"Don't worry about her," Arkan assures Lorielle, putting a clawed hand on her shoulder. "Shir-Si's just there to warm up the crowd for us. At this point, they'll be hungry for everything we show them. And the performers are hungry too," he added with a bit of a growl.

Before Lorielle could say anything, Racio's voice boomed over the speakers. "And now, my dear guests, we have a very special treat for you all. For the first time, introducing our newest addition, a rare and illusive creature of legendary beauty. Please welcome, for her first appearance - a real-life Star Faerie - Star Dancer Blossomworth!"

"Don't worry about the name," Arkan whispers to her as he leads her out. "It's all part of the show." The crowd shifts and "ooh"s in surprise, cheering as the pair walk out on stage. Classical music begins to play, starting off soft, but slowly gaining volume.

Lorielle still seems unconvinced about following Shir-Si but it seems like there is no choice about the matter now. She's not surprised at all when Racio introduces her by a stage name - after all he did the same for Shir-Si.

She walks with Arkan out to the center of the ring.. and pauses a moment as the music begins. She's danced to music before, but unlike dancing to the stars - she needs to hear and learn the melody and rhythm. She does so easily though and steps gracefully into the music. Similar to the practice, she moves with exceptional grace, arching her back and stretching her legs in provocative poses. The scarves she added to her bikini bottom flutter around her, flowing behind her as she moves easily to the music.

Then Arkan steps up to her, and begins to twirl her and lift her. From there, the energy of the dance grows more sensual.. more erotic. There is definite chemistry between these two.. a chemistry that everyone in the arena can feel - from the audience, to the other performers to the crew hands helping to set up between acts.

Arkan moves to toss Lorielle in a spin, but rather than landing, she extends her wings, and spins across the arena. The scarves make a spiral behind her as she floats over the crowd, just barely out of reach - but letting the crowd see and experience her beauty, grace and sexuality up close - before coming to rest again in Arkan's arms.

Almost as if on cue - the music starts to change it's rhythm and pattern...

As the dance grows more and more charged, so does the attention of the crowd. Most are straining whatever parts of their body they can to get a better view of the pair dancing below - or, more specifically, the female of the pair. They soon don't have to, as she comes gliding out over them. By now, even the more skeptical members of the crowd have given over to the "illusion" of her fairiehood. Hands and claws and tentacles reach out from the crowd below towards her, as if they can touch the magical, sensual energy she trails behind her.

As Lorielle lands, the music begins to change. It becomes quicker, and more intense, but also more intimate. A single horn begins go carry the melody. Arkan's body shifts with the tone. He moves in closer behind her, pressing his body into her back. His breath begins comes faster and heavier, and there's a clicking to it, somewhere between a purr and a growl. His hands begin to move over her bare arms, caressing her skin, before one comes across her midsection. He holds Lorielle to himself as his body turns her slowly to the side. His head presses in next to her's.

Lorielle revels in the energy she feels from the crowd as they reach for her - an energy that feels warm and strong, almost like bathing in the solar winds that are her home. It is only the music that carries her back to Arkan's arms.

As he presses against her, and wraps her arms around her - she gasps and lets out a whimpering little moan that only Arkan can hear. He can feel her body melt into his, pressing back against him as if they were meant to meld together. Even if the audience can't hear or see the subtelties of what is happening, there is no way to miss the sexual tension building between the two performers. Slowly, sensually, Lorielle sways in his arms, her shapely rear rubbing against him and he can feel the warmth of her skin through whatever he is wearing.

As Arkan leans in beside her, her mouth opens as she tries to breathe, her head turning slightly.. tilting up towards his - as if begging to be kissed hard.

Arkan pushes his body back against hers. His thin suede vest lets his firm pectoral muscles press into her back, and his bare, muscular arms press in around her, holding her tightly. His light pants do little to hide his arousal, as a firm hardness starts to rise from between his legs, and press into her backside.

The muscular beastman leans in towards her. His fangs gleam as his head moves closer and closer to hers. His breath tickles her lips, and his hair brushes hers. He moves, his lips just inches from hers. Suddenly, his hand raises up, and with a firm grip, seizes her bikini top. He effortlessly yanks it away, exposing her bare breast to the crowd, who immediately cheer. He lets the round, supple orb hang naked for a moment, its glory on display to the crowd, before he seizes it roughly in his hand and begins to squeeze.

Lorielle learns closer to Arkan..closer.. her lips about to touch his.

When suddenly he rips her top off! Lorielle gasps, standing there in shock as her breasts are revealed to the crowd, the sparkling piercings dangling freely from obviously erect nipples. "Arkan.. what are you doing?" she whispers frantically as she attempts to continue dancing while trying to reach up to cover herself.

Of course, Arkan has an arm around her waist, holding her pinned against him, one arm trapped under his grasp. Then he begins to roughly grope and squeeze her large mounds, causing her to cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Her free arm tries to pull his hands away from her breasts - but her strength is nothing compared to the beastman's.

All thoughts of the dance are gone now - as she just attempts to escape Arkan's grasp.

Arkan doesn't answer her demands. He only grins as she pushes against his grip, her lithe form unable to overpower his muscles. In a lightning-fast instant, his hands go to her wrists. They quell her arms' struggles as he pulls them out to her sides. He holds her in front of him, her tits now totally exposed to the onlookers, who sound more than appreciative about the view. The crowd cheers and stamps their feet.

"Look at those tits!" people cry out from the stands. "Strip her!" "Show us that pussy!" "Fuck the little slut!" "Rape her!" The crowd shouts and cheers on, but the rest of the crew make no move to interfere. If anything, Racio seems to be whipping them up, encouraging them to cheer louder.

Behind her, Arkan leans in closer. His breath brushes over her shoulder. Then, he licks her neck. His tongue is rough and flat and warm, lapping long and firmly at her pristine flesh.

Lorielle cries out in shock when Arkan suddenly pulls her arms out wide, not only baring her to the crowds gaze.. but arching her back slightly so as to force her breasts out further and make them look even larger.

She blushes at the crude comments from the crowd - begging Arkan to strip her.. rape her. Her body trembling in his grip even as she keeps trying to struggle. She tries to fly.. but her wings are pinned between them. She tries to kick back at him to get room for her wings - but he either blocks or shifts so that her kicks land harmlessly against his strong muscles.

When he licks at her neck though - her body shudders, no longer in fear, but in arousal - and a rich, melodic moan echoes from her throat - inciting the crowd even further.

Arkan grunts as the Faerie struggles in his grasp, trying to kick backwards at him. He shifts away from her blow, letting it glance off his side harmlessly, and jostles her in his grasp. With her balance thrown off, he holds her up, keeping her from getting into a good position of attack.

"What's wrong?" he growls hungrily. "I thought you Faeries like getting fucked. You'll love it, sure enough. So will they." One of his hands releases her wrist, and quickly moves down to her crotch. He extends a finger, and presses it against her bikini bottom, roughly pressing against her nethers through her last meager shred of clothing. He starts to rub her, while the other hand holds her in place almost effortlessly.

Lorielle blushes even deeper at Arkan's crude words. Yet there is some truth that Faeries are highly sensual creatures - sex and orgies among the clan are common practices. "But..everyone...I ... we're supposed... to be dancing... why..." she says, her thoughts confused and broken by the conflicting fear and arousal in her body.

That is until he starts to rub her through her bikini, causing her to squeal. Her hips arch up into his touch and he can feel that she is already very wet. Through the fabric, he can find the gem piercing her clitoris. His touch causes the piercing to pull and twist her clitoris, causing Lorielle to make little bell-like cries of pleasure.

As much as she is protesting, it is obvious to Arkan and to the audience that Lorielle's body is enjoying this.

Arkan grins wide as he hears her protesting, and her yelps of pleasure. "We're gonna do a different dance now," he tells her. His hand continues to rub against her loins, feeling her wetness through the thin cloth over her sex.

His fingers suddenly slip under the garment and touch her pussy directly, running along her lips. They move up and rub her clit, before trailing back down. His claws tease her entrance, never penetrating her but coming close. Her leaking juices coat his fingers, and by the time he pulls them back, they're drenched in her cream. He raises them to Lorielle's lips and forces them into her mouth, making her taste herself. As he does, his other hand moves to her crotch. He grips her bottoms, and yanks them free, leaving her totally naked before the cheering crowd.

Lorielle makes melodic mewling cries as Arkan rubs her through her panties before slipping his fingers under the fine gold mesh fabric. His claws make her tense - so dangerous near such sensitive parts of her body. But he plays her body like a maestro, teasing her folds, scratching at her pierced clit. Her juices run heavily over his hand, starting to run down her thighs in rivulets that even the audience can see.

At first Lorielle closes her lips and shakes her head, trying to avoid Arkan making her suck her own juices. But when he rips off her bottoms, leaving her naked to the audience she gasps - allowing him to drive the fingers into her mouth. Instinctively her lips close around his digits.. her tongue curling over them, licking up her juices and sliding between his fingers in a sensual caress.

The audience roars as she is stripped naked and as the faerie starts to respond to Arkan's expert touch. Quite a few of the males are obviously aroused - many of them pulling their cocks out and stroking them right in front as they cheer Arkan on. "Look at that Faerie Slut! Rape her good! Fuck that sweet pussy! Come on.. give us a chance!" they yell - clearly hoping that they all can get their own turn at that faerie pussy.

Arkan growls as he starts to push his finger into Lorielle's sex. His sharp claws constantly threaten to puncture her delicate flesh, but he moves with grace and skill, rubbing and pleasuring her folds without a hint of pain. The only discomfort he might give her is the knowledge that she's about to be raped before a live audience.

"You hear that?" he sneers. "These people are just dying to do what I'm going to do to you. Can't say I blame them. They should join the circus, if they're so eager. After all, we're all going to get a turn with you." He moves his fingers inside her mouth, pressing them against her lips and her tongue and her teeth, feeling her wet maw inviting him in. "Your mouth is nice. It's too bad I'm not gonna fuck it tonight. But, I'm sure your cunt will be just as welcoming." He takes his hand from her mouth, and moves it to her breast, squeezing again. His fingers are covered with her saliva, and he smears it across her large, round tits. His member is fully erect by now, pressing fervently against Lorielle's backside, begging to be freed and put to work.

Lorielle is very tense and still as Arkan's claws push inside her. She stops her struggles, afraid that he might puncture or tear her if she moves too much. Of course he is skillful, and doesn't damage her, but instead helps to arouse her body to a fever pitch.

"Please.. not in front.. of.. everyone.." she begs softly, her body trembling like a taut string - very fast and slight, but easily felt by the male behind her.

She lowers her head, trying to hide as she listens to the crowd urging Arkan on.. saying such crude things.. wanting to take their turn with her.. even masturbating in front of her. When Arkan tells her that ALL of the performers (and crew perhaps) will get a turn with her, she gives a whimpering plea, shaking her head.

She moans around his fingers as he explores her mouth. Despite herself, her body responds to his skillful touch, her tongue dancing over his fingers, licking and sucking at them as if she were sucking his cock instead. She can feel that large, hot bulge against her rear. Instinctively her hips begin to move, rubbing it against her crack, grinding against him to arouse him further.

"Your voice is asking me to stop," he teases her as he squeezes her tits and fingers her pussy, "but your body is begging me to fuck you." His finger presses against her walls, spreading her labia. Everyone in the audience can see how he's pressed his digit inside her. The fingers of his other hand pinch and twist her nipple. "You Star Faeries are creatures of the stars. Your very genes know the way this works. Out here, the strong like us take what we want. And for beautiful women like you, that means we take you."

He suddenly removes his hand from her sex, and places them both against her back. With one forceful movement he pushes her to her knees, and then shoves her forward. With a swift movement, he tears away his pants. His cock bounces free and stands tall, long and thick and crowned by a wide, angled head. The crowd goes into a fit as he towers over her, grinning down, his rock hard member angling towards her raised crotch.

"Looks like The Maned Menace is tired of foreplay!" Racio announced, egging the crowd on further. "He wants his prey, and he's going in for the kill. Should we let him have it?!" The crowd cheers wildly for Arkan to get on with it."