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Round 1 Fight 9 Part 1
🕑 Added 2020-02-13 17:20:42 +0000 UTCHanioc: Welcome again, to another fight in the Tournament of Pleasure. Tik Tik. What can you tell us about today’s contestants?
Tik Tik: Oh, Tessra Zensekai is big time adventurer, and has friends from different worlds!
H: Ah, yes, a dimensional traveler, indeed. Not only that, but an inquisitor for her church, seeking out corruption in the world and in her organization.
T: Gods seem know she has lots of friends. Got her to face someone very similar.
H: Indeed, Salome is a Chaos-Born, descended from demons and a hunter of such creatures. The two have established a circle around their battlefield, making so any wound they face is particularly negated. Though, this crusader is no stranger for surviving grievous wounds. Let’s watch.
Blades strike together in the darkened cathedral. Tessra’s katana sparking against Salome’s greatsword. The two warrior women jump back, assessing each other after the first attack.
“That’s some good form you have there, but I’m not going to let you defeat me so easily. I’m planning on getting to the top and taking out any real bad things in my own way.”
Salome nods, rushing in for another swing.
The inquisitor calls upon the power of her judgment ability, increasing her overall physical prowess. She’ll need it against this strong foe. Salome’s determination is something else, entirely! Luckily, the swing misses from Tessra’s nimble dodge, and the inquisitor gets a strike in, cutting a leather strap upon the knight’s armor.
Metal clangs to the ground, revealing gray, scarred skin underneath. Salome’s cheeks turn a coal-gray as she readies her weapon for a retaliation, and Tessra watches with a cool stoicism upon her face.
Deep down, however, the inquisitor squeals internally at how flustered her opponent has become. “Say,” Tessra begins, “how much stock do you take in the ‘Pleasure’ part of this tournament? Think there’s a reason the two of us have been paired up?”
Salome rushes forward again. Tessra rolls her eyes and catches the blade again, leaning in close as the two struggle. “Come on, this isn’t a life-or-death combat. We’re just feeling each other out, right?”
Salome’s blush deepens, but she says, “I’m not interested in such things.
The spell Tessra set up discharges, going through her sword and into Salome’s. Electricity crackles through the knight, who lets out a high-pitched moan before falling to her knees, her sword propping her up.
“Oh, wow, you’re a squealer,” Tessra says, taking her blade and pointing it to the Chaos-born’s neck. “Seems like that hurt good, didn’t it? No shame. I like a little masochism now and then.”
Salome looks up to her, biting her lip, eyes wavering and darting around the room.
“Look, it’s just me, you, and the spectators here. IT wouldn’t hurt if we did less of the ‘fight’ part of this sexfight.”
Salome roars, kicking herself off of the ground for another attack, spinning around and unfurling her tail from around her waist. Tessra didn’t expect that, and goes to block that, only to get a big slash of sword.
THe magic in their fight prevents any lasting damage, but that doesn’t mean that their clothes are safe. Tessra backs up, a large gash where her shirt had been, her chest spilling out and flapping around, getting in her way. “Damn it all,” she grumbles, and tears it off, exposing herself, and her reddened, blushing cheeks.
Salome’s eyes widen, her gaze transfixed.
“What? Never seen tits before?”
“N-no!” Salome gasps. “I just… you’re so bold and… depraved and-ah!”
Tessra isn’t waiting around to talk. Unleashing a powerful technique, she rushes forward, giving her opponent many cuts. SHe lands behind Salome, standing still for a moment, but then sheathing her blade.
RIght at that moment, a thousand cuts activate at once, tearing leather to shreds and destroying any connections in armor. Salome stands there, virtually unharmed, but with all of her outfit, save for her boots, destroyed. She gasps, reflexively covering herself up, hunching over in her embarrassment.
But Tessra isn’t done. She appears behind her, wrapping her arms around the humiliated warrior, leaning in with her chin upon Salome’s shoulder, and she whispers. “Let me guess… you have never been with a girl before? DOn’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you, if you give up and just let me win.”
Something switches within the knight. She tenses up, her tail flicking and pushing in between the inquisitor’s legs. Its spade-tipped end sharp enough to slice open the outfit and expose the inquisitor’s drenched wetness beneath.
Tessra gasps, falling back herself, spread out and wide-eyed. “W… what?”
Salome turns around, hands folded over her chest, but her womanhood exposed for the inquisitor to see, and Salome declares. “I have been hiding these urges from myself because I believed they were evil. If the gods wish that Iuse this side of myself, then I know that is not so.
Tessra’s whole form shudders in anticipation at seeing this newly confident warrior, but she doesn’t let any of that weakness show. Instead, she smiles and lifts noe hand up, curling one finger to beckon the crusader closer.
Salome falls to her knees in front of the inquisitor, climbing up on top of her, and reslishing, for the first time in her life, the intimacy she can have with someone and not feel any shame.
Unfortunately for this newly awakened warrior, Tessra is much more experienced, and the awkwardness that Salome showed before has given her enough ammunition to really get revved up and ready to please.
