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Tybalt vs. Blair Garten Finale
🕑 Added 2020-03-10 21:54:54 +0000 UTC
The two lover-priests stare at each other, their passions flaring as they meet gazes. Blair Garten tightens her grip around the holy sword of the Paladin of Love, rubbing a thumb down along the bottom of the shaft. Tybalt, meanwhile, lets his fingers tickle along her labia, parting her lips and teasing the nub of her pleasure.
Neither of them gives in to the other, but sweat only beads on the forehead of one of them.
Tik Tik watches the standoff between the two, a sigh escaping from the kobold’s mouth. “No understand…” Tik Tik says. “Tik Tik never think… never think see this”
Tybalt’s lips part, a sigh escaping from them. He tries to end it quickly by grazing his teeth along his flesh, but it’s too late. She has already heard, seen, and felt his desire.
Blair pulls herself close, pressing bare chests against each other, the lactating breasts leaking onto his muscled chest. Underneath the loincloth, his manhood responds to her strokes. “That’s it, then?” Blair says, whispering to him after a kiss. “That’s how you lose to me?”
“I’ve never tasted something so sweet and so nourishing. Blair Garten… you’re…”
She kisses his forehead, sighing and bringing her free hand underneath his hair, stroking and laying his head upon her shoulder. “There, there… you’re a needy child. That is fine. I thought that you might be the one, but you are not.”
A whimper emerges from the once stalwart paladin, his shoulders shaking. He pulls his hand free from Blair, holding onto the cleric’s shoulders for support. “I’m… I’m not strong enough… enough to be…” tears roll down his eyes. The spectators keep quiet as they watch their chosen champion break down.
“And you don’t have to be… there, there…” Blair says, petting Tybalt, bringing him down to the ground. She sits, crossed-legged, pulling him in against her lap, facing away from her. She rests her chin upon his shoulder, giving his body another loving kiss.
His form glistens, covered in milk and tears and sweat, but she holds onto him, painting swirls over his chest and stomach with one hand, while the other continues its stroking.
“There’s a lot of pain inside you, Tybalt,” she says. “I need a father who can provide for his children. I need a father who can be strong, no matter what. Yer a cutie, that’s fer sure,” she says, nuzzling her cheek against his own. “But you ain’t daddy material. Not with the attitude you have--this darkness brewin’ up within ya.”
Tik Tik clutches at her chest when she hears this. “Darkness within him… could she mean…?”
“The magic of the Church of Love had erased the scars inflicted upon the paladin when he was under the control of the Dark Queen Estrasa. When he had become her black knight, a champion of perversion. But those scars are merely superficial. The true scars of that encounter have yet to be erased.”
“Tik Tik knows this,” the kobold says, a breathy whisper underneath the announcements. “But… Tik Tik no knew was this bad…”
Tybalt grits his teeth, arching his back, fighting against a groan going through him.
“You are not a real man at this moment, but a child who needs a mother’s care.” Blair nuzzles against his back. “Let momma Blair help you fuck the pain away, baby.”
Tybalt’s breaths huff. His orange eyes flutter back. His hands grab onto her head, showing off his whole body for the audience to enjoy, everything but his holy sword. “B… Blair…” Tybalt gasps. “I… my cloth…”
“Shh…” Blair says, nipping at his ear. “It’s alright. I know how much that piece means to ya. I ain’t gonna let you be seen by all these folks unless you want to be seen. Is that alright?”
He squeezes his eyes shut, his pointed ears twitching. When he finally opens them, it is after his last, broken cries escape his throat. It is after the jism bursts out from his holy weapon. It is after his loincloth is stained with his climax. He collapses against Blair, curling up into her breast.
Blair pats the back of his head again, leading him towards her nipple. And he takes it, suckling with tired, but comforting defeat.
Tymara closes her eyes, nodding her head. “It seems Tybalt is defeated. You’ve done well, Paladin of Love. You may rest.”
