The cheering began! A jubilant cacophony of noise that stemmed from the countless upon countless spectators saturating the stands in the oval shape of the Draxi Arena.
In the sky, not a cloud could be seen. Only an endless ocean of light blue flooded the sky, apart from the orb of brilliantly glowing, yellow-gold that hung high in the sky, bathing the world in light and heat. In this desert climate; especially heat.

Soon, it was evident what had caused the sudden surge of excitement from the onlookers; The reigning champion, Dasa, the Harbinger to the Queen, had effectively impaled the challenger, a Reptilian Shura from the west, with his own weapon. Blood, crimson read, spattered onto the sands behind the reptile, while hissed out a death shriek before going limp upon his own sword. Dasa, apparently unarmed during the match, shoved him off of the sword and unceremoniously tossed the bloodied blade aside into the sand, before he walked back out of the arena, the cheering of the crowd ringing in his ears. He was still in a state of battle induced rage when he came to his quarters, the first thing he did upon entering was to completely destroy the door to his modest, near bare chambers at the arena's dungeon.
Within, upon his rough, coarse bed that was easily several inches too short for him, sat none other than the ruler who the Gladiator's pledged their lives to prior to a fight. Queen Vaxi of Draq'Nara sat cross legged upon his thin, threadbare linens, utterly naked, and wearing little to no jewelry. This was no uncommon occurrence; the Queen had what some might even call a responsibility every single week after Dasa fought in the gladiatorial pit. It involved ensuring that his battle induced rage did not harm anyone. Since his soul-bound contract with her made him utterly incapable of harming her, even when in a completely mindless state of murderous rampaging, the Queen is the most logical person to calm him down. This was how their initial relationship began. A chore, became a delightful event that both parties looked forward to a bit more than they might should have.

This time, would be very different, however.

"Well done, Dasa. Yet another challenger to your title lies dead in my sand and as a result, the impending war with Shuraya has been averted. They must now adhere to my demands, or face judgement from every nation on Galora."

"I live to serve, my Queen." Was all Dasa said before he began to fumble with his leather straps, his tense demeanor causing him to be unable to control fine motor skills. Vaxi got up and walked over to him, and did it for him, unstrapping one harness after another, until his armor lay in a heap int he right corner of the room, leaving him in nothing but the support harness used to attach all of his armor pieces to. He seemed to never remove this particular part of his armor, so Vaxi never did try to remove it.

"Yes, of course you do, handsome. It is in your contract. But I want to know something. Underneath the soul-binding contracts and the magical limitations, and the curse that forces you to obey my every command, however vile it may be, without question or hesitation...Despite that...Do you care about me?"
Dasa's mind seemed to flicker a moment, before his eyes yet again narrowed into that look he gets when he's ready to kill someone or something with his bare hands. Vaxi sighed, looking up at the massive canine, before walking back to the bed. She crawls onto it, on all fours, before looking over her shoulder to where Dasa still stands, staring at her with that murderous look of dangerous lust for blood and battle. But Vaxi does exactly what she knows will tame the beast and allow him to think straight. To use her body to quell the blood-lust, and let the haze lift from his eyes. She wiggles her plump ass in that inviting way, that is a silent, but crystal clear message to him, that it's time for him to mount her. And he doesn't hesitate, nor question. He obeys immediately, and is upon her in a matter of seconds, his cock long since grown to full erection by merely being in her nude, wholly exposed presence.
She whimpered, knowing full well what was about to come. Thank the stars that her demigod body withstood more punishment than the average mortal; he was violent, to an almost crazed degree!
The thrusting into her was nothing short of carnal. Like a beast utterly devoid of care or reason. He wrapped one single, strong hand around her entire waist, and held her firmly whilst using her body as little more than a soft, wet, willing hole to pleasure himself with. Normally, for safety reasons, Vaxi had the large brute finish outside of her for the shere fact that not every aspect of Dasa's equally immortal stature in the world, was known to Vaxi. She knew most everything there was to know about Galora, but beyond Galora was a complete mystery to her, and where Therions like Dasa were from? Was a place she'd never even heard myths about before she employed Dasa and signed a contract with him. She didn't know what would happen, but for some reason, something inexplicable changed her mind that day. Something drove the words 'Don't pull out. I command you to breed me! Fill me up!' to leave her maw. And yet again, with no hesitation, and no question, Dasa obeyed with a groaning "Yes, my Queen!", and with one final thrust that sent the knot careening into Vaxi's stretched, abused cunt, Dasa's load flooded Vaxi's depths in a torrential flood of fertile Therion seed that splashed to the furthest reaches of her womb. So much erupted into the Queen's slit, that even once she was filled to absolute capacity, more still packed itself into her, forcing the excess to squirt and sputter out of her, splattering across Dasa's muscular pelvis, huge balls, and the dirty sheets upon which Vaxi was kneeling, her hands balled into fists and clinging to the bed sheets for dear immortal life as Dasa impregnated his monarch.
Almost immediately upon orgasming, Dasa repeated the process, again, and again, until the sun had long since set above the land and all present arena caretakers, straggling spectators, and imaginative kids playing gladiators in the deserted arena, had long since succumbed to exhaustion and headed to bed. Only when the sun was threatening to end the Moon's rule over the skies, did Vaxi finally wake up to a lucid, calm, and collected Dasa, who sat naked still upon the edge of the ruined, splintered remains of what was once his bunk, cum absolutely everywhere; walls, cieling, floor, him, her, everything.
"...I got carried away....sorry...."

Vaxi's eyes winked open and shut a few times before her sleep-addled mind comprehended that he was capable of proper speech at last. She stretched, the sloppy, slurpy noise of her body grinding against cum soaked sheets evident to both parties before she sat up, most of her normally pristine, pearlescent white fur was mattet in off-white remains of Dasa's cum.
"You should know by now that there is nothing to apologize for, Dasa."
"Yes, well...last night was different.....Why?"
Vaxi looked at him, confused.
"Why, what?"
"Why did you not order me to pull out like you normally do? What changed?"
Vaxi smiled, came over to him and settled in his lap, cuddling into him. They both absolutely reeked of sex, sweat, cum, and dirt, but neither seemed to care much. "Isn't it obvious, you big oaf? I have chosen you."
"Chosen me? For what?"
"For being the one to sire my heir of course."
"...What!?"