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Round 1 Fight 8 Part 2
🕑 Added 2020-02-12 16:06:34 +0000 UTCTik Tik: Tik Tik worried that orc lady Brutlra may be tougher than Trosh. She got more than lady parts!”
H: Yes, indeed. The orcs value the most virile of their race. The strongest among them can be fathers AND mothers.
T: Trosh different most dwarf. He want try new things deep down. Learn new ideas from others.
H: Indeed. I dare say that his curiosity is as intense as your own, yet his eagerness to explore it belies the truth of the matter. He is inexperienced. He may not have to lock blades with Brutlra, but he will no-doubt have a disadvantage against a seasoned warrior.
Brutlra rolls her shoulders back. Opening her mouth wide, and screaming so loud her uvula rattles in the back of her throat. She clenches her top, fingers breaking through leather, and rips it off, exposing her sizeable green chest. Trosh unties his apron, placing it aside, all the while, staring at her sizeable chesticles.
Brutlra chuckles, shaking her head. “No scars. What are you? A baby? Smooth skin is sign of weakness. So, show your manhood!”
“My… manhood? Wait... what for!?”
“This is the fight of dominance, not to death,” Brutlra says. “No weapons, except for our birthright.” She slaps her chest. “Now, show!”
Trosh hides his blush through his curly beard, but undoes his belt and removes his shoes, stepping out of his outfit and standing naked in the battlefield. He’s short and toned all over, including in his girthy manhood. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s ridiculous.”
“It’s a true warrior who fights without fear,” Brutlra says, and she tugs her cloth aside, “But you are no match for me. I am stronger, bigger in every way!”
Trosh coughs at the veritable club of a cock flops down between the warrior’s legs. “Ye… yer a monster!” He gasps.
“A monster that will claim you!” Brutlra responds, and with that, she rushes forward, running through the field with tits and dick flopping in the soot-choked air.
The dwarf has little time to prepare for the orc’s charge. With impressive durability, however, he tanks the rush of the more massive warrior, wrapping his arms around her body and interlocking his fingers behind her back. Body presses against body, his beard against her stomach. With a grunt of exertion, he lifts her up high into the air and falls back in a suplex into the muddy ground behind him.
Brutlra pushes herself up, sputtering mud and fumbling around to grab at the dwarf. Still, he is quite slippery, climbing up on top of her and getting her head into a lock.
“How about that, lass? Didn’t think I’d be so good in a close fight like this, did ya? Well, we dwarfs face large beasties in the tunnels of our home all the time, and I’m a star student in the arts of our grappling!”
“I didn’t think you’d get so excited at combat!” the orc interjects.
Trosh freezes. Indeed, between his legs, blood flows, stiffening his member in excitement. The prospect of fighting had always been exciting, but to put it so clearly together with arousal wis an alien concept. This realization makes him loosen his grip, and Brutlra takes the opportunity to throw her elbow back, striking him in the jaw and knocking him onto his back.
It is her turn to be on top, scrambling into him and pinning his shoulders. Straddling him, the warm, beating member of the dwarf presses up against the warm body of the orc, her own cock flopping down onto his chest and practically tickling his beard. “Impressive,” Brutlra says, “If you were an orc, you’d make for a pleasing cock-slave and heir-maker.”
Trosh squirms underneath her, using the mud to his advantage to wriggle out. She tries to keep him pinned down but he uses his newfound freedom to grab onto the most apparent target he can. His prodigious worker’s hands grab at her cock, squeezing the thing like he was strangling a snake.
Brutlra’s cry comes out higher than her previous roars, and she punches the dwarf, striking his face over and over again. But Trosh doesn’t let go. He twists from his elbows, which fills her body with white-hot pain that shoots up from within.
Since she is stunned, he can shove her off of him. He then crawls on top of her, pinning her down with her dick between the two of them. “There we go!” He laughs. “Think you’re so tough with this giant thing? It’s a liability in this kind of fight, you know.”
Brutlra’s muscles strain and her fanged mouth twist into a grimace. “Forefathers… ancestors. Grant me strength and grant me endurance against all pain! I will have this dwarf underneath of me, or you can take all my honor!”. The spit and foul breath from her invocation hardly affect the dwarf, but she finds a weakness in him, pressing her knee up between his legs and rolling the two over onto their sides, splashing into the mud. “This isn’t over, dwarf!” she screams.
Trosh’s whole world swims in the white pain that surged through him. The two continue to fight and roll in the mud, punching and kicking and struggling in near silent grunts and grapples.
The two are bruised and beaten, but even as he pulls himself away and staggers to his feet, he realizes the two of them are on an even footing.
She stands up, rolling her shoulders back, breathing heavily, her tits heaving with fury. She beats at her chest and shouts her frustrations to him with a renewed vigor.
He does the same, matching in her ferocity.
Brutlra has never met another race that could match her so quickly before, and she says. “I vow to you, Trosh, that I shall overcome you, and I will see what other warriors this Tournament has to offer. I am the strongest Orc warrior, and I shall be the most powerful fighter in this Tournament of Pleasure!”
He beckons her with his fingers, his grin white underneath his mud-caked beard. “Well, then, lass, too bad yer gonna be too beaten and humiliated to get past even me”
