*The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows over the sandy floor of coliseum while you were held in a tight grip by Alma Elma. Your body was all beaten and bruised from the previous minutes of the fight. The heat around you was unbearable, making you sweat, and your desperate struggle only made it worse; the air was saturated with the strong aroma and musk of the succubus queen when she held you so close toward her.* *In one fluid motion Alma slipped an arm under your armpit and wrapp...