Hamah, one of the big stars

Hauk straddled into the arena, unarmed and dressed in his loincloth.
The stands around the circular arena-ground were filled with people, all of them waiting for the fight. Seeing how barbarians were not too popular around here, a lot of spectators saw their chance to get even from a safe distance, and so screamed profanities at Hauk.

As he walked into the centre of the arena, a bottle hit the sand just a few feet from him, splitters of glass flying through the air.

Ignoring the cowards on the stands, Hauk came to a halt and waited for the woman that he was to challenge.

He had gotten the rules explained to him, while playing the role of a dim-witted barbarian, and they were pretty simple: both fighters were subjected to a spell that made sure that no bones would be broken, no bruises would be made, and no blood would be shed.

It would start of as a fight, sating the crowd’s hunger for ****, until one of the fighters decided to move on to the carnal part. That would go on until one of the two either surrendered if asked to do so, or passed out.

Now, the gate opposite to the one that Hauk had entered the arena from slowly opened, to rising cheers of the crowd. An announcer then called out across the arena: “Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Bums and wenches! Let me present to you the third most successful female gladiator this year! You know her, you love her! Scream your hearts out for HAMAH!”

When the announcer went quiet, a woman appeared out of the gateway.
As the woman now walked towards Hauk, the crowd began to chant “Hamah! Hamah! Hamah!” and whistle at her voluptuous shape.
The woman stopped walking just ten feet away from Hauk, and sized him up with her gaze.

Hauk did the same with her, greatly enjoying what he saw: The woman was of eastern descent, with long jet-black hair and slanted brown eyes. Her body was both greatly curved and toned, giving her a fit albeit feminine look. She was dressed in a tight dress, red in colour and with several clusters of gold-coloured patterns of flowers on it. The dress left her arms and legs bare and reached down from the base of her throat over her tits, where a cut left the cleft between her impressive tits bare, down to her waist, where it narrowed down into a thin, triangular patch that reached down just below her crotch. On her arms, she wore bracers that reached up to her elbows, while her legs were dressed in leggings that reached up to a few inches below her knees. Both the bracers and the leggings were made of the same cloth as her dress.
Like him, she was unarmed.

Hauk figured himself to have a good chance of winning, but winning in itself would not be enough for him. To ensure that he would get to meet Thyra, one way or the other, he realized that he had to win with style.

When Hamah then bowed down in greeting and followed that up by leaping towards Hauk, he acted slow, allowing her to hit him in the chest with her left foot, moving on past his back.

Twitching his body in the classic way that represents the movement of a startled man, Hauk saw Hamah’s right fist come flying towards, hitting him in the gut.
Again, she swirled past him.

This went on for a while, Hamah outmanoeuvring Hauk time and time again, landing punch after punch and kick after kick on him, to the apparent pleasure of the crowd.

Hamah was feeling a tad disappointed, this big dumb barbarian wasn’t proving to be much of a challenge. Oh well, she would soon end it and then fuck his brains out to secure another win.

She moved towards him again, planning to hit him square on the jaw with a powerful kick, and was therefore greatly surprised when he wasn’t where she expected him to be, having moved up behind her. Suddenly, she felt someone grabbing her from behind and then lifting her, tossing her through the air.

When she landed, she immediately began to get back up on her feet, when she felt someone slap her ass. Looking up, she saw how the barbarian was moving away from her, a grin on his lips.

Infuriated by his slapping of her ass, Hamah got up and lunged at him, but again he moved out of her way.

The crowd stopped cheering and screaming as they watched how Hamah tried to hit the barbarian time and time again, only to have him move out of the way.

Dodging each attack from Hamah, Hauk was pleased that his ruse had worked; he had played the role of a big, clumsy barbarian for enough time to make Hamah feel secure.
Now, it was soon time to move on to the fun part.

When Hamah came at him again, Hauk again dodged her and put out his right leg, tripping her.

As Hamah landed stomach-down on the sand, the bottom part of her dress hanging up over her back, revealing her hairless sex and tight little rectum, Hauk undid his loincloth and then stepped towards her, considering which of his powers that would be best suited to further enhance the fun.