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Title: Crackling Lightning, Roaring
Flame

Author: illuminetto

..........

He trains in his swordsmanship, a sword
with an intricate golden hilt with many designs and patterns,
connected with a flawless double edged blade held in his right hand.
The sword glides about through the air, his control so masterful that
despite the great strength of his swings the sword whistles crisp and
clear in the room. The only other sound is his expert footwork,
almost completely masked by the swing of his weapon. Though right
handed, he switches grips every so often to give both hands their
rightful due in practice.

'HAAA!!' With a fierce battle cry, his
sword is thrust forward at an invisible opponent, the height of his
aim where a person's heart would have been. A fatal thrust had a
living person faced such a strike. His golden hair swished about at
the quick movements he had displayed in his sword dance, and was
tussled only slightly. He let out a breath, having practiced himself
to a sweat as his training dictated of him and showed with the damp
spots among his simple but tight fitting clothing of white, opening
eyes as bright blue as crystals. His frame was a wiry build of
muscles from much combat, his fair skin flawless in appearance as it
should have been. His tactical mind allowed him to participate in the
games of war and use his resources and his own skill that no blade
had left a permanent mark of scarring on his body. He lowered his
sword hearing the footsteps of his servant. He knew those light
footsteps against the wooden floor of the practice hall. Golden hair,
darker than his own, nearly as long as she was tall flowed freely and
unbound, with a pair of big amber colored eyes. Her skin was a fair
shades lighter than his own. She wore a simple slave dress of fine
white silk that barely covered her amazing curves even though it was
of modest length. Delicate as a flower she looked, with her somewhat
short stature, but much tougher then most would give credit for.

'Thank you, Solaria.' He said
pleasantly, taking the towel from her hands to wipe the sweat off his
brow. She had the mark on her forehead, the red brand that showed her
as a Gear, a slave being. Though some were as dumb as rocks, not his
Solaria. A highly religious man, despite a lustful appetite for the
bewitching Gear, his beliefs prevented him from making that step.
Gears could not reproduce anyway, and he was a Noble who would have
to find a Human woman of similar royal standings to bear an heir for
his family. Solaria had shown some feeling for him in her own shy way
that didn't escape his notice, but because of his rapt disapproval
already, she could not help but blush at his every move as she lusted
for him from afar.

'I wonder...the Dragon Slayer games
will start in a few days and no one has been able to best me. Perhaps
I should throw in the towel and retire, for there is no challenge
when I've won all of them recently and even beat Master Kliff as
well.' He speaks offhandedly.

'Master Kiske...I mean, Sir Ky, Master
Kliff says he may have found someone quite worthy of competing with
you in the Dragon Slayer games, has he not? Perhaps you should wait
as he says.' The Gear speaks, remembering she can call him by his
first name only in private like this because he allows it. He nodded.

'Yes, that's right...it has slipped my
mind. But I've already taken first from several of well known repute.
Who could Master Kliff have in mind?'

..........

In the wastelands of the less fortunate
rumors spread in the underworld and black market of a truly powerful
and fearsome man. The aging sword master, Kliff Undersn, wanted this
man for those reasons. He knew his young prodigy, Ky, had faced off
against many well known warriors both noble and otherwise. The boy
was becoming too comfortable, only old Kliff giving him even a slight
workout. Kliff never wanted to rely on resources quite this low, but
thought that it would be possibly a well earned eye opener for the
lad, who had become a bit conceited in his win streak though it was
his right. Too couped up in religion and swordsmanship to take notice
to his own desires.

'I guess coming from less than noble
upbringings, I can't see what the problem is too lust after a Gear.
Sometimes people are at their most happy just to have their freedom
of choice, and choose to be with someone precious to them. Too bad
that student of mine has been too self righteous in his beliefs for
his own good sometimes, I swear.' He spoke, his small but stout frame
hefting a cleaver like sword of wildly bizarre proportions, so large
that it would take much experience to wield but the old man did it
with relative ease. He was dressed in well worn dusty brown uniform
of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights, just a fancy long title for the
law of the world that was so proficient in martial and several other
skills not requiring the use of Black Tech. He finally made his way
through a desert like region where several tall rocks jutted freely
from the sand to aim skyward. He could hear the swings of a weapon
against solid rock. The earth shook and sand exploded into the air as
rocks were cleaved and left to slide off their once sturdy bases.
Deeper the old man went to find the source: A powerful looking man to
be sure.

'TEYAH!!' He held two weapons in each
hand, looking a bit more like wide clumps of iron with hammered down
hilts than actual swords, not even covered in course leather to
protect the large hands of the burly and extraordinarily muscular
man. He was only wearing some jeans that had been faded by sand and a
red slab of metal over his forehead attached to leather straps around
his head, his torso shirtless to show numerous scars. Several of
those scars seemed far too large to have been so easily survived. His
chocolate brown hair was long and wildly spiked. Despite how large
the weapons he wielded were, they were not as large as Kliff's own
sword, but the sheer fact he was swinging them in each hand with what
looked like ease and he could cleave the rocks with single strokes.
That could easily mortally harm even the iron hide of a Dragon with
just sheer power alone. Had Kliff found what he dreamed for? The one
who could overthrow his student and show him the value of things lost
to time? Kliff would have the answer by testing right now.

'Hey, you whippersnapper! Catch!!' He
caught the man's attention as the Dragon Slayer, his prized sword was
already crashing down in a massive downward chop to the younger man's
location. The man looked quickly, accessed , then brought his swords
up to defend, crossing them over one another, but the ware from
hacking through rock had dulled and weakened the swords structures
and they were cleaved in two. The man had to jump back to evade the
rest of the attack, skidding backwards in the sand. Kliff was high in
the air, blade aimed ready for the killing swing. The man's left hand
went into the dirt, and it exploded as a hidden weapon was brought up
from the sand. Kliff could not be sure if it were perhaps a thick
scythe or massive hammer, but when he struck the massive fang like
weapon attached to a metal pole and tied down with much leather he
realized that the weapon did not bend even the slightest to the will
of his Dragon Slayer.

'This is...Dragon Bones.' Kliff spoke
in surprise. The massive hammer must have been, for only weapons
crafted from the bones of the massive brutes could meet and not be
worn down by one another. The man reacted quickly to the aging sword
master's surprise, swinging his weapon around in a full circle,
making the giant flat side pound inti the blunt of Kliff's giant
blade. The old man was sent earthbound and landed, grunting and
holding his sword arm to stop the infernal rattling brought about by
the man's powerful swing. His whole body seem to rattle. He saw the
man heft the weapon with ease overhead, preparing to hammer the old
man into the dirt like a nail. He retreated back as the battle hammer
went down, causing a massive upheaval of sand that nearly blinded
both combatants.

'Well...quite the barbarian, aren't we
youngin.' Kliff spoke, sitting on a rock with his blade in the sand.
He could see the man's muscles still tense, waiting for an attack to
come so he could swing upward and use the sharp giant pick axe part
of the weapon. Kliff was impressed how this man didn't try to
underestimate him in the slightest, keeping on the defensive and
ready to take the counter assault if presented with it. Kliff held
his hands up in a gesture of giving up, having seen what he wanted to
see. The man still didn't lower his guard quite yet.

'You give, gramps?' He drawled out,
allowing the old man to see his mismatched eyes from under the
headpiece with his own graying ones. One eye of gold and the other of
crimson, like the brightness of fire and the darkness of blood.

'I give. How about I make you an offer
you can't refuse?'

'Can't, old man. Because I just did.'
Despite holding the weapon in two hands originally, he just kept his
right on the long handle, hefting it easily over a shoulder. He
turned to a cloak figure who Kliff had not seen or felt when he
originally came. The person was small, maybe about the height or just
a head in a half taller than Ky's servant Solaria. This was probably
a Gear whom served under the man, for the small frame was tied down
with several odd weapons of a simple and crude design yet were still
made with an expert hand. Kliff had taken up smithing and forging and
had an eye for self made custom weaponry, which the man had several
designs not seen elsewhere and were well made, created for function
over design yet still held an artistic flow. The man himself also
carried other weapons that had been buried in the sand, some nearly
as large as the massive hammer. The servant still carried the brunt
of the load. He turned and walked away.

'Oh really? Even to participate in the
Dragon Slayer games?' That must have perked the man's interest since
he halted and spared a side glance to the old man.

'Heh...why participate when I can just
wander and hunt down feral dragons? Those stuck up nobles could never
amount to much against a real dragon, save for maybe that Kiske
fellow and yourself. His skills look like they could, but of course I
wouldn't know for sure.' Kliff was impressed with how observant the
man was.

'Would you do it as a favor to this old
man? I want you to knock Kiske a peg down or two. So he can wake up
and realize some real value in other things besides his religion. Not
that finding peace in religion is bad, but it is unhealthy with how
he makes his life revolve around it so absolutely. The only one who
can stand him for all his faults is his servant. But he sees only in
black and white.' The aging sword master claimed, hoping perhaps the
man would take the chance.

'I guess...but do I have to wear that
damned dress you guys call a uniform?' While many were usually
impressed with the appearance of the Holy Knight uniform, obviously
this man was not.

'It is the standard attire of the
games. Could you please bare with it?'

'...Meh...'

..........

Ky had been told of his master's
return, having brought a man to challenge the Noble. Ky wore a nice
white collared shoulder less shirt with a blue trim, and some jeans
of the same color and design. His golden sword was sheathed at his
waist. Solaria was trailing not too far behind, but suddenly gasped,
a hand to her head. Ky noticed and looked worriedly at her.

'Solaria, what's the matter?' He had a
firm grip of her shoulders. She shook her head.

'No, master, it is nothing. I was just
a little surprised at feeling the presence of a Gear that I've never
felt before. She may be a new servant Master Kliff hired, but I can't
be sure.' The Gear spoke. Ky visibly calmed. The two continued their
pace towards Kliff's office of the HQ. When Ky knocked and opened the
door politely, Kliff greeted him from behind his desk.

'Oh, Ky. You've come. Ah, and hello,
Solaria.' Kliff greeted. Ky saw a female he never saw before was
kneeling facing the chair that faced Kliff's desk, where another man
sat. Was it Ky's opponent? Most likely, though the tall chair was
faced away, so he could not be seen. The woman was a rather well
endowed woman, dressed in a tight fitting black leather slave dress.
Her hair was cut short and a bright red, while her eyes were a much
darker red. He saw the emblem on her forehead. The Gear that Solaria
must have sensed. By her knelt form was a long object wrapped in
black cloth.

'Ky, have a seat.' Kliff offered,
gesturing to the empty seat beside the man. Ky did so but politely
offered his hand to the sitting man. He got a look at the man for the
first time and already had an unfavorable opinion of him. The man was
big, but dressed rather unsavory, garbed in a unzipped worn black
leather jacket over a black cotton shirt that also looked rather
worn. His black leather pants were held up with red leather belts.
His red boots were also dirty. He looked at Ky from under the red
metal tied over his forehead. He looked to Ky's hand, then his face,
then turned to face Kliff.

'Sit down, boy. Ain't got no words or
greeting for you.' He said simply, with the drawl that made him seem
half asleep. Ky's eyes lighted with rage at the disrespectful way the
man presented himself in front of the Noble. Had he no kind of
respect for others as he seemed to show? Before Ky could give a
retort, Kliff interjected.

'I apologize, Ky, but this man's
actions will speak louder than his words I can assure you. He's just
rough around the edges. And I mean, real ROUGH around the edges.
Anyway, his name is Sol Badguy. The games start in a couple of days.
Mr. Badguy, I hope you will like it here.' Kliff spoke. Sol rose up
from his seat, his Gear servant rising as well.

'Whatever.' Sol spoke and then left,
most likely for his dorm, his Gear servant not far behind, holding
the package. Ky wanted to respectfully take his leave, but the man
brought out some kind of madness to the Noble's heart, and he could
not think straight. He ran out his master's office and after Sol.
Solaria looked shocked, only managing a polite bow before leaving.
Kliff leaned heavily in his chair.

'Things are going to get interesting.
Hope my heart can take it.' The aging sword master said to himself.

'Mr. Badguy! What was the meaning of
that? Such disrespect to the man who brought you here for this esteem
honor! If you have a death wish, I can provide.' Ky said sternly to
the man's back. The man stopped, and spared a glance at Ky. The
hostility shown from Ky made those passing by rather unpleasant and
the hall was starting to disperse from the scene.

'Go away, boy. I have to wear those
damn dresses you call a uniform as punishment enough during the
games. Don't make this stay anymore unpleasant than it has to be.'
The older man said, turning away. He stopped when he heard the
unsheathing of Ky's sword.

'You dare take that disrespectful tone
with a Noble? Perhaps I will show you your place before the Games.'
He held the blade overhead with his right hand, as his left hand
hovered forward just before the blade. His feet spread equally apart
to equalize full balance. His eyes were dead serious.

'What a punk. Taking offense so
easily.' Sol muttered to himself. He turned to his servant and
nodded. She released the item from it's cloth clover. A large white
sword with a wide curved blade and a circular design at the blade's
base before it met with the hilt. Ky was shocked that the servant
just jammed the blade into the wooden floor, splintering it. She then
took some steps back.

'Your servant is as disrespectful as
you, Ogre.' Ky spat in disgust. Sol shrugged, cracking his neck as he
rolled it around. He grabbed the blade in his left hand, an inverted
grip. The blade was pulled free easily as he held it, like it was
simply a walking cane.

'So...? What you gonna do, boy? Best to
quit now before this place falls apart.' Sol said lazily. Ky smirked.

'I have a feeling your just a big
phony. A big fake as all the others before you.' Ky said, surprised
at how riled up the man had got him. Ky usually never actively tried
to insult anyone, even just a little.

'Believe what you want. Why care?' Sol
spoke calmly. Ky growled, rushing at him with his sword held in both
hands. He brought the sword down against Sol, who guarded with his
own sword, being driven back slightly. Sol pushed Ky off easily as he
took one step forward, swinging the blade downward. Ky evaded and
would try to take the opening Sol left, but when the large blade
impacted the ground, the force blasted the floorboards apart and
forcing him away before wood pieces splintered in him. Sol's Gear
servant and Solaria also had to retreat a respectable distance. Ky
had been shocked by the damage done by a single attack. Before Ky
could say anything, Kliff interfered.

'Geez, you two...the carpenters are not
going to like this.' The old man spoke.

'Blame the boy. I'm gonna get some
sleep. Let's go, Valentine.' He put his weapon over his shoulder,
calling for his servant to follow. Ky glared at his retreating
figure, his teeth clenched tightly together in his rage.

..........

The two opponents had not really seen
much of each other the following day, or the next. It would be one
other day before the Dragon Slayer Games began, and Ky could not wait
to put the man in his place. But deep in the back of his mind, Ky
actually had his doubt, something that never took him before.

'The power of that swing...it could
possibly end a dragon's life in one strike. That sword...the handle
is long enough to make it two handed, yet with only one arm he was
able to swing it and have that much power...it was his left
hand...his dominant hand? I don't know.' He was practicing his
swordsmanship, and could not fathom using brute strength alone for a
kill. He'd seen many of his previous opponents try to fell a dragon
with one strike but never saw it happen. Kliff was the only one
rumored to do so when he was younger, but Ky had only seen pictures
of his master in his youth and never in action. The Dragon Slayer
sword he wield was still extremely powerful, and Kliff had come close
to killing some large dragons in one attack. Ky could never do that
as his style was one of graceful precision, felling his prey by
striking at the vitals hidden at the dragon's undersides also making
for rather quick kills. If things went bad, using his rare innate
potential in Lightning magic was also something to fall back on.

'I must be overreacting. I'm sure he
will tire easily having to make that sure fire swing repeatedly.' He
spotted Solaria in the doorway, a towel in her hand as usual. A
routine. He halted and met up with her halfway, grabbing the towel
and wiping his brow.

'Solaria, why don't you take some time
off until tomorrow? It will be busy after all.' He said softly.
Solaria seemed hesitant, but complied with a small bow.

'Thank you Sir Ky. Though I need little
rest, the gesture is sweet and much appreciated.' She smiled, looking
somewhat sad as she walked away. She wandered off to her room, by
Ky's should he need her for anything, though he'd probably be soaking
his worries away at the hot springs later. Truth be told she was also
worried after witnessing the inhuman strength of the big man who
would be her master's opponent. She stopped when she saw the servant
of Sol Badguy, Valentine, walking through the hall towards her
direction. Solaria envied the Gear. Despite the mask she wore to keep
her emotions in check, Valentine walked with a great confidence that
was rare of Gears. Upon their eyes meeting, Valentine had a gentle
smile grace her features.

'Solaria, isn't it? I'm Valentine.
Pleased to meet you.' She said cheerily, skipping the rest of the way
towards her and holding out her hand. Solaria took it, surprised at
how carefree the Gear was without her own master's presence.

'Hello, Ms. Valentine. You seem well. I
don't want to be a burden if your carrying out some duties for your
master.' Solaria spoke, not being able to help it but feel
embarrassed for some reason. Probably because she was in the presence
of such a beautiful Gear.

'Ah, don't worry. I'm his servant, but
he really doesn't use me to carry out any kind of chores very often.
My master is a very hard working man in his own way, though I'm sure
your master would disagree. I just decided to wander the complex, and
am actually glad that I met the very person I wanted to meet.' The
redhead spoke. The blond was surprised by this. Valentine had been
seeking her out?

'Eh? You wanted to meet with me? Why?'
She could not think of a reason for it. Valentine giggled at her cute
confused expression.

'Just cause. Come on. I'm sure it's
been awhile since you've had a decent girl to girl chat anyway. This
place is a sausage fest after all.' Valentine grabbed her hand and
skipped away like a carefree child, making the other Gear stumble
about. They had wandered about and chatted like old pals once Solaria
became comfortable enough speaking with her fellow Gear. Solaria
wanted to ask where Valentine got her confidence and care free
attitude from.

'You got something to ask me? Go for
it!' Valentine seemed to be able to read her like a book.

'I don't mean to be rude, but...you
seem very lively for a slave.'

'And why not? I may not feel all that
useful most of the time with my master but he definitely has uses
when they are needed. That fact that he's so good in bed is an added
bonus.' That last part made Solaria a little bashful. It was not an
uncommon thing, but not something condoned so easily within the royal
society like Ky was from.

'He has his uses for you mainly...in
bed?' Solaria had allowed herself to dream what it might be like if
Ky threw away his inhibition and just took her and ravaged her. It
made a small blush appear on her cheeks, not unnoticed by Valentine.

'That's not my main use, but it feels
good and is a nice thing to share with a loved one. Doesn't your
master do those things too?' She questioned though was already well
aware of the other Gear's sex life or lack thereof.

'I...well...um...?' Solaria knew she
should have just kept quiet on the matter entirely, but now was
forced into the awkward conversation by her own tongue.

'Ah, don't even worry about it. He'll
come around. Your too damn beautiful for him not to.' Valentine said.
Solaria thought that the bluntness of Valentine's was a trait learned
from her master, though of course had no concrete evidence as she had
only known the man named Sol Badguy for only about ten minutes. He
must have liked having some private time, for she had yet to see him
again since she saw him at Kliff's Office.

'I highly doubt it.' She said to the
black clad Gear. Valentine had that masked facade as she turned and
looked down to the smaller Gear. Solaria could feel that stare of
her's as if piercing through her very soul. She hadn't been able to
react when Valentine's hand smacked the wall right beside her head
and lean closer towards her. The only route of escape was to
Solaria's right, but that soon got ruled out as Valentine's other
hand smacked the other side. The Gear's heads were almost touching.

'I'm not gonna lie. Your a nice girl,
but your lack of confidence is starting to irritate me. I think you
better find some bravery, or I'm just gonna have to show you...'
Solaria was pinned back to the wall, as Valentine's brought her knee
up to part her legs and get closer still, bodies rubbing together.
Solaria was beet red at this closeness.

'I know you want him to take you. It
can't be helped, Human or Gear, a woman's lust is still a woman's
lust...her need is still a need. Why shy away from it? Why close
yourself off to your own affections? Your own desires?' Valentine's
breath tickled at the smaller Gear's face.

'My master was born into nobility. He
cannot have me in such a way. Only a woman born of nobility may court
him.' Somehow she'd found some courage being backed into a corner
like this. The instincts of an animal wanting to be free, but she
tried to ignore it and remain calm.

'Oh...such a fool he is, but you may
not be too far behind. You could force him to be your's. Your a Gear,
after all. Maybe you just need some persuasion.' Valentine spoke
softly, licking the Gear's nose and making her look wide eyed with
surprise. It was all Valentine needed, seeing Solaria's mouth part
open, to take the plunge and kiss her. Her tongue darted within
Solaria's mouth, finally getting some response from the organ within.
Solaria came to her senses quickly, pulling Valentine back a bit with
her own strength.

'Valentine, stop this.' She said, but
the other Gear could not be so easily pushed away.

'Make me.' Upon saying those words, a
sword was rested against her shoulder.

'You, that bastard's slave. Get away
from her.' Ky spoke quietly but harshly. A large blade rested across
his own shoulder. He cursed under his breath. Sol was now behind him.

'Boy, your such an annoyance. Ruining
such an interesting moment.' Sol spoke.

'Your servant was taking mine against
her will. I don't see anything interesting in that.' Ky spoke
fiercely. Sol shrugged.

'Whatever. Lower your weapon.
Valentine, let's go. Leave the Gear be.' Sol ordered.

'Oh well. I guess the condensed
version's fine.' She said, suddenly bringing their foreheads together
so the Brands met. Solaria's eyes glazed over as she gasped out,
information pouring from Valentine's brain to her own. Ky freaked out
at this, but the weight on his shoulder increased as Sol applied
pressure, not allowing the Noble to do anything he would regret
later. Solaria slumped to the ground while Valentine ran out from
under Ky's blade, forcing the Noble to catch Solaria before she
completed her descent. He growled looking as Sol and Valentine were
walking away.

'Wait! What did she do to her?' Ky
called back to them. Sol didn't even turn around or stop walking.

'Ask her yourself.' Sol said as he and
Valentine disappeared from sight. Solaria stirred in his arms, her
eyes opening slowly.

'Sir...Ky...' She quickly pushed away
from him, a large blush across her cheeks, but he couldn't see it
from her head hanging low.

'Solaria...what did she do?' He swore
that if Valentine had harmed his servant in any way, he'd make her
pay.

'Nothing really, Sir Ky. Just passing
some information. It's too fuzzy to make out as she did it so quickly
I couldn't analyze anything.' Solaria lied. Valentine had parted
several images of her and her master fucking, and the feelings
brought on by the act, making Solaria wet between her legs but too
embarrassed to say.

'I...I...I'm going to get some rest,
Sir Ky. Thank you for helping me.' She was gone very quickly, leaving
a very confused Ky just standing there.

..........

The day of the Dragon Slayer Games had
finally arrived. Ky stood at the middle of the coliseum, in his
uniform which was immaculate in every way, ironed, pressed, and
clean. Solaria had avoided Ky for the rest of last night, but she now
stood by his side with her arms holding a grand sword with a wide
blade, about two and a half times wider than his normal training
sword. He started using heavier blades during real combat as a means
to slow his speed down so his opponents would have a fairer chance
when dealing with the Dragon Slayer Games. However, he only got more
proficient with the large blades and could use them equally now. He
could use his elegant style unrestricted no matter what now.

'Now that I think on it...his sword is
still bigger, but it must weigh only a little more than mine. We
should be on even grounds then...Kliff has found a good opponent, now
if only he was not nearly so rude...being late.' Ky thought to
himself. Some of the spectators were becoming antsy, wanting the
games to begin already. Many called Ky's opponent a coward. Ky was
about ready to believe it until he saw the man walk towards the
center from the large gates. Ky's eyes could not have looked more
angered, nor could several of the spectators believe what they were
witnessing: Sol strode up there in a wrinkled uniform but that was
not all. The coat had been cut in half with the middle removed along
with the collar and sleeves. Sol wore a long collared vest that
replaced the old collar, and the top and bottom connected. A skin
tight black shirt was fitted under the vest and covered his entire
arms, and he wore small white fingerless gloves with red plates on
the back of the hands, the fingernails of his shirt having metal
plating over them in an odd fashion design. Extra belts connected
from the front of his large buckle to the back end of his belts. He
wore his normal red boots instead of the standard issued ones.
Valentine followed right behind him, his weapon wrapped up in course
cloth but Ky noticed the shape was different and it looked even
larger then the white sword Sol had used the other time but could not
be fully sure with the weapon covered up.

'Well then...shall we get down to
business?' Sol spoke, a nearly spent cigarette dangling from his
lips. Ky growled his frustrations.

'What in God's name have you done to
that uniform?'

'Didn't like it. Too damn snug to fit
in the damn thing, so I modified it.'

'How dare you, Ogre...your sin is
beyond the grace of God...' Ky took his sword from Solaria,
unsheathing it and tossing the sheath away as he aimed it at his
opponent. Sol shrugged.

'Spare me your fucking nonsense.
'Sides...ain't that weapon pointed the wrong way?' He spat out his
cigarette and letting it fall to the ground, stomping it out with his
boot. Ky did know the infuriating man had a point. Valentine
unwrapped Sol's weapon, revealing that it was indeed not the same
white sword from previously. A massive black sword, still single
edged but not curved like the white sword, but had a straight edge.
The blade was thick and robustly designed, a very simple looking but
well made blade that gleamed dimly in the sunlight. The blade
attached to a large mechanical hand guard of red metal, the hilt
about twice as long as the previous weapon. Valentine shoved the
blade into the ground in front of her master like before. Ky could
see that the weapon was nearly as tall as his opponent. Sol grabbed
the hilt and pulled the weapon free, bringing it to his side with
ease. Solaria and Valentine had to retreat back to the stands to
watch the match begin.

'Fine. Let the score decide the
outcome.' Ky spoke as he turned around to face one of the caged gates
already hearing the Dragons snarls and growls from the other side.
Sol turned around, rolling his sword arm with ease as he worked out
the kinks. He spared no words as he faced the other caged gate. The
horns sounded loud and clear, and the metal gates were opened, and
four massive dragons were released. Two for Ky, the other two were
Sol's. Ky accessed then wasted no time in rushing towards the
lumbering brutes, while Sol twirled his blade to a standard grip and
putting his weapon across the shoulder as he accessed his opponents
before casually walking towards the enraged beasts. The dragons
snapped their jaws at Ky, who swerved free to thrust his blade
through the dragon's neck. It choked and gurgled on it's own blood,
before collapsing. At the same time the very ground seem to shake.
Explosion of dust and debris blocked the view. Once it cleared Ky
jerked his head to look at Sol, eyes unbelieving. Sol's blade was
embedded deep into the dirt, the Dragon he attacked having been cut
in half. The crowd all gave surprised sounds at the sight.

'He really did it...with one hand,
instantly slaying a dragon...' Ky had to regain his focus, turning to
the other dragon that was practically in his face. He quickly
retreated before the dragon could take his head, thrusting his blade
upward through the bottom of it's snout. He twisted the blade and
ripped it free to create a fatal wound. Before it hit the ground, the
ground shook again and erupted with dirt. Sol had clipped the entire
head of his dragon from it's body.

'Tie!' The announcer claimed. The games
were a best out of three. The last two also resulted in ties between
the two. Ky could only glare and become more aggravated with his
opponent.

'He...could have won those matches
easily...why is he holding back?' He could only stare at the sullen
and unrefined man stand there like nothing mattered.

'Sir Kiske, as the reigning champion,
you must choose how you want to end the tie breaker.' The announcer
claimed. It was the first time it happened.

'I'll challenge the man himself.' Ky
said, aiming his blade at Sol.

'Annoying...' Sol muttered.

'What's wrong, Sol Badguy? Can you only
fight mere monsters who have no intelligence over a Human who can
think on his feet?' Ky mocked.

'Whatever. Let's get this over with.'
Sol claimed, taking his blade off his shoulder and twirling it back
to an inverted grip. Ky growled as he rushed the man, turning to gain
momentum before he gave a devastating wild swing to knock Sol's guard
off and go for an opening. Sol smirked at this show of strength,
swatting the blade by the flat with his free hand. He thrust forward
with his foot, solidly connecting with Ky's stomach and knocking the
wind out of him. Ky retreated backward to regain his breath. Calming
down, he fought with more focused and precise attacks. Sol's style
was not one of grace, but his rough and unpolished swordsmanship was
astounding to the eye in a different way to Ky's. Their blades met in
flurry of sparks. Soon the battle turned to magic, Ky power over
lightning giving him an edge, but Sol's flame magic met just as well.
The coliseum ground was in shambles, Ky realized too late that Sol
was only matching their speed and power behind his strikes and magic
prowess, waring Ky out. He held his blade tall and proud, but his
breathing was ragged, while he saw Sol stand there hardly even winded
regardless of how hard they both fought, his breaths coming out
slightly harder than normal but otherwise fine. Finally did Ky take a
knee regrettably. All the crowd was in shock to see Sol the victor.

'My...some turn of the wheel of fate,
our new champion is...' Before the announcer could speak fully, Sol
interrupted him.

'Get on with it.' The man said in
annoyance.

'Uh...okay...then as champion, you can
choose anything you want as a gift as per the rules of the games.'

'I take her.' His sword aimed straight
Solaria in the stands. Both she and Ky looked mortified by this.

'No...that is not...' Ky was
interrupted.

'I can. As per the rules.' Sol said
simply. His words rang as loud as a dragon's roar in Ky's ears.

..........

It was late at night when Ky had heard
a knock at his door. The sorrowful man made his way to the door and
opened it, revealing Valentine.

'What do you want?' Ky spoke gruffly.
Valentine was unmoved by this.

'Come with me.' She said curtly.

'Why should I? Does your master want to
gloat about how he took my servant away from me? Even if she was just
a servant, Solaria...'

'She was someone precious to you. I
already know. Just follow me.' She began to walk away, and Ky didn't
want to, but followed anyway. She had taken him to Sol's room and
allowed him passage.

'Took your sweet time, boy.' Sol spoke,
laying casually on his bed. Ky's eyes widened considerably, his hand
going to his sword but not drawing it out. Solaria was kneeling on
the bed right beside the wanderer. She was naked, tied down by
several ropes and arms bound behind her.

'Solaria!! You damn monster!!' Ky spoke
through clenched teeth, seeing red.

'Better chill out. I haven't done
anything to or with her. Tell him, girl.' Sol looked to the Gear
beside him.

'It's true, Sir Ky. All he did was
strip and tie me up, but otherwise nothing more. Valentine has kept
me company.' She said, not sounding ill at ease or anything. It had
the proper effect, and Ky removed his hand from his sword.

'Sol...why have you brought me here?'

'I didn't command it. Your servant
wanted you to come to her. So that you can take her.'

'But...'

'And I don't mean just by taking her
back. She wants you to take her as a woman.' Those words made color
fill Ky's cheeks.

'Solaria...is this true? You already
know such a thing cannot be...'

'Sir Ky, I can't...I can't hold back my
feelings anymore...my desires. I want you! Please...take me.' She was
blushing too. She was both nervous yet at ease all at once.

'I...' Ky could not be sure how to
proceed any further. For nearly all his life he had given up his
desires, locking them away.

'Choose, boy. You can only have her
back if you take her. What'll it be, your own beliefs or desires?'
Sol looked dead even into the other man's eyes. Ky could not hold his
gaze, taking it to watch Solaria instead. She looked so beautiful,
bared to him like this, so enticing. It took a long while for his
internal struggle with his beliefs and desires to finally conclude.
He removed his sheathed weapon from his belt and walked to Solaria,
lowering his face to her own, a hand caressing her cheek.

'This is really what you want, isn't
it, Solaria?' He spoke softly as he held her gaze, though his
question was answered by the look in her eyes.

'Sir Ky...' Her mouth was sealed by his
as he kissed her gently. He heard Sol stand and walk away. Ky took
his place by his servant's side and still kissing her, his sword
clanging to the ground as he began to unbutton his shirt. As he
undressed and got naked, he heard the rustling of other clothes, and
had to stop what he was doing to look.

'W...What are you two...?' He saw Sol
and Valentine removing their own clothing.

'What? You think your the only one
allowed to have some fun, Kiske?' Sol called him by his last name,
completely naked save for his head piece.

'Seriously. This'll be too fun to pass
up anyway.' Valentine said, also in the nude like everyone else.

'Sir Ky...please, I'm already so wet.'
Solaria got his attention back, and he decided already to turn a new
leaf. He caressed the curves of his servant with his hands. Solaria
wriggled about in pleasure to his touch, her Gear strength breaking
the ropes that bound her easily and allowed her to touch Ky in turn.
The weight of the bed shifted a bit as Sol carried Valentine to it
and sat upon it as Valentine caressed his lap, kissing him with fiery
abandon.

'Does it feel good, Sir Ky?' Solaria
took a grip around his member, dainty fingers stroking his already
hardened shaft.

'It's wonderful.' He breathed out. She
was quickly taking initiative, so much of her sexual tension having
been repressed. She kissed her way down his muscular torso, until she
came lower past his blond bush to his erection. She began to lick at
the head, swirling her tongue around it and making him moan even
louder. While he was held captive to her ministrations, Sol and
Valentine were a bit more quiet but still wild. Her hands roamed at
his scarred back, nails running along the rough surfaces and corded
muscles. She was nipping at his neck and shoulder, drawing small
welts across his skin. His extra long tongue slithered across the
back of her neck as his large hands kneaded her breasts, while his
fingers pinched at her nipples. She kept nipping lower at his body
until she came down to his erection, messaging the large member with
her large tits and spitting along his shaft and the valley of her
breasts to lubricate them. She began to give him a tit fuck while she
licked and sucked at the head to keep it lubed along with her
breasts. Solaria finally entrapped Ky's shaft in her mouth, bobbing
her head up and down it's length.

'Oh...Solaria...if you keep doing it
that fast...' He couldn't finish his words, hands on either side of
her head to slow her down, but she would have none of it and
maintained her quick pace. He howled out his pleasure as he came in
her mouth, and she did not allow a single drop to escape as she kept
bobbing her head up and down, swallowing all of his release. He was
breathing raggedly from his release, finally gaining some conscious
control of his limbs and feeling Solaria slide up to give him a
chaste kiss to the lips. He had a pleasant smile on his face.

'I suppose one good turn deserves
another in return.' The blond spoke. It hadn't been too much longer
until Valentine got Sol to come in her mouth, sealing her lips
tightly along his shaft as her tits kept bouncing up and down the
rest of his length. Ky flipped positions so he was on top. He began
to fondle Solaria's breasts, trailing his tongue from her neck down
to the valley of her breasts and licking across them as he went down
lower until he came down to where her sex was. His tongue ran along
the sensitive folds, making Solaria moan at his own ministrations.
She soon felt lips over her own, seeing as Valentine was kissing her
upside down from her own position on the bed as Sol was eating her
out as well. The two Gears began to feel at each other's bodies,
groping, caressing, and kissing at one another until their masters
got them to come as well. Ky had finally got himself erect again.

'Solaria, I'm going to put it in.' He
spoke to her softly. Solaria nodded.

'Please. I want it inside me.' She
spoke.

'Have him take you from behind. That
way we can pleasure each other as well. It'll be fun.' Valentine
said, putting in her opinion as she crawled on the bed on all fours,
ass sticking out in the air for Sol to claim.

'...Okay.' Solaria did the same until
she was embraced by the other Gear, who was already kissing and
feeling her up. Sol and Ky got behind them, their erections finding
the entrance to thrust and penetrate. The two Gears moaned in each
other's mouths as they were taken by their masters. Every thrust made
the two's bodies crush against one another. While Solaria was quite
gentle, Valentine had a bit of bite in her. Solaria began catching on
and mimicking the ministrations received. Combined with their sexes
being filled with the sliding in and out motions of their masters
cocks, they came hard. Ky felt like his dick was on fire, knowing he
was very close. Sol was also feeling similarly. They both pulled out,
showering the two Gears in their come.

..........

'So, your going?' Kliff asked. Sol was
dressed in his shabby clothing from before, strapped down with some
weapons on his back.

'Yeah.' Sol drawled out. Kliff held out
his hand.

'Thanks for helping my student. Surely
this will strengthen him mentally, evening out his skills.' The aging
sword master said. Sol simply nodded and shook his hand. Ky came up
next, a neutral expression on his face.

'Next time you possibly come, I'll win
the next one.' The Noble said with complete seriousness. His eyes
seem to be aglow with the feint glimmer of lightning. Sol smirked.

'We'll see...Ky.' His gold eye seem to
shift for a split second, looking animal like and feral. Ky wondered
if it was just his imagination. The two shook hands and Sol stepped
away. Valentine and Solaria were talking to one another.

'I'm glad you got to experience all
that. We'll have another go if me and my master ever show up again.'
Valentine said, a smirk on her lips. Solaria giggled.

'I'm sure things will be even more
interesting the next time with all the changes Ky plans to implement
into the Nobles system.'

'Yep, counting on that! Well, see ya!'

...FIN...
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