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“Ah, Tomak,” she moaned with a sigh and leaned back against him, letting him have his way and reaching behind her to caress him.
He smiled to himself, enjoying the way she surrendered herself to his desires. In her arms, he could forget, if only for a while, where they were and why they were there. In only a moon span, she had become the center of his life. Only to himself did he dare to admit he was in love with her.
He'd fought it. His enemies wanted to take her from him. If they knew how much she meant to him, they might kill her. That’s why he was adamant that they didn’t show affection where the others could see.
They even played out a little skit, a fight where she slapped him, and he hit her back in the workout yard. He grabbed her roughly and pressed her against the outside of the arena wall. He reached under her shirt and grabbed her breast and pushed his other under her shorts and grabbed her pussy. He’s shoved two fingers inside her while she squirmed and tried to push him off her.
She was a pretty good actress, whining for him to stop and not humiliate her in public. He’d pinched her nipple as a signal for her to cry, “Ow, you’re hurting me!”
She made other plaintive sounding noises and pretended to sob when he brought her to climax. Then he jerked her around and slapped her again, as gently as he could, then dragged her by the arm back to his flat.
Once behind the closed door, he took her into his arms and kissed her tenderly, long and slow. Their little escapade had made him so hard he had to fuck her to get relief. He kissed her cheeks repeatedly, telling her how sorry he was to have hit her.
None of that was real, but it was realistic enough to make his men question his treatment of her, mainly because they repeated it regularly. They were concerned his honor was compromised, that he was turning into the savage he portrayed. It was only part of the game.
At some point, he would tell her he loved her, but not yet. Tomak was afraid if he said the words, it would somehow jinx them. So, instead, he loved her with his body.
Tomak had stopped the shower with a voice command while bringing Angie to a climax with his intimate caresses. He kept her in its throes as long as possible. When she finished, he positioned her hands against the wall and pushed his cock into her from behind.
She sobbed her pleasure as he pounded her hard and fast until he reached an intense climax. He bent over and barely rubbed her clit, and she came as well.
“Oh, god, you feel so good, Tomak,” she said breathlessly. “So, good.”
He leaned over her back, cupping her breasts and whispered into her ear, “so do you, my mate, so do you. Consider yourself punished.” He laughed softly and nibbled her earlobe while hugging her.
They showered again to clean up, then went to bed and slept until morning.
THIRTEEN
A few rotations later, Warden McKaro dropped another bombshell on the gamers. Not only would there be gladiator deathmatches, but the winners would also fight champions from off-world---just to make things interesting for the viewers and raise the stakes for the gambling operation.
Fights with the offworlders would all be deathmatches. The viewers would decide whether the vanquished would live or die. If the inmate gladiator won the deathmatch, he would face two opponents at once for the championship.
The next elimination matches started three rotations later. Tomak and his team had no chance to observe their new opponents before their fights. Angie knew Tomak and his men were good; they were all champions in their own rights. But she couldn’t shake the inkling of fear that something could go wrong, that Tomak could be killed.
She wasn’t sure they wanted to see Tomak fight. That wasn’t entirely true; she didn’t want to see him killed. Watching him fight was hot. Wearing only a short kilt of synthetic leather, his body covered with a sheen of sweat glistened in the sunlight. His muscles rippled under his skin as he wielded the sword and shield, parrying the massive humanoids blows waiting for the opening to land his own.
Tomak’s form was flawless. He executed his assault with the grace of a dancer while his challenger attacked like a raging bull. Any of those blows could have killed Tomak, but they never landed. It almost seemed that he knew his opponent's next move before he made it.
Angie watched closely for several minutes before she realized that the alien was no match for her mate. Tomak was playing with him, putting on a show for the viewing audience. They would be disappointed if he ended it too soon. He made it look more dangerous than it was.
Slash, block, jab, advance, engage, parry, block with the shield, slice, Tomak drew first blood. The alien roared in rage, driving Tomak back, hacking at him with his sword. He only went back so far, then he struck back.
Tomak kicked him in the back of his knee. It buckled, and the alien went down. He then bashed the alien in the head with the rim of his shield and knocked him out for the win.
It should have been over then, but two more gladiators entered the ring. Angie could see that this turn of events was as big a surprise to Tomak as it was to her. He didn’t wait for them to come to him.
He threw his shield like a certain comic book superhero, so it slammed into the head of the guy on the left. Then, he took up the alien’s shield and launched an assault on the remaining opponent.
The handlers sent challengers two more times, and Tomak bested them. He battled in the arena over a span. After he dispatched the last one, he staggered with exhaustion, stabbing his sword into the dirt to steady himself.
Angie got why they kept sending fighters out to oppose Tomak. He was not just a good fighter; he performed for the audience, giving them a great show. When he downed the last opponent, she prayed they wouldn’t send out any more challengers. To her relief, Tomak was declared the winner.
She’d watched from the tiered seating at the arena with the other mates of Tomak’s other team members. Then, she did the one thing Tomak told her never to do. She left the safety of the group and went to meet Tomak in his stall under the arena. It was one big room partitioned off for the fighters.
She emerged from the stairwell door only to collide with an alien humanoid from the rival gang. She said, “Sorry,” and tried to slip by him, but he grabbed her in a bear hug from behind.
“Where are you going, female? I would like some company,” he said smoothly by her ear as he started groping her breasts.
