Laios stood still, his eyes closed, even as three women diligently moved around, placing armour piece on his body after armour piece, double, or even triple checking after wards that each piece is also properly strengthened in its place, ensuring optimal protection and stability. All while he had a fourth woman lightly pressed against one of his flanks, her round belly indicating the late stage of the woman's pregnancy. And yet, as Laios would attest, her derriere was still round and perfect fit in his hand, calming his mind perfectly before the coming fight.
"That's enough Laios. Maya, go take a seat. He has had enough. It has been almost half an hour. Go rest your legs." spoke on of the other three, quickly earning a slight groan of disapproval from Laios, and immediate response from teh pregnant Maya. "Yes mistress." and with that, Maya extracted herself from Laios' hands and sat nearby, one of her hands landing on the round belly as she gazed at the remaining trio also finishing up their own tasks.
"Come here Fionna. I just know you wanted a bit of these magical hands of mine on that precious bottom of yours as well." Laios laughed as his hands were quick to move, catching the 'mistress' in their embrace and proceed to fondle those firm cheeks of the younger woman, causing her to both smile, as if actually achieving what she wanted, all the while pouting and berating the man.
"I need you to get serious you big dumb oak! This is the last fight and I hear that your opponent is a mountain of a man, even more so than you are! If you are actually not careful, you might die out there." she scolded, sounding actually worried. Not something she would show all too often. And that was quite telling. The woman had spent most of her life watching warriors fight to the death in the arenas and she had learned to evaluate the fighters quite well.
Losing the silly grin on his face and adopting a serious expression, he all the same kept lightly fondling the woman in his arms. "And I am. Trust me." his eyes were crystal clear, without the slightest hint of him fooling around, even as the hands kept their unholy work. "And besides, I remember all too well that you still want at least a few kids. And I am nothing if not a man who keeps his women satisfied." Replied, lifting her a bit higher to steal a long and passionate kiss, as Fionna's arms wrapped around his neck, a minute later releasing him to reach past the man, receiving a helmet from one of the other two women who had helped him get armoured up.
With the helmet on, Laios had no choice but to place Fionna on the ground, releasing the woman. He still had to finish his ritual and he had just enough time, his hands stretching to the sides, grabbing the remaining two and fondling their full breasts. "Wait for me my lovelies. Daddy will play with you all soon." He damn near purred as he was handed a shield, swords and a spear. Shield on his left hand, sword on his waist and spear in his right. He was armed, ready and locked, a sudden change of air around him coming to life as he stepped of the stone floor and on the sandy ground of the arena.
He could hear quiet sound of drums and a couple other instruments as he walked through the corridor, a light awaiting him on the other end. Soon enough, just a few steps before he exited, he heard the word poetry of the new announcer, the old man having died a few months prior. Age took them all, and this man had been no exception, but Laios had to admit, the new guy, while obviously green behind the ears and making a rookie mistake here or there, was a jewel in the rough. How did the old money kept finding them, he had no idea, but he would always be grateful for what he had. Of course, it would all be for naught if he went and died today, so his reminiscing and kind self went to sleep once again, giving way to Laios the Hungry, Laios the Hundred Slayer, Laios the Immortal. There were almost as many names for him as fights he had fought by this point, and that was well in the hundreds, with him emerging victorious every time. And there is was, the roaring applause and cries of adoration, calling for his presence.
Damn near ear deafening cheer exploded in the colosseum as Laios stepped inside the arena, his impressive frame dwarfing most other men. There, on the other side of the arena stood his opponent. Much like Fionna had said, the other fighter was a veritable mountain of muscles, some would say even more than him. And yet, for all that apparent disadvantage he seemingly had, being the smaller of the two giants, the crowd was chanting his name, his monikers. He was the champion. He was the pinnacle everyone strived to surpass. And today, he would become an immortal legend not only in the hearts of the fighters, but every spectator as well.
Ten years. Ten, long and bloody years he had held the title of the champion, crushing everyone who stood in his path towards the top, and then anyone who had tried to steal his place on the throne. And now, he walked over towards the wall, a decorative ornament standing there, one last 'fruit' on it remaining. He walked over, stabbed his spear in the ground, drew his sword and swung it, cutting the last fruit down. With the small ritual done, he turned around and walked over towards his opponent, reaching him a short few moments later.
The announcer was also done by this time, having said all he had to, a breathtaking silence washing over the place. Then, the old monkey's voice resounded over the arena, both chiding and mocking.
"Ten years. For ten years you have reigned. For ten years you have done as you wish, no greater fighter existing in this world. But ow, the irony. On the last day of your rule, I have found the one to take you down! I am still too young to retire, you upstart. Ha ha ha ha ha ha." he laughed. "Ergh- hemm." he cleared his throat a few moments later. "That enough waiting I suppose." he raised a hand of his, a drumstick like object in his hand. And a moment later, he truck a metallic plate a clear sound resonating across the colosseum.
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"I HAVE YOUR HEAD! DIE!!!!" screamed the enemy, his two handed axe cleaving down with extreme force. And yet, Laios the champion was here, not the lover, so it was relatively easy to avoid, all things considered. Then again, only he would be not only brave enough, but also skilled enough say such words, most other fighters would either already be chopped in half, or have their limbs broken. In the short span of several minutes, the enormous axe was swung time and time again, the speed or destructive power not lessening one bit. And as he dealing with the string of berserking trikes, every other strike feeling as though they became heavier and heavier, an interesting scene was forming on the old monkeys balcony.
"Ahh, Fionna dear, give grampa his dear grandson. I have missed him dearly!" the master of the colosseum spoke as he stretched out his hand, his gaze shifting between Laios and the four year old kid following Fionna.
"It would help if you stopped your effort on putting his father in the ground, you senile monkey." she scoffed, guiding the other three women from earlier along with her to the seats nearby.
"No can do. We made a deal and we both know he would never back down." Fenix, the colosseum master replied, his gaze lovingly settling on both his only daughter and her first(for the time being) son. Gods knew she was going to end up pregnant with the next any time soon, what with how often they did it. Once she had her three servant ladies sitting besides her, she sighed. "Wanna play with grampa Atlas?" and only upon receiving a nod from the kid himself, would he left go of the boy who stammered over towards Fenix, who quickly grabbed the boy and lifted in his lap, the fight happening in the arena open to the boys eyes.
"Bad Grampa!" the kid was smooth though, his small hands finding purchase in the older man's beard. "Why hurt papa?" he asked with clear confusion and clear dislike.
"Because he stole your mommy from me. Look how cold she treats me now. What if he steals your mommy from you too? Would you not want to punish him too?"
The question had been clearly well planned ahead of time, the kid stopping in his tracks, his small mind trying to wrap around the problem presented before him. And unfortunately, he was indeed stuck. He loved his parents, of that there was no doubt, both spending time with him as much as possible. His father had even started to teach him the way of the sword to protect both his mother and younger siblings in the future. He was the next man of the house after Laios, and that was a big responsibility, one Atlas would carry with pride and ease, much like his name suggested. His was a fate to carry the world on his shoulders, and so he would start with his family instead.
But if his father stole all of mothers attention, then some punishment would indeed be fair, but mom was angry at grampa, so he could not go and outright admit it, thus, a damning silence was all he could provide right now, earning a laughter from the elder man.
"Ha ha ha ha ha. It's fine kid. Your old man is as stubborn as a mule. There is no way he would just go and die that easily. I did not raise him like that. Nooo. He stole my daughter and now he will live his life making her happy. Or die trying. No middle ground allowed." the old man grinned, earning an eye roll from Fionna who was focused on the fight. but still listening to their conversation.
Meanwhile, the larger muscle mountain, wildly swinging his meat chopper like axe of insane proportions was slowin down. For as seemingly powerful he was, Laios had immediately found more than a couple of holes in his opponents attack and defence. He had initially thought that to be a trap, but now it no longer seemed so. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry, a single mistake deciding the difference between life and death, and he was totally looking forward to the promised special time with the twin slaves. Damn, he had been waiting for ages for Fionna to give him the green light, those two were hers after all and yet to join their fun even once.
Another thirty minutes later, covered in dust and sweat, he buried his sword into the skull of his opponent, ending the match, a roar of a majestic beast escaping his lips, drawing a cacophony of roars from the audience as well, concluding the match. A few minutes later, once the cheers and roars died down, Fenix standing at the front of his balcony, damn near victorious smirk on his face, skillfully masked by what appeared to be a scowl of once again foiled plan.
"Time and time again have you foiled me. There is no better tale than that of a new champion rising over the fallen body of the last one. And while I could never find a warrior to best you in combat, I can still do so in other ways. Now then, retired champion, I ask thee this, will you take what's already promised, or will you take this instead." he clapped his hands and from the same side the other fighter had come, a dark skinned goddess was brought out.
"Well?" Fenix asked as Laios eyes damn near devoured the perfection before his eyes. What better to ignite a man who had just gone through a deadly battle than new conquest of female form? Fenix had him this time, he was sure, only to almost squawk when Laios replied.
"A beauty near as fine as a lesser goddess no doubt. But I already have found mine." Laios smirked, his proud gaze locked on Fionna. His mind though was being honest, a slight spark there 'Look at her Fionna. I know you want her even more than I do. Does your old man not know who the real devourer among us is?'
"Tch. So be it Laios. The undefeated. The immortal. Let your legend be forever recorded on the walls of this sacred place. Let them sing songs of your valor and proves."
He then turned around and left the balcony. A real smile creeping across his aged features even as the cheers and roars deafened the stadium once more. 'tsk tsk tsk. My young protégé. Already close to your forties, yet still so simple and easy to read. You think I don't know? Think I am unaware of my own daughters appetite? Why else did I push you so hard, trained like my own son. I made you for her. You never knew it, but I will always have the last laugh. All your victories have always been mine to begin with.' Felix thought as he laughed. Damn, decades long schemes working as planned was far too fun. "I wonder if I have enough time for one more?" A savage grin crept on the old, dried up face as his mind whirled with pans.