As Queen held an interview with Nyana about her slave attributes, the Icewalker looked surprised, not negative or positive, on prospect while Nyana smiled and replied; "Oh, he indeed can be jovial and is rugged like a bear rug. But like a rug, you need to break quite a bit of ice layer from polar bear fur before being able to make it into a fine rug."<br/><br/>The short runt displayed no fear or hesitation; merely defiance to Queen's words and Nyana whispered to her; "Do not provoke him with a good time, as the thing is; he sold himself to me with promise everything that is inflicted upon his body, his nemesis suffers tenfold. He despises demonkind, Malfeas, and hates everything around him but he sold his obedience, nothing more. Not his love, not his heart nor soul, hatred comes free as sauce atop obedience. He's shining knight, a hero, who saw no other option to gain revenge than sell himself to gain justice what he sought."<br/><br/>The fey foundling remained calm as a pond as the queen spoke of removing his thinking ability and turning into an animal, Nyana shrugs and replies; "Perhaps, if you want to turn him into animalistic and thus provide more lively emotions what he has now is up to you. Albeit pity lose that calm mind space he has on undertaking tasks as that's a rarer trait to train on your pets than turn them into wild rutting animals."<br/><br/>Nyana nods and then looks at the slave and gestures to come forward. The man with a smirk and smile beats his chest firmly and says; "If you want to gorge on meat, you can always get the bulls. But does size ensure quality in texture and taste? I doubt it! But I sure know mine is the most delicious! I was raised by cannibals and we know all about preparing dishes from man-flesh! More so my heritage includes mixing the best of mortal virile warriors with a throbbing heart of a godling in my creation and birth! So I would be honored if my cock is offered and I will cook it myself by using a family recipe if allowed to do so! The flesh needs to be honored above all, more so yours own when given on as an offering to please, whether in carnal fashion or in dinner plate!"<br/><br/>So far as Queen sensed, the man spoke the truth and it was unmitigated and unmasked directly from the hearth, a true devotion to fiendish levels and pride on self eclipsing even exalted level arrogance yet bound as a slave. Having slave pride similar to Ozymandias in sense, but different; as he was not raised a slave and Nyana can confirm he has not raised a slave but rather lost a direct honorable duel against her with each other's bodies in line as a trophy.<br/><br/>As Queen requested, all men did praise their qualities of cocks in size, the way they treated or trained them, or their diets. But so far the last man's devoted speech had got most charisma and fire, second best came from the runt who simply said; "My cock shall choke you as you try to eat it and make you enjoy it!" The fierce brimstone crackle and defiance perhaps good spice compared to others trying to appease the Queen. In regards removal of minds, all were on some level okay with it (some less so, the last one felt it bit more like loss of his glory if turned a mere beast, even if glorious physically), but the most impressive one was the calm devil-blood who calmly said; "Mind is merely an illusion, removing it you would just unveil true nature of my soul."<br/><br/>Andras as cockspector was sent to study all candidates and he finishes the inspection and says; "All have top tier cocks, size differences aside, it's comparing apples with oranges, flavors mostly. Only the fourth one I would call closest to vanilla, boring one, but functional and average size which is normal standard mortal stock if want seeks such flavor. He is circumcised but ball sack size is bigger than average, so thus the size of his nuts if not the tree is impressive from a mortal. Knowing your preference, eliminating those without foreskins would be easy but also fixing that minor flaw would be an easy task to add to the list of preparation. My suggestion is to judge based on the spirit and character of the whole package than just cock, albeit Grapes may have more insight into the nature of the spirit of their cocks than I do as he can sense his domain more clearly. After brief mental communion, according to him most promising spirit is in the fourth and last one." Andras gave a neutral report, professional without any biases nor favoritism, including fellow icewalker.<br/><br/>Once breeding was done, and passed out Nyana was removed from the arena by her neomah's and carried out while leaving a trail of cum dripping from her abused sex. From way, she was she unlikely will be able to judge the remaining events or wake up a day or two. Andras other hand felt immense burning shame which almost matched the green radiance of the green sun in brilliance, as twins words slashed at him, he stoic silence accepted their shouts and arguments, as both were right. He and the cock he carried,<em>had failed</em>. As a man he failed to master his desires, his cock failed from obeying his will and control. An unworthy knight who could not master steed and unworthy steed with zero obedience to a knight. No forgiveness in Andra's mind, the only redemption was to do what Queen commanded; win the cockfight, or else he fails on even keeping his word even the third time!<br/><br/>Meanwhile, in the shadows of the crowd, Ozymandias greets the boy-queen and answers to the passionate kiss and replies; "I shall remind him, love, which still burns in me and you in him. Then we shall spend time together, one final time, before your form is presented to Andras for final judgment on how he will go. As I am certain he will be triumphant in the second last stage."<br/><br/>However, as Hellwhore who had recovered and dutifully cleaned his cock and polished it ready for final matches was scared, sensing Hellwhore, his adopted sons fear, towards the twins whose voices started to rise to levels able to tear flesh he felt the need to protect the most helpless of the three sons; Hellwhore. He protected him from the fiercest shouts with his body and could handle the physical abuse and including the sonic vibrations. It was not like he was without love for his exalted twins, but he had only two hands and he needed both to protect Hellwhore from both twin's shouts.<br/><br/>Thankfully Ozymandias came, he used his own powerful voice, the golden voice of solar form into golden shackles which shackled both twin's voices and created absolute silence between them as he stole their voices temporally with his own raw power as he spoke calmly but powerfully; "Cease the lacerations sons of the Queen, the stage and audience wait for blood of cocks. Whether your father survives the coming cockfight trial determines whether he is unworthy to exist or not, both he and cock will be put on trial and if it fails the next part then both have failed the Queen." Once done with his speech his shackles disappear, letting sons once more speak if they so wish, but Ozymandias is ready to use his voice in full power against the twins. He may not have power like twins use their voices offensively, but he can command presence for them to fall silent and literally disarm them if they persist in their behavior unlike them he has other methods also able to use besides his voice. That much Andras had taught him to train his body to fight unarmed when needed.<br/><br/>Once the twins are off the stage, Andras could release Hellwhore who was done polishing and cleaning his cock, and departed from the stage quickly, with love and worry in Hellwhore about his adoptive father and icon of his worship. Once all were gone, Ozymandias embraces and kisses Andras passionately and whispers; "I and Queen may have disappointed, but one disappointment does not break our love. A love meant last millennia until the end of all time, is not broken so easily as a such simple failure against a task that was near impossible to overcome anyways. Your lustful beast, deepest in your core, Andras, is that beast, which was allowed roar and run rampant today and breed freely, which Queen loves. Queen likes your obedient beast, so you did what was told. But failure is no option henceforward, as anything less dishonors not you but also Queen's cock. So go show them what you and Queen's chosen cock is capable of!"<br/><br/>Andras felt his eyes burn hot, tears coming out which Ozymandias hit on embrace, not display them to the audience as tears were only for Queen and Ozymandias, not nobody else. An ancient Icewalker pride lurking there refusing to display tears, tears which were joyous in nature than in shame. A pure joy which is meant for Queen or Ozymandias to see, to see his true exposed love of the soul. Once tears were wiped from Ozymandias shoulders, Andras was ready and determined, and then the stage slowly prepared for a bloody battle royale where is meant to be one winner and one winner only.<br/><br/>From each team, only one contestant was chosen, and once all remaining teams had positioned evenly around the arena and the announcer declared the match started once the gong hits, there is a minute pause for dramatic music playing and building tension between warriors before bronze gong is hit loudly and clearly!<br/><br/>Then fight of the cocks began, and no other body part was allowed to be used as a weapon. Naturally, Orabilis and Alveua's cock displayed ranged weapon functions which easily disintegrated Durandal's champion who had got large cock shaped like a bony spiked club! Beregiere's slave other hand displayed defensive abilities with the silk which deflected the lasers from them silk was sharp in whip-like motions, but the whip-like blade fared little against the merciless metal-like bodies of Orabilis and Alveua's creations and eventually was caught off guard by Orabilis construct bodied cock wielder.<br/><br/>Andras other hand concentrated on Alveua's prized cockborg first, smashing with the raw power of size which he conjured the titanic-sized behemoth cock and used it to hammer the cockborg of Alveua like Alveua herself had used a hammer to create her creation! It took several brutal hammerings until cockborg shattered sizzling vitriol everywhere which barely hampered Andras cock!<br/><br/>But then the final match started between Orabilis and Andras, a pure machine of sorcery against the flesh of the exalted. Andras was swift and tough so he could dodge beams and endure brief exposure, but compared to cockborg of Alveua's. Orabilis construct was warded with sorcery! To be immune to damage caused by cocks! So the match was rigged from start; there was simply no way to win by using cock against the construct and that's the only weapon Andras had and the match was to death! Queen recognized that the ward construct was similar to talismans which warded against one specific weapon, this case, cock.<br/><br/>Most warriors would call it unfair, give up or despair. But Andras only was momentarily confused, until he recognized the trick with granted occultic lore from Ligier's blessing what was going on. He did not panic nor despair, he was thinking...in a lunar way. Where solars aim to overcome the impossible with raw divine force in changing reality, lunars instead go around the problem entirely and avoid the obstacle but achieve the goal another way. Andras shifted his cock into cockhydra form, but fusion all heads together into a single large cock which then dives into the construct stands ready and expecting a bite attack which will be deflected...but no...the cock did not bite nor smash;<em>it outright swallowed contestant whole</em>!<br/><br/>Now the contestant was technically 'defeated' in by being devoured by a cock...when actual damage was done by Andras massive balls with burning vitriolic acid which destroyed the construct which attempted to break free from being absorbed but Andras endured the pain and his balls displayed raw endurance and toughness not able just handle abuse from outside from inside as well! After the construct ceased struggling he shrunk his cock and balls to normal size, the enemy entirely absorbed by his cock and balls and overcomes the immunity of the construct's roundabout way.<br/><br/>As last standing, Andras was declared victor of the arena! He was sent to the podium, where he is supposed declared the winner by Queen and other judges and given a reward to Queen the organizer of the event...but none knew Queen's ultimate plan and gambit in the end, the final test.<br/><br/><em>Meanwhile</em><br/><br/>As the crowds cheered, Ozymandias was sweaty and held boy-queen in his arms, having got quick and fierce lovemaking happen as death matches happened. Thanks, a psychic link they knew what happened as if they were there and Ozymandias with a smile said; "As said, did not doubt for his win even a second."