5.38 – Ranked Competitive S*x IV

5.38 – Ranked Competitive S*x IV

Leaning on one elbow, Natalie stared down her body as her opponent squished her cock in between plush breasts. Being tit-fucked by a strange, beautiful woman normally wasn't a fate Natalie would try to escape from, but somewhere in the back of her lust-addled mind—lust-addled both supernaturally speaking and, of course, the mundane sort of distraction too—she knew she couldn't afford to give in to her pleasure. That she had to resist. This fight ended when one of them submitted.Checkk new novel chapters at novelbin(.)com

What 'submitting' meant long term, Natalie didn't know, but surely nothing good for her. This was still a dungeon boss. An enemy. She had to come out the victor.

That said, being milked by big, soft tits squeezed in tight by the Hellhound's bra armor was admittedly hard to resist. For being new to this kind of 'fighting', the Hellhound was showing herself to be a skilled opponent—in both phases.

Her opponent grinned at Natalie as she worked her tits up and down, massaging Natalie's cock inside them. She rubbed Natalie's cock between her breasts, from side to side, pushing hard on either side to provide a soft, agonizingly amazing pressure, then sliding down and pulling back up, Natalie's cockhead popping through the top. Over and over, her soft breasts worked away to make Natalie's head fuzzy with pleasure.

"Already making such lewd faces," the Hellhound chided, sounding pleased with herself. "Do you really like these things that much? Your pathetic human cock being serviced by my tits? I told you to give me a good fight. You aren't thinking of finishing already, are you? Spraying your gross cock juice all over me?" She tutted. "My mate has to have at least an ounce of dignity. I'd never accept someone who came apart so fast. Hold out longer, won't you?"

Natalie groaned in response, unable to form a proper reply. The Hellhound snorted, her words obviously meant to taunt and tease, then leaned down further, pressing her lips to the top of Natalie's cock head. She kept them there for a second, smirking up at Natalie as she teased Natalie's entry into her mouth. A tongue flicked out to lick at her hole, cleaning the precum gathered there.

"I've never done this before," she murmured, her lips tickling Natalie's sensitive tip with every word. She kissed once, wrapping her lips around Natalie in a way that nearly forced her hips to buck upward. She couldn't resist, it seemed, but she could certainly still move to join in. "But I'm sure it won't be too difficult."

With that, she slid her mouth down over Natalie's cock head, engulfing it in wet warmth. She swirled her tongue around, then sucked gently, drawing another groan from Natalie—and more pre-cum from her cock. The Hellhound pulled off with an audible pop, smiling wide as she licked her lips. With her hands on both sides of her breasts, she kept working them up and down Natalie's length as she spoke.

"Delicious," she purred. "I could get used to having you as my mate. You would like it, too. Wouldn't you? Subservient under me, my breeding thing for the rest of your life? I'd take such great care of you. I'd milk this big, fat cock of yours every night."

Natalie had, indeed, picked up her weapon and focused on the Hellhound with a sudden intensity. Enough to make the woman blink in surprise, apparently.

"Because I want my turn with you, now," Natalie said simply, gripping her hammer. "I don't plan on losing twice in a row. You're mine, next."

"Oh?" the Hellhound asked—though her nonchalance didn't seem complete; Natalie's expression had made her hesitate. "We'll see about that."

This time, Natalie was the one to burst into motion. Round two began.

Before, she had been disoriented by so many things. The nature of the fight, the Hellhound's sapience and personality, and not just that, but the competence of her opponent too. Her strength, speed, and technique. And even then, Natalie had only lost the first guard break by a small margin. She was more than capable of coming out ahead. This boss encounter was difficult, but completely within her capabilities.

And then, in the other half of combat, Natalie was confident she could take control too. Natalie wasn't the only one who had been affected by the Hellhound's eager tit-fucking. She'd seen the building lust in her opponent's orange eyes as she stared down at Natalie's cock popping out through her breasts. For all her talk of keeping mates and turning Natalie into her 'breeding-thing,' she could recognize someone who wanted to be pinned down. Who wanted to sample Natalie's talents in a more direct way.

And that was the reason for Natalie's single-minded focus, the raw intensity she felt thrumming through veins as the fight progressed into round two. If she won, she got this woman to herself. For several minutes, she would be hers to play with. However she wanted.

Hers to break. To make submit. And as the Hellhound had said herself—the stubbornness and haughtiness only made the idea even more enticing.

She'd made fun of the 'lewd faces' Natalie had made, but Natalie intended to draw out far more interesting ones, when she got her own turn.