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Round 1 Fight 3 Part 2
🕑 Added 2020-01-18 05:01:00 +0000 UTC
Hanioc: We have an intriguing contest for this round, viewers.
Tik Tik: Just start reading? Then know we have two fight one!
Hanioc: That’s correct. But Luza and Liza will have their hands full from fighting the psychic, Galenna, since she can control her prosthetic hands and legs with ease.
T: Tik Tik no like that, but will watch and see. Who Galenna work with? Why Hanioc make things so secret?
H: It’s the will of the Divine, Tik Tik. Now, let us sit back and enjoy the spectacle and save our questions for later. It is about to begin.
Galenna floats with her prosthetic toes just above the ground. She remains there, her arms open, and her entire form vulnerable to the two fighters before her. “Come on, girls. I’ve lived a long, long time. Do you really think you can catch me off-guard with something I haven’t seen before?
The two sister monks face her, back-to-back with each other and their arms and legs in a defensive position, their gazes set upon her with grim determination.
Galenna’s eyes glow a bright blue. Psychic energy swirls around her, billowing her dress in ways that threaten to expose herself, but just do not quite seem to reveal anything. She thrusts her arms forward, generating a wave of force at the twined pair.
The two monks hop out of the way as the wall behind them caves in from the psychic attack. They then rush forward, coming at her from either side. . Her arms and legs separate from her body, flying out towards the two. With Luza, her hand goes and grabs the girl by the hair, a leg presses up between her legs.With Liza, the elf attempts to go for her throat, only for the monk to deflect the attack and kick the leg out of the way.
The wayward appendages come back to the elf, but not before Liza can go in and give her a swift knee to the stomach.
Galenna floats back to try and dampen the blow, pulling Luza along with her before reconnecting herself. She positions the woman in front of her like a shield, all the while her stomach throbs with warm bruising.
Liza dips down underneath of her twin, but Galenna’s newly restored hand reaches down into Luza’s top, groping at her chest. With that groping action, Liza stumbles, grabbing at her own chest.
“Oh, how fun, you two are connected!” the elf practically purrs. “I had a feeling that was the case.” Porcelain fingers tweak at Luza’s nipple. The captive half bites her lip while Liza’s quivers, fighting back that mirrored reaction.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that you two are paired beings and not twins?” Galenna presses her knee up between Luza’s legs. She rubs against her agitated sex, making the captive woman squirm under her.
Liza blushes, but pulls her hand away, panting heavily as the elf uses her sister like a psychic doll against her. “This is how you want to fight, is it?” Liza asks. “Luza. Don’t let her intimidate you. She’s flesh and blood, just like you and I. It doesn’t matter how much of her body is a construct; what matters is the core of her being!” With that, Liza rushes forward, and while Galenna fires her free hand ahead, the elf lets go of Luza, just enough to free the girl to make her spin around, sitting upon that bent knee, and grabbing the elf’s cheeks!
Before Galenna can react, Luza presses her lips against Galenna’s, forcing her tongue inside the psychic’s mouth. Galenna’s arm falters, and Liza grabs it, holding it under her arm, pinning it down. “That’s it, Luza. Show her we’re too much to handle!
The arm extends, and its fingers are articulate, and they creep down ever-so-slowly down the monk’s back while she cheers her sister on.
Luza’s hands move down along Galenna’s body, tearing apart that low-cut dress and letting the giant elf tits spill out. She presses her clothed chest up against Galenna’s unclothed one, allowing the elf’s moans to travel down her breast through her throat.
Meanwhile, though, Galenna’s fingers curl bringing up Liza’s skirt and get a firm grasp on Liza’s butt.
Luza gasps, feeling it too as those smooth white fingers push up against Liza’s rear exit, curling up and in and stretching gently.
Both women let out simultaneous moans while Galenna now smiles, mouth broke from the kiss. The elf bites her lip, eyes twinkling with sadistic glee as the two are squirming under her touch. “Oh, do you see this, Mistress?” Galenna says, her wide-eyed glare looking over her shoulder towards the mysterious hooded figure.
The mystery manager holds her arms behind her back, watching through the identity shrouding hood and not saying anything. Thick lips curl up into a curl of a smirk, watching the fight intently. Both sides are doing quite well in showing off their skills, Galenna’s power, and the girls’ resilience. If they can break through her hold and double-team her, she would undoubtedly fail, but will Galenna’s hubris get the better of her? Already, the prosthetics waver in the expenditure of psychic energy. If she were to lose concentration, well, then this champion would have to be replaced by these much more promising ones.
But the figure watches, waiting to see just what the divines have in store for these fighters—a decision that would change far more than the outcome of this fight, indeed…
