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Round 1 Fight 4 Part 2
🕑 Added 2020-01-22 05:00:02 +0000 UTC
Hanioc: Welcome again, one and all, to the Tournament of Pleasure. Today, we have a fight millennia in the making!
Tik Tik: Yes, yes! Tobias is strong, scary tiger, and Thiffrin Iccran is spooky, sexy mummy. One real dangerous in fight, the other make it like show? That strange!”
H: Not at all, Tik Tik. Competitions have been a spectacle in many cultures, especially in ancient times. Though, I think our mummy friend may be a little too old-fashioned in what she finds entertaining. She’s been dead for centuries, so we might not quite get her sense of humor and showmanship.
T: Tik Tik think she has something fun to her, but need know how really fight to go against real-world fighter like Tobias. Tik Tik even scared of him!
H: We must remain impartial to the best of our ability in this matter. Tournaments of Pleasure are different things for different people, and ultimately, the one who wins this bout will decide what it is like going forward. Now, let us see what they are up to.
Tobias rolls his neck, cracking his knuckles and using his tail to swipe his fallen vest away from the dusty battlefield floor. In his eyes reflect both the excitement of a fighter and the hunger of a hunter. His muscles ripple as he tenses, sizing up his opponent.
Thiffran Iccran bobs her head to the beat of the music playing around them, her leitmotif pumping life into this resting place of the dead. Necromantic energy keeps her as flexible as ever, as ancient fighting techniques flood back into her memory, ready to be unleashed once more.
The two fighters approach each other with little more fanfare, bandages swaying off of the mummy’s arms, and the tiger’s claws out and ready to swipe.
Thiffrin leaps forward, her knee extended. Her supernatural speed causing her to ram right into the feline’s stomach.
Tobias’s eyes bulge and he bends forward slightly from the hit, but hegropes the mummy’s knee, his sharp and white teeth sneering through the magical flame, claws digging into long-dead flesh.
Thiffrin smiles back with an equally toothy grin, and the bandages around her thighs unhinge and wrap around the tiger’s wrists.
Tobias pulls back in surprise, only for his bound up claws to be brought back by the mummy’s leg jerking back, sending him stumbling forward. An elbow to the back of his head sends him down the rest of the way.
Thiffrin places her foot upon his head, raising her hands up to the spectral crowds, cheering her own. She pumps those arms up and down in triumph, letting her bound breasts jiggle for all to enjoy. The long-dead fighter cares not for the gouged flesh that hangs off her leg. The dark magic that fuels her existence slowly brings a facsimile of skin and bone back from where it once was not.
While the mummy is showboating, the fire in the tiger’s eyes rages. With all of his strength, he hops up, shouldering all the weight of her foot with his neck.
Not used to being interrupted, Thiffrin is knocked back a bit, but not before the tiger takes his bound hands and sledgehammers against her face. The mummy unravels a bit as she spins around, some of the bandages around her waist undoing and showing off her sex.
The sight is not unappreciated by her opponent. The tiger’s pants bulge with a different kind of excitement. He snickers, pulling his arms apart, tearing through the bandage with a mighty growl!
“So, you like to give a show, huh?” Tobias growls, fingers hooking at his pants, pushing them down, and letting his barbed feline cock spring free. “How’s this for a show!?”
Thiffrin shakes her head, getting the last of the disorientation out before she stares there, mouth agape, ectoplasmic goo dripping from her mouth. “Oh my, that’s… that’s huge, I-”
Tobias doesn’t give her a chance to respond. He hops out of those pants and grabbing her by the back of the head. He shoves her face downward, forcing her onto his shaft. “Never really thought about it, but I suppose dead gals like you don’t have a gag reflex, huh?”
Thiffrin groans against the rough fucking into her mouth.
“Shoulda thought of that before you challenged me to snap your choker, bitch!” He grabs onto her head with both hands, shoving her down underneath of him and onto her knees.
“Because I’m gonna fuck so hard, I’m gonna break your neck!
Thiffrin grabs onto Tobias’s thighs, gripping tightly. Though her neck already bulges with the sheer size of cat cock down her throat, she isn’t entirely out of the fight yet. More of her bandages run up along his legs. It’s either like he doesn’t notice her attempt to fight back, or he doesn’t care.
The spirits quiet down in their music for their champion. Thiffrin might not be their champion very much longer unless she can find to turn this on its head and prevent that snapping, she’s done for.
And, if Tobias has his way, she’ll be done for in more ways than one.
T: Tik Tik no look. Hanioc can stop Tobias, yes?
H: It is not in my power to stop the champions once they are in battle. If Thiffrin wishes to quit before her existence is in jeopardy, that is up to her. I shall hear her thoughts and end this match, saving her life.
T: A…, and if she doesn’t?
H: It is a warrior’s choice in life if they wish to die a warrior’s death, and I must respect that choice, if she makes it.
