her to feel me.

"Get… Get dressed," she said. "The meal… will be done in a minute."

I reached in through the hole in the top of my T-shirt she wore and grasped a handful of her breast.

I turned her face to me and kissed her with plenty of tongue. She reciprocated.

She wiggled her hips side to side, grinding against me.

"The meal will get cold," Ivy said, her eyes shut and enjoying the sensation.

"Let it."

I lifted her T-shirt to expose her ass and placed my cock against her opening, already slick for me.

Then she turned to me and admonished me with a wagging finger.

"Dinner first."

"And then dessert?"

Her eyes glinted.

"As much as you can handle."

I kissed her once more and parted.

My head swam with lust as I crossed to my wardrobe and put some clothes on.

I dropped my towel in the laundry basket.

"Would you like something to drink? I only have water."

I wished I had a drinks cabinet or something else to offer her besides water.

"Sounds great," she said, switching off the stove and bringing the saucepan over to two empty bowls on the dining table.

She poured a little into one bowl and the rest into the bigger one. It was a stew and consisted of mixed vegetables and whatever meat I had in the refrigerator.

"I hope you don't mind me wearing some of your clothes," she said.

Was she kidding? She was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"It's fine."

She added a plate with a hunk of bread on it and placed it between us.

We took a seat on either side of the table.

That throbbing golden light I felt deep inside me was gyrating a rhythmic dance now.

Suddenly, the cell didn't feel like a cell anymore. It felt like… a home?

I recalled the handful of memories I had from when I was young.

One was a small room filled with toys and a green garden outside.

Now that I was there with Ivy in my presence, I recalled that same warm feeling I did right now.

This was what a home looked like.

A nice meal, a beautiful girl… and the desire to tear her clothes from her body and consume her…

She watched me nervously as I reached for the bread. It was rock hard but softened when I dipped it in the soup.

It could have tasted like sludge and it still would have been the most delicious meal I ever had.

"How is it?" she said.

"Really good."

"Good."

We slurped on our food and watched each other while we emptied our bowls.

"What's it like to fight in the pit?" Ivy said. "I've seen the fights on the screens but it must be a different experience when you're actually there."

"It depends on who I'm fighting. If it's a bad guy who I know deserves a pounding, I let him have it. I don't feel guilty at all. But when it's someone I know is there even though he's innocent… It's a little more difficult."

"I heard some rumors that you're innocent. You're not here because you committed a crime."

I was surprised anyone talked about me. Especially when it was accurate.

"Where did you hear that?"

"The other girls. They talk. They talk a lot. A rumor gets started and it goes around and around and by the time they've heard their own rumor, they start to believe it's true."

"I guess some of the rumors might be true," I said, chewing on a chunk of meat.

"Is that one true?"

I lowered my eyes. Some things were hard to talk about.

Ivy placed a hand on my arm.

"I didn't mean to pry. Ignore I said anything."

"You're not prying. I just… never spoke to anyone about that before. The rumor you heard is true."

"Then why don't you leave? If I had the choice, I'd be out of here faster than you can say ‘vanished.'"

I lifted my bowl and downed the last of the soup.

I wiped a hand across my mouth.

"That was delicious. Thank you."

She offered a warm smile.

"You're welcome."

She stood up and began to collect the bowls.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"I need to wash up."

I snapped out, my hand finding her arm faster than a blink.

"I'll do it."

She grimaced at my touch.

When I removed my hand, I saw the red marks I'd made on her skin.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you… I need to watch myself around you. You're more delicate than I'm used to."

"It's okay."

"No," I said, raising her chin to look at me. "It's not. I promise I'll never hurt you again."

The fire in her eyes ignited another in mine.

I wanted her. Now.

She surprised me when she took me by the hand and led me toward the bed.

"There's one place you can hurt me as much as you want, and it won't be painful, it will feel good."

She took her T-shirt off and let it slide to the floor.

Then she reached for my clothes and took them off one item at a time.

My T-shirt.

My pants.

My underwear.

I was already hard and ready for her.

Was she ready for me?

"In bed, you can hit me as hard as you want with this," Ivy said, reaching down and tickling my cock.

It stiffened immediately.

"Give me everything you've got," she said. "I can take it."

I pressed my lips to her pert nipples and pinched them between my fingers.

Then I reached down and squeezed that ass that'd been taunting me ever since I first laid eyes on her.

I heard the growl in the back of my throat.

I pressed my lips to hers and buried my tongue in her throat.

I pulled back a moment and looked at her.

Something was gnawing at me and I had to ask a question before we proceeded.

"Why are you like this? Yesterday, you didn't want me. Today, you're all over me. I don't want you to think you have to do this if you don't want to."

"It's not that I didn't want to do it yesterday. But I'm here now. And you chose me. Now, I choose you."

It was the answer I'd been hoping for.

I was lost. We both were.

I lifted her into my arms like she weighed nothing, and buried my face in her breasts.

I flicked her nipples with my tongue and sucked on them hard.

Ivy groaned, half in ecstasy, half in pain.

I laid her down on the bed and she spread her legs open for me.

I went down on my knees and kissed her inner thigh, working my way up from her knees down to her pussy.

I drew closer and closer…

And then pulled back and kissed down her other leg.

Ivy giggled and leaned her head on a pillow to watch me.

I drew up to her opening.

She watched me, expecting me to lick her there…

Instead, I began to rise and kiss her inner thighs again.

"No!" she said.

She grabbed a handful of my hair and guided me back to her slit, the same way I'd done with her earlier.

"Be a good boy," she said.

One corner of my mouth curled into a smile and I did as she commanded.

I lifted her hood and licked at the tiny ball there. I was slow and gentle.

Ivy relaxed back and sank into the blankets.

She ran her hands over her breasts and pinched her nipples.

She was enjoying it.

I worked her with my tongue in faster and faster movements.

Ivy gasped as I brought in reinforcements in the form of my fingers.

I stroked her back and forth, playing her like an instrument.

Her back arched as I increased speed and she groaned.

She screwed her hands up in the blankets and yanked them as her legs squirmed and then, finally, rose and…

"Mmmmmm," she said.

Her hips bucked against my face and her juices flowed.

Delicious.

But I wasn't done yet.

Just when she began to relax, I slipped a finger inside her.

"Oh!" Ivy said.

I shifted position and snapped my hand back and forth, drawing that wave of ecstasy toward her.

I warmed her up and then pumped her pussy hard.

I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers, my hand working ferociously on her.

She screamed into the kiss as her juices exploded over my hand.

"That… was… incredible…" Ivy gasped around ragged breaths. "I didn't think I could—"

I grabbed her hips and slammed inside her.

Ivy hadn't expected it.

Her eyes bulged at my length and girth.

I wiggled my cock further into her.

I ground deep inside her.

Her arm flew out and smacked the bedspread, clawing at it.

I pumped her hard, my long cock driving that next wave closer.

She stared at me on top of her as I worked her.

She muttered unintelligible words.

To beg for me to stop? For me to take pity on her?

Never.

I speared her relentlessly into submission.

She was another of my opponents, and I was determined to destroy her every bit as much as I did all those others.

I fucked her like there was no tomorrow.

And there was no tomorrow.

Only right now.

Only this instant.

Between us.

I took her up that enormous wave of the final catastrophic orgasm.

I felt myself rise alongside her.

She tightened around my cock again, getting close now.

Her eyes fluttered. She's already lost her mind and all sense of time.

All sense of herself, and myself.

We became one.

I saw something deep inside myself again, that spark, that golden light shimmering like a desert sun.

It was eclipsed momentarily by the giant wave heading directly for us.

I thrust inside her deeper and harder than ever before.

She was getting close. So was I.

I fell forward and whispered in her ear.

"Come for me."

Ivy screamed a scream unlike any I'd heard before.

I tore it from her as I pulsed inside her before removing my cock from her.

I floated high above us, looking down on the scene.

It was hot and steamy, sweaty, and frenzied.

I was exhausted, my body completely used up and useless for anything other than recuperating.

I remained standing over her, my heart beating a thousand beats a minute, and my breath rasping in my throat.

Ivy smiled up at me.

I stood with my hand clenched into a fist, a smile on my face.

Ivy rubbed her legs together, no doubt a little sore from the ordeal.

Then she frowned, sensing something was missing.

Something was wrong.

Her eyes dropped to my fist and the blood fell from her face.

"You didn't come inside me?"

"No," I said, raising my fist. "I'll be right back."

I moved into the bathroom and ran the tap, spilling my seed down the drain.

Ivy was a little subdued after that.

I wondered why.

We hadsex four times last night.

She excited me every time I looked at her.

She looked the way I liked, she spoke the way I liked, and she fucked the way I liked.

She was the whole package and every moment, and following through into the next day, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

I thought about the way she looked at me when I drove her to orgasm, the way she sounded when I tore them from her throat, and when she took control and climbed on top of me, drilling me as hard as I drilled her.

She was a fighter, too.

I was both her opponent and her partner.

A klaxon sounded and the next fighter stepped into the tunnel.

I was in the armory where the fighters waited until they were called into the pit.

I chose my favorite suit of armor and twin swords.

As reigning champ, I got first choice of which weapons I would use.

Ivy seemed a little distressed each time I pulled out of her at the last moment to ejaculate into my hand.

I wasn't about to take the risk that she might get pregnant.

Not in this place.

Ivy hadn't brought it up but I could see it played on her mind.

I assumed the Prizes took precautions but why take the risk?

Today I fought Ice. He was from the Glacial Cluster, a powerful species with incredible powers. They could summon ice from the air and use it to form spears of ice and snow.

But I knew how to handle them.

Many species depended too much on their unique ability and didn't focus on the basics: strength, speed, and dexterity. Those were the qualities that won most fights.

It wasn't the ice or wind or mind powers you had at your disposal. It was how you used your hands and feet.

I never used my ability except in very rare circumstances.

A smile quirked my lips at the thought of Ivy's hot body. It was the kind of thing poets wrote about.

I wasn't a man of words. I was a man of action.

And I seriously wanted to take action with her again—as soon as possible.

Ivy was the first Prize I'd claimed in the Pool.

The klaxon sounded and the next fighter stepped forward. He was an archiwan, a master with traps and knives.

I was next. I needed to pump myself up.

I was the champ, I told myself. This was my prison. This was where I belonged. These other fighters were only pretenders. They didn't deserve to be there.

I dug deep for the anger and fear and hatred that I'd long since learned to harness when I went out to fight.

It was a little harder to reach than usual as images of Ivy kept getting in the way.

I tucked her memories away in a separate box for me to enjoy later. Right now, I needed to focus on the enemy.

Who would it be today? Who was my next victim?

The klaxon sounded and I jogged into the tunnel toward the spear of light at the opposite end.

I thrust with my swords, turning in arches and circles to prepare for the approaching battle.

I emerged into the light. The gate slammed into place behind me. The fighting pit was a reasonably large area with prisoners watching the fight from the second, third, and fourth-floor landings.

They often gambled on who would win. No one bothered to bet on my fights. They had long ago given up losing their money on a result that always turned out the same.

Beyond them, higher in the facility, stood the wide window of the observation deck. The scientists in the lab were too busy with their work to take much notice of the fight. The Supervisor would watch sometimes, but not often.

On the other side of the pit, Ice emerged from his tunnel. His eyes were sparkling blue, his hair white and long and streamed in long strands to his shoulder blades. Touch him, and he was colder than a corpse.

He wasn't the first prisoner from the Glacial Cluster I had fought and he wouldn't be the last.

I was in too good a mood to want to put on a good show. I wanted to beat him as quickly as possible and claim my beautiful Prize.

The golden light pulsed in my chest at the thought of being with her soon. I didn't know exactly what it meant, only that it brought me joy when I thought of her.

The klaxon blared and the fight began.

Ice ran at me. He raised his arms and bellowed as feathers of ice exploded from his fingertips.

I stepped to one side, swung my sword, and the battle was joined.