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Trosh vs. Brutlra Finale
🕑 Added 2020-06-01 15:13:19 +0000 UTC
Brutlra smirks, the hulking orcish warrior is naked and unafraid of the similarly undressed dwarf before her. She snorts and steps around in a circle, toes digging into the dirt to weigh herself down, ready for his next attack.
Trosh rolls his shoulders, the dwarf ready for the next round of grappling the two would go into. Since she seems to be going on the defensive, it’s up to him to get things going. With a cry of allegiance to his clan, he rushes forward towards her, his arms out and ready to grab at her bulky form.
She grins at that advance, taking the tackle head-on, digging her heels into the dirt. The two muscled and sweaty bodies colliding. While she is a mountain, unmoving, Trosh is a dwarf, able to find the weakness in any stone with the proper application.
He lets go of her, allowing the orc to push him back, but not before he throws a punch straight at her huge dick. She roars, seeing red at the blow that strikes her weakness once again and connects her elbow against his nose, sending him stumbling back.
But he’s sturdy too, and won’t go down quickly.
The two go from a grappling match to a slug-fest, trading blows, kicking, punching, kneeing, clawing biting.
Tik Tik rubs her horns and shudders. She watches the exchange as bodies become bruised and cut. Both fighters’ attacks miss more often than they hit, punches flying wide, curses thrown with more power than any other strikes.
“So intense,” Tik Tik says. “It hurts to watch.”
“They are fighters, through and through,” Hanioc adds. “But look. They are enjoying themselves. The two have consented to this match, and to the violence entailed in it.
“ik Tik never want hurt friends. This no feel good.”
“It isn’t a question of morality here. The gods wish to see this happen, and so, it is good.”
“This is… what the gods want…?” Tik Tik asks, turning back to the fight, only to gasp when she sees Brutlra’s elbow connect with Trosh’s cheek.
This time, the dwarf falls back, his chest rising and falling, his face swollen, but a dumb smile over him nonetheless.
Brutlra hops on top of him. She pins him down by the shoulders and his cock against his stomach and her sex. Her own member lays over his chest, covering his face in its impressive size.
“You fight well,” Brutlra says, spitting crimson saliva to the ground away from him. “I will allow you to breed me. If we are compatible, whatever mutt comes out of me will be a great warrior!”
“Mm… mooph!” the dwarf tries to say something, but the big cock just keeps his face down and covered. He rolls his head back and forth to say something, but before he can, she lifts herself up, letting his cock spring up into the air..
Brutlra lowers herself, letting her feminine lips take in his male rod. She shudders, her own masculine side quivering even as she takes him in. “Mmph… yes… I will… I will conquer this tournament. Ah… I will be the mother of a great warrior…. And the father of many more!” She lifts her hips and slams down over Trosh’s pelvis.
He groans.
“That’s right, little man,” she says, scooping up her dick to give him a chance to breathe. “That is the way of the orcish tribes! Survival of our race and our bloodline through breeding healthy children, tempering them in battle!
“That’s… barbaric…!” he huffs.
She lowers her cock, smacking him against the face, a dollop of precum staining his forehead. “No. You dwarves are barbaric! Look at you, weakened by your reservations. You only just realized your potential for combat and lust, and you hide from it. Why? To feel better around others? No!” She slams her hips against him again. “I look to no one for approval but myself. My ancestors are dead I respect their struggle, not fear their scorn! My children will look to me for guidance, wisdom, and strength, and I will have to tell them that I found the best candidates I could to bring them into this world!” She closes her eyes, letting out breaths, riding over him. “If… you… you see me… as a monster… then… that is a reflection of… your own… morals!”
Tik Tik leans in when she hears those words. “S… so, Brutlra only have sex to make babies?”
Brutlra opens one eye, huffing with a toothy grin. She shakes her head, bouncing on the downed dwarf until his pelvis is red. “No, little one.” She says. “I do this because it feels fucking amazing! I choose who I do it with, so I do not have to be ashamed for weak children!”
With the unrelenting pounding, it is hard to even consider that Trosh would wrap his arms around Brutla’s cock, trying to squeeze her into submission. Still, Brutlra rolls her hips. “A… almost… t—there and, ah!?”
Trosh yanks the cock to the side. This pulls the orc off, sending her toppling to the side. The dwarf pants hard, his body tensing up as he shoots his load all over the battle-scarred ground.
Brutlra stumbles to her knees, watching the last of the ejaculation “What? You dare deny me?”
Trosh is unable to stand, but he turns his gaze towards Brutlra and says. “You… you still got strength in ya, Brutlra… there is no way I’m winning this match. But… there’s also no way I’ll let my child be a bastard.”
She snorts, standing tall, hands crossed over her chest.
“If… if you want ta be my child’s mother,” Trosh says, “Ye’ll have ta marry me first.”
Brutlra frowns, and then she turns to the judges with a grumbling gesture. “I have vanquished this one already.” She grabs at her cock, stroking it, “Shall I humiliate him more?”
Hanioc raises angelic hands to the sky. “No need. Trosh has given up this battle in his heart. Brutlra is the winner.”
“Is a winner denied her prize truly a winner?” Brutlra huffs
“You get to advance and find stronger potential mates. Ones, I’m sure who won’t care about being so reserved.”” Trosh says this, pushing himself up to a seated position.
Brutlra shrugs. “There is more for me to face here. Perhaps they will be man enough to take me or woman enough to receive me. Fine. I shall accept this victory, but I will not leave this tournament empty-handed.”
Hanioc nods. “That is the dedication the divines are hoping to see, indeed…”
