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Round 1 Fight 5 Part 1
🕑 Added 2020-01-24 05:00:02 +0000 UTC
When I arrived at the dark chamber through the power of the Stick of Champions, I was greeted by the many tell-tale signs of sex right before me. The air was pungent with the smell of multiple orgasms and sweat. The very ground beneath my feet undulated with the writhing bodies of black flesh and bright hair, rolling around and humming in moans of delight and lust. My feet found the footing to be false. I collapsed into a pile of humanoid forms. They groped and kissed and ground against my scales without seeming to realize just what was happening.
From the scant snippets I saw of their forms, I could tell that these creatures were some form of elven beings. They had large pointed ears and elegant features that were the envy of every other humanoid race. However, there was something about their crimson eyes and dour expressions, even in their lust, that put me off guard.
I pressed my hands against breast and shoulder and pushed myself up, claws unintentionally scratching at unprotected forms. Despite this, they did not cry out in pain but instead groaned out delightfully in their tongue, one I had not been exposed to before.
A clicking from outside the orgy caught my attention. High-heeled boots make their way across the stone floor. A crimson-haired beauty made her way with a dainty step, her arms to the side, her bountiful chest bouncing with each movement, and an impressive shaft and balls exposed, despite covering up other parts of her body.
Without stopping, she stepped up onto the pile. Her heel poked against the skin of her makeshift floor, making her way through the orgy with practiced grace until she stood tall before me. “Ah, a pink kobold is a herald, then,” she spoke, her pursed lips turned to a slight smile. “You call the great Zozafina to your battlefield of sexual champions, no doubt, little one?”
I reached for the Stick of Champions with hesitancy. After all, the stink of sorcery was all throughout this caped figure, and the way she held herself, I knew that she was a powerful eroarcanist.
“So, you sense my power, then? Well, let me drop this charade. I know who you are, Tik Tik,” the dark elf said. “Let us not get too hung up on the fact that you made the world’s most beautiful and powerful being a humiliated has-been, shall we? I may be an admirer of Estrasa’s, but I am my own woman. Now, wave that magic wand of yours and let this first challenger of mine be defeated with haste, chop-chop!” She clapped her hands.
The way she looked at me was not as a taller species to a shorter, but to a master towards a first-year student. I grumbled at her presumption, but I lifted the Stick into the air, hoping that perhaps the next Champion would be one to put her in her place.
The light around us faded, and Zozafina and I found ourselves standing in the middle of a bejeweled palace. Sitting on a throne in front of us was a large creature with wrinkled gray skin, mammoth tusks, a dangling trunk, and big, floppy ears. This creature wore the trappings of royalty and looked down at us with the eyes of one of high power and great respect.
Zozafina, however, rested one hand on her hip and flicked her curly locks with the other. “So, you’re my opponent for this thing? Do you think you have what it takes to satisfy me? I doubt it.”
The large master of the place did not respond but instead looked past the two of us. I turned and gasped at the sight before me. His upper body was that of a bronzed and smooth human with well-trimmed hair, a large, yet not obtrusive nose, and a lithe, yet healthy form. He wore a scarf over his shoulders and a skirt of gold and crimson. Aside from a few more jewels, he wore nothing else. The strangest and most appealing thing about him, however, was not his undress, but his four arms and his long, rainbow and serpentine lower body.
He towered over us, a confident grin upon his face as two hands rested behind his back, and he placed a third upon his chest. He bowed his head in a quick nod of recognition. “Welcome, Harbinger of the Tournament. I am Chanda, a royal expert in the arts of Tantera. You are in the house of Lord Gishunu, and tonight, we compete for his entertainment.”
Zozafina spun around before him, flicking her cloak in a display of self-importance. “It won’t be much of a competition unless you can show me something I haven’t seen before.”
The snake-man moves fingers along his lips. His smile widened and widened, his long tongue flickering out in a gaping display for one long, yet impossibly fast, moment before closing shut. With a quick hiss, he leaned in close, whisper into the dark elf’s ear. “Perhaps there is a lot we can learn from each other, but if you displease my master or me, you will learn your final lesson, understood?” He chuckled at this, patting his stomach with one of his previously hidden hands, his tail twitching and curling, waving about in a hypnotic pattern upon the floor.
Zozafina’s demeanor changed then, and she whispered back. “Seems we both have things we can teach each other. Perhaps, this won’t be so boring, after all?” Her fingers moving forward to touch the snake boy, but Chanda slipped back past me. “You won’t have me so easily,” he responded.
