“I’m surprised Leveria didn’t tell you,” he mused. She had taken a page out of my own playbook. It moved between my cheeks, splitting my crack, running its underside through me. Before he could swipe at me, I’d ducked under his chest, shoved my blade into his throat, and slashed him from jaw to chest. I did not have that same bind with the others. They tossed me unceremoniously into a cell beneath the arena, and left me with nothing but a loaf of bread and a chamber pot. “If everyone keeps a level head, there shouldn’t be any problem, but… that’s not going to happen.”YAVARA
Leveria’s screams carried over the roar of the crowd. They couldn’t hear the way I was moaning in delight, nor could they feel the way my insides flexed around the cocks inside me, squeezing them for all they were worth, beckoning them deeper, and deeper, and deeper. It was dawn outside; the grey winter skies illuminated by the backing of the eastern sun.
