it wont be easy

Eventually, Mira resigned herself to her fate, and she had no more tears to cry. She had dreamt of marriage, of finding a good man after all this was over, of the happy family they would make. She would be incognito in the remote village, she would marry a striving craftsman, and help him with his trade and with his finances. They would have three kids, two sons and a daughter. It was so unlikely, she was of noble birth and great renown, she didn't know who she would share this fantasy with, but it was her small illicit treasure. No more.

Marus, on the other hand, looked at himself in the mirror and cackled with the deviousness of his plan. The man that looked back was a stranger, a tanned foreigner with bronze skin, a bald scalp and large defined muscles. So what if she hated Marus, the Demon Lord? He would approach her in his disguise and seduce her. And if he ever tired of the game, then and only then there would be aphrodisiac cocktails, a walk by the various shades of lewdness, lets find what made her moan.

Mira was eventually brought down from her chains, and taken to the **** pens. She had her own cell, but right in front of her there were four men that probably served as gladiators, they certainly had the build for it, and wore little more than a loincloth. Mira let her hungry eyes dine on the eye candy, but she grew angry when she noticed they were doing the same to her nakedness. She turned her back on them as if her well-rounded ass was less of a temptation to these sex-starved hunks.

It started with leers and calling of names, but one voice got above the rest. "Are you idiots? the woman is here to die, just like the rest of us, and it is obvious she was roughed up. She will be here a long time, you can be jerks later." Mira turned to see the bronze giant and had to admit it was like watching one of the statues of old coming to life. It was strange, he was the only one down there that still smiled. So she did the same.

"Mira" she said simply, trying to cover her breasts and pussy with her arms as she faced the gladiators again. "Usmar" they continued with the small talk, sometimes with the participation of the other three gladiators, Asus, Adam and Ys. They had little in common, but they had an endearing crude humor that did the job in making her forget she was stuck in a dungeon.

Marus tried not to laugh at how easy this was. Even in the dark dungeon her beauty shined with unique brilliance. And if he loved how her defiant gaze challenged him, this laughter was no less appealing.