For da Ovahlord! 3 (Patreon)

The arena had been cleaned, the boy had been given medical treatment, and I had my training glaive. My cock throbbed at the thought of forcing it down his tight, shota throat, and I pushed the thought aside. There’d be time for an erection later, not yet.

This was different from the previous fights, there weren't multiple opponents, just me. Just me versus my little slut, even if he didn't know it yet.

“You ready, shota? You ready to fight?” I asked, my voice low, my tone more than a little bit eager.

“Y-yes,” he replied, his voice cracking a little as his eyes shot from my tits, to my dick, to my face, before repeating. It made sense, I'd decided to give him the illusion of fairness by coming out naked. The fact that it would make taking him once I'd had my fun happen faster was merely a happy bonus.

I walked over to where he stood, coming to a stop ten feet from him, giving my glaive a bit of a twirl. “Then here we go,” I swung the weapon, hitting the ground with a loud thud.

“Ah!” his eyes widened, darting between the weapon, and me.

“Do you remember the rules?” I asked, giving him a wink.

“Uh... yes,” he answered, answering my question even as he was trying to decide how to answer mine.

I nodded, before turning towards him, “Good, your sisters won’t be touched. Now let's see if I’ll play with you.” I teased, and began to run at the boy.

“N-no!” he shouted, raising his loaned shield to take the initial blow. I laughed, charging right through the shield, my glaive burying itself in his chest. He screamed, dropping his shield, and grabbing at my blade sticking out of his body, before falling to his knees.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit!” he yelled as he fell to his side, his hands covering his wound as my glaive slid free.

“Now where did you learn to talk like that? I’ll have to teach you some manners. Or did you think I'd really kill you?" I asked, still smiling.

“No! No, no, no I don't want to die!”

“You won't,” I said with a purr, pulling on my mana and sending it into him. My face twisted into a grin as the spell stitched together his flesh, healing him and leaving no sign he'd been injured, save the hole in his shirt. “I'm not done with you yet, boy.”

“W-wait!” he protested, struggling to get back up.

“What's the matter,” I cooed as I strutted over to him. He thrust up with his sword, aiming for my cock, but I batted it away with a single hand. “Don't you want to keep fighting? I gave you a chance to surrender.”

“Why do you care?” he demanded, his face contorted in anger.

“Because you're mine now, my slutty shota,” I said as I grabbed his head, pushing it down. “And I love owning things. I own your soul, as well as your body, and you will call me Mistress.”

He tried to struggle, but I had him pinned. My dick throbbed, filling with blood as I forced his head down to the arena floor. A single foot was enough to keep his head in place, and I thrust my glaive into the ground, the blade cutting through stone easily.

My cock throbbed, reaching full mast, and I licked my lips. With my hands, I forced him into the position I wanted (face down, ass up) before tearing his little boy pants down, exposing his tight shota butt.

“Oh, don't you worry your empty little head,” I teased, lifting one leg and shoving my boot against his tender balls. “It'll be worth it.”

“I-I d-don't want to die…” he whimpered, as I continued to force his head down onto the stone.

“You won't,” I promised. “But I will have my fun with you. And you'll learn to love it.”

I leaned close to his ear, whispering softly, “I'm going to fuck your cute, little boy brains out. Then I am going to have you made into a harem guard. If you're a good boy, then maybe in a few years I'll even let you use your tiny dick. But for now, you lost. That means you're mine. If you resist, I'll have the minions hold you down while I bring your sisters down here to see how much of my dick the redhead can fit in her tiny cunt.”

The words were enough to send a shudder through him, and he clamped his mouth shut. I laughed, and pulled out the glaive, before walking around behind him. I traced the lines of his ass with the tip of my glaive, making him shiver in fear.

“I'm going to enjoy this,” I said with a smirk. “So you might as well relax. I'll be gentle, alright? Well, gentle-ish.”

“Yes... mistress,” he whispered, his head hanging low. His ass was so perfect, round and white. I knew I could have him for ages, but I didn't want to go too fast. Not yet. I couldn't wait to see how his ass stretched wide around my length when I fucked him for the first time.

Satisfied with his submission, I chuckled as I planted the butt of my glaive against the floor and knelt behind him. He flinched as I lay my cock on his back, the length stretching along his spine from his ass to his ribcage. He whimpered in understandable fear, but I ignored it. I pressed my cock against his ass, rubbing the tip against his hole, teasing him. I slowly pushed forward, the tip slipping inside and making the boy gasp. I leaned down, pressing my chest against his back, and wrapped my arms around him. I took a firm grip on his shoulders, and lifted him off the ground with one arm. His legs kicked free, kicking back at the air, as he felt the head of my cock push into the entrance to his ass.

“This isn't going to be easy,” I grunted as I slowly slid in. His ass was stretching wide, the whimpers and whines he made were delightful, but I hadn't even gotten half of the head into him yet. “C'mon, you little bitch, give me that tight ass.”

I slid in another fraction of an inch, and still more, before I felt the head of my dick finally slide past the rim of his asshole. I groaned, and paused, waiting until the tightness eased. It was annoying, not being able to just slide my cock in without any resistance, but I supposed it was fair. After all, he'd never taken anything, let alone a cock this big, before. I wasn't about to deny him the experience.

Slowly I pushed forward, my shaft sliding deeper and deeper into his tight little asshole, until my hips met with his. The moment I bottomed out inside him, I pulled out, before pushing back in again. I repeated the motion several times, before grabbing hold of him by the waist. I lifted him up slightly, and gave a slow thrusting jerk, my cock spearing into his ass over and over. He cried out in pain, but I kept fucking him, and soon the cries turned to moans and whimpers. His body shook against my chest, my tits rubbing against his back, and I grabbed his hips, pulling him closer.

“That's it, that's my little slut,” I moaned. “Let me feel you take my cock. Show me what a little whore you are.”

I grabbed his hips tighter, holding him tightly against my throbbing erection, before picking up speed. I pounded into his ass, driving my cock deep, before pulling back out. I wasn't trying to hurt him, but I did want him to feel every inch of my cock. I wanted him to know exactly who was in control, and he sure as hell wasn't going to do anything to stop me. With a thought, I let my balls form, and they immediately began slapping against his tiny shota dick. Each one of my testicles felt bigger than his entire shaft, and I couldn't help but laugh at the comparison.

His legs were shaking now, his back arching, as I continued to slam into his ass. I lowered him back to the ground before I reached around to grab his wrists, pinning them down above his head, forcing him to endure the abuse. I growled, and picked up speed, pounding into his ass like a madman. He screamed and cried out, and I knew I was hurting him. I didn't care though. I was enjoying myself, and I knew he would soon come to love it.

I gripped his hips and wrists harder, using my power to hold him tight, before slamming my cock deep into his ass. He cried out in agony, but there was no way he was getting away. I was stronger than him, and I had the full support of my magic. He was mine, and I would never let him leave. I'd keep him here forever, and fuck his little ass day and night.

The idea made me excited, and I slammed my cock into his ass one final time. He screamed in pain and pleasure, as I unloaded into him, my seed filling his insides. I held him close, and kissed the back of his neck, before letting go of his wrists and letting him fall onto the dirt covered floor as the minions in the stands cheered. He landed on his side, curled up in a ball, sobbing softly. I chuckled, and pulled my cock out, before cleaning myself with a quick burst of magic. I was an Evil bitch, but even I had no desire for scatplay. Reaching down, I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over to the arena wall, just under where his sisters were watching and sobbing in horror.

“One more thing to do before you're done for the day, Slut,” I told him as I sat him against the wall, slapping the side of his face with my still hard cock. “You're going to open that mouth of yours, and you're going to take my full futa cock down your throat. Then, once I've given you your meal straight to your stomach, you're going to say, ‘Thank you for your cum, Mistress’. Understand?”

He nodded, tears running down his cheeks, and opened his mouth wide. I leaned forward, pressing my cock against his lips, and shoved it between them. He gagged and coughed, but managed to get the tip inside his mouth. I smiled, and moved my hips forwards, forcing more and more of my shaft down his throat. He started coughing and choking, but didn't try to pull away.

It was almost comical watching him struggle to breathe, and the look of panic on his face as he tried to force more of my cock down his throat. After a few minutes, I pulled out, and let him rest for a second. He looked up at me, and I could see the fear in his eyes. A part of me wanted to just laugh at how pathetic he was, but I was also getting off on dominating him. I wanted to make him beg, and he wasn't doing a good job of it yet.

“Well that was disappointing,” I tutted. “Maybe your sisters will do better, perhaps the little one?”

“N-no!” he yelled with a cough, his hand reaching out to grab my dick. “I'll do better, Mistress.”

I slapped his hand away, laughing. I didn't want him to be too confident, after all.

“Go ahead then, Slut,” I told him. “Get on your knees, and open that pretty mouth of yours.”

He got to his knees, and I placed my cock against his lips.

“Start sucking, Slut,” I ordered.

He gagged and coughed again, but he didn't pull away. He opened his mouth wide, and began to suck me off. It took him a little while, but he finally succeeded in getting the head of my cock into his throat, pushing his head further down my length. I grabbed his hair, and forced more of my cock into his mouth, until I felt his nose pressed against my balls. I laughed, and pulled out, leaving him gasping for air.

“That's much better,” I told him with a smirk.

He looked up at me, panting heavily, his eyes filled with both fear and desire. I liked him better this way, so submissive and eager to please. I could feel his heart beating fast as he waited for my next command.

“Now lay down, Slut. Feet against the wall and tilt your head back until you're looking at the opposite wall,” I ordered, giving my cock a few pumps to keep me hard.

He did as I said, laying himself flat on the floor, and tilting his head back so he was looking at the wall behind him. I walked around him, and stood over his head, my feet planted on either side. Before kneeling down and grabbing onto his chin. Opening his mouth, I shoved my dick into his throat without mercy, punching past his gag reflex like a battering ram at a siege. He gasped loudly, and I braced myself against the ground with both hands, letting go of his chin as I started fucking his mouth like it was a pussy.

“Keep sucking, Slut,” I ordered.

His tongue was working furiously, trying to push my cock deeper into his throat, and his body trembled from the effort. I kept fucking him, using his mouth to pleasure myself, my balls slapping against his forehead as I fucked him faster and harder. I grunted as I came, shooting load after load deep into his throat, and I held his head in place to prevent him swallowing any. Finally, my orgasm subsided, and I released his head, stepping back to let him catch his breath.

“Not bad,” I finally declared, letting myself go soft. “Keep that up, and I won’t change my mind about using your sisters.”

Leaving that threat dangling over his head, I turned around and made my way out of the arena, barking orders for the minions to get him cleaned up and sent to my chambers, with the elf. The sisters would get their own room elsewhere in the tower. In the meantime, I needed to do some investigation and scrying through the Tower Heart. I had some Minion hives to find.