The next day, Jonas and company were sparring in the sand pits. However, there were more people than when it was just the three of Jonas, Ahmed, and Simon. To remedy this, they started laying claim to side-by-side pits, so they'd have enough room.

Ahmed stood in one pit, and although he hadn’t changed much over the past few months, his beard and his hair had grown longer, and his demeanor seemed much friendlier and more approachable than when Jonas had first met him. Ahmed was admonishing Simon for trying to use a wrestling move against him.

“Idiot,” he said while playing with his beard, “Did you really think you would get me into an arm bar?”

“Well,” Simon said, rather defensively, “Jonas did it, so I thought I'd give it a try,” Jonas chuckled at the conversation, but he also kept his eye on the second fight pit where Johnson and Pete were trying to bash each other’s skulls, under the watchful eye of Ralph.

Ahmed, Jonas, Ralph, Pete, Simon, and Johnson, were the six fighters that made up team Jonas, while spread around the fight pits were over a dozen fighters that made up team Wolf.

The good thing about cliques in Hell was that numbers weren’t a huge concern, and the results of a battle were more reliant on the personal strength of the leaders, and in Jonas’ case, they had two top-five fighters, while Wolf’s gang only had one.

“Pete,” said Ralph in a deep voice, “You can't just scream like a maniac every time you want to pump yourself full of Wrath. You need to feel it in your heart, and your belly. Let the anger fuel you, don't fuel the anger."

“Fuck,” Pete grumbled as he adjusted his eye patch, “Erik, watch where you're fucking grabbing.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” Johnson quipped. After sparring was over, the six fighters made their way to the gym, where they laid claim to a few bench presses and began their usual workout routine, and when the workout was finished, they made their way back to their various sleeping arrangements.

Although things had changed drastically for each of them, their routine had not, and when the day came to an end, Jonas was able to relax in his cage and enjoy a feast of rats and beer.

The routine should've repeated itself, he would close his eyes and drift off to sleep, only to wake up the next morning for sparring. However, something happened to Jonas that he had not been expecting, and by the time all the slaves had begun to snooze, a familiar low-ranking guard approached his cage and nudged Jonas awake by giving his cage a light kick.

“Wake up, Ariel, she wants to see you,” Jonas’ heart leaped as he lifted his head, he wondered if he'd misheard.

“Maybe I don’t want to see her,” he replied, but from the look on that gangster's face, the young man knew he didn’t have much of a choice. He got up, climbed out of his cage, and followed the guard to the area where the private rooms were.

His stomach was nervous as he approached Yotama Yuki’s door because he hadn’t seen her in nearly eight months since they had gotten into that fight that culminated with him punching her in the ribs and destroying all of her luxury furniture.

“Come in,” her voice was calm and professional, but Jonas could tell that it almost seemed a bit too professional like it was being used to hide nerves. He opened the door and closed it behind himself and came face to face with his former friend, Yuki, who was looking just as lovely as she usually did. Her long black hair was like a waterfall behind her shoulders, and she wore a short white night dress that reminded Jonas of something that a new bride might wear on her honeymoon.

For a moment, the two of them just stared at each other and didn’t say anything, and maybe it was because they were nervous, or perhaps they just didn’t know what to say. Jonas broke eye contact and looked around the room, he noticed that all the things he'd broken had been replaced. Along with a shelf full of various expensive wines, there was also a mahogany table that contained trays of treats, and he also noticed brand-new bedsheets and pillows on her gigantic four-poster bed.

“Sorry,” Jonas broke the silence. For a moment, Yuki opened her mouth to say something, but she closed it soon after. She was trying to think of something to say.

“I heard you beat Michael Davis. Even Wolf fought him before, and it wasn’t an easy win.”

“I did,” Jonas nodded, “No guarantees, but I think I could enter the top five any day now,” and although he hadn’t named any names, Yuki could understand the subtle meaning behind his words.

“Good,” she said, “Until that time,” Jonas was surprised that she was already dismissing him.

“Err,” he tried to say something, but the cold look on her face told him it was useless. “Goodnight,” and he turned on the spot and made for the exit.

“Wait,” she said suddenly, and Jonas froze on the spot while gripping the door handle. He turned his head and looked into her eyes. There was an obvious battle going on in her mind, one where she couldn’t decide whether to kill or kiss him.

“I’m sorry,” he said once more, “I shouldn’t have destroyed your stuff,” and he felt rather guilty knowing that he had disregarded her hard work by trashing the thing she earned on her own. “It’s not easy being a slave, and it’s even harder being both a woman and a slave. These luxuries around you, you’ve earned them, and I shouldn’t have destroyed them like they were nothing.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” she said grumpily, “But, they’re just things, I guess, and I’m sorry too.”

“For what?” asked Jonas, he had completely forgotten about what she had said to him.

“I insulted your friend, remember? You had gone to rescue him, and I said he wasn’t worth risking the plan over,” and the memory dawned on Jonas, who nodded.

“No big deal,” said Jonas, “It’s pretty easy to undervalue the life of a slave,” he added, “I can’t blame you for putting your interests ahead of him.”

“That’s not it!” she said loudly as she took a step towards him, “I wasn’t worried about the plan being ruined.”

“Then what were you worried about?”

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“You, you idiot,” her cheeks were pink, and her expression was still angry, but Jonas could tell that she was fighting back a smile.

“Me?” he made a skeptical face, “Why would you worry about me?” and he began walking towards her.

“Don’t make me say it out loud, stupid boy,” she grumbled, but her feet betrayed her voice and she edged closer to him.

“Boy?” he looked offended, “I’m nineteen. My birthday was a few weeks ago.”

“Happy birthday,” her voice was quiet, and her tiny body was close enough to be overshadowed by his.

“Thanks, Yuki,” he said, “I spent it in a cage while drinking shitty beers with my smelly friends. So, overall, it was a pretty good birthday,” and she giggled.

“How about celebrating it with good wine, and a friend who doesn’t smell so badly?” Her hands gently pressed against his chest, and she stared up into his eyes.

“Only if I can have some birthday treats,” Jonas smiled, “You know I can’t say no to custard,” his muscular arms wrapped around her neck, and he pressed his forehead against hers. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes, and they used their blinking eyelashes to speak the words they couldn’t say out loud.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, as her hands slipped up from his chest, caressing his neck until they found his soft cheeks.

“Doesn't matter,” he whispered back, “I’m here, now,” and suddenly he pressed his pink lips against hers. For one shocking moment, Yuki felt as if she might fall over as her legs became weak, but Jonas slid a hand onto the small of her back and squeezed her against himself. Their moist lips smacked together, and their eyes were held tightly shut.

Jonas felt her tongue slide into his mouth and he returned the favor, wet, and softly they played tag. His hands grew impatient to explore, and one slid down to touch her ass, while the other stayed to caress her cheek.

The kissing became passionate as they put force into each other’s bodies, and although they were both trying their best to be gentle, the two caged fighters couldn’t help but flex as they took turns trying to dominate each other with passion.

Yuki’s hands fell to his collar, and with one fluid motion she tore his shirt in two, and Jonas would have done the same, but she was wearing her favorite nightie, and he didn’t want to start another half-a-year argument when they had finally made up.

Instead, he grabbed the flowing skirt that fluttered around her thighs and slowly pulled it over her head, and her flawless body was exposed. Her breasts were pulled up with the dress, and they dropped spectacularly.

One hand moved to caress her chest, and he began kissing her neck. The other hand was working her white thong that felt like it was lost between her plump ass cheeks.

Yuki pushed him onto the bed, but instead of jumping him, she turned on the spot and slowly arched her back as she bent over in front of him. Her two thumbs pulled the thong down, partially showing her private spot, until they hit the floor and all was revealed.

She turned around and crawled on top of him, and he edged back on the bed until his head hit the pillow. She became impatient to taste him, so she bit his chest and sucked his tanned skin, slowly making her way further down his body, until her hands fastened around his pants, and she pulled them off.

Like a great sword unsheathed, Jonas’ cock sprung outward at full attention, and Yuki wasn’t sure if it was even possible to fit it in her mouth. She started at the base, and the tip of her tongue slowly licked the shaft right to the tip, causing Jonas to moan in ecstasy, and she tried to fit the entire manhood inside but found she was unable. Instead, she focused on sucking the tip, and her hand slid down her leg, parting her lips, and she began rubbing herself.

Jonas felt his toes curl into the silk blankets, he watched as Yuki use her tongue to swirl around his cock head, and it was erotic enough to make him feel hornier than he had ever felt in his entire life.

“Come here,” he whispered as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in. He positioned her so that she was straddling his face, and then he went to work. His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly onto his mouth as his tongue licked from bottom to top, and he began eating her out.

Yuki covered his eyes with her hand because she didn't want him to see the expressions she was making, but that didn’t stop Jonas from hearing every single moan of pleasure that escaped her mouth. She couldn’t help but buck her hips and grind her clitoris against his tongue, so he pushed against it. Wet juices were dripping down his mouth, and he could hear that she was starting to pant.

“I’m cumming!” she said with bated breath, “I’m cumming!” Jonas slipped a finger inside of her, as he gave one last push against her tip, and felt her entire body quiver with electricity, as her orgasm stampeded and caused her to convulse with pleasure.

She nearly fell over, but somehow managed to hold herself upright, and she could barely open her eyes as she tried to concentrate on the perfect feeling she was having. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked down and saw the longingness, and affection in Jonas’ blue eyes, and she slid down his body and kissed him passionately, letting her love juices coat her lips as she showed him her appreciation.

Jonas grabbed her tiny waist and turned her over in one quick motion, and then he was on top of her, and his gigantic manhood was laying on her stomach, as he kissed her lips and fondled her breasts.

“I want you in me,” Yuki’s hand slid down to his firm ass as she tried to push him inside, but he was being a tease and instead of penetrating her, he held himself up and looked down at her with a smirk.

“Beg me,” he said, and she could tell that it wasn’t an option.

“Jonas,” she pleaded as she once again tried to force him inside of her.

“Beg me for it,” his beautiful eyes were narrowed and seductive, and Yuki couldn’t help but go crazy as she longed for the feeling of being filled by him.

“Please, fuck me,” she finally gave up because her sin was Lust, not Pride. At the exact moment that Jonas’ head penetrated her slippery womb, neither of them noticed that their Sin Scars had begun to glow brightly.

Yuki’s eyes rolled back as she felt him slowly push his entire shaft inside of her, spreading the walls of her pussy apart, and nearly splitting her at the seam. Jonas couldn’t tell whether she was moaning in pain or pleasure, but he knew that sometimes the two feelings were hard to distinguish. After a moment, he reached the endpoint as his smooth pubic region pushed hard against her own, and the tip of his cock kissed the back of her pussy.

Jonas gave her barely a few moments to adjust before he pulled out and pushed back in. Every time he did so, Yuki swore she was going to die of pleasure, and the sounds that escaped her lips were like a siren song that fueled him to go faster and harder.

His body flexed and pushed against her, his balls slapped hard against her ass, and his shaft continuously filled her over and over again.

Neither of them was aware of how long they had been fucking, but they did know that it had been a very long time, as their bodies were covered in layers of sweat, the sheets were soaked with sex, and Jonas had a look in his eye that told Yuki he was ready to explode at any time.

She got on top of him, and began riding him like a cowgirl, her plump ass bounced up and down erotically, and the feeling of being in control drove her wild as she bucked like crazy.

“Cum, baby,” she said, “Cum for me,” and Jonas couldn't hold back even if he wanted to. He began humping her as fast as he could, and he looked up and saw her sexy face, her daring eyes begging him to explode, and her bouncing tits that were crying to be fondled.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of pleasure build up in his loins, and it quickly rose, causing his toes to curl and his muscles to quake with anticipation as his eyes met hers.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned in a husky voice, “I’m cumming!” His body convulsed as he released the most powerful orgasm he ever had in his life, and it took half a minute of heavy breathing, moaning, and grunting before Yuki could be sure it was over.

His head hit the pillow, and he struggled to catch his breath, and Yuki bent down, so she could kiss him gently. As their lips came apart, she lifted her ass, and Jonas felt his manhood slide out from her body, and it deflated and flopped against his leg. A gallon of thick white seed began to leak from her lips, dripping down onto the sheets as if someone had turned on a faucet.

“Sorry,” he said with a sexy smile, “I messed your bed up, again."