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Fight for the Countess' Favor

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Bholdora

Kessa of Hyboria

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I pull the hood of my cloak lower over my forehead as the streets grow narrower, and their coarse brickwork shoddier. Even this deep into the stone jungle of Zamora, the infamous City of Thieves, a dry breeze filters between the rows upon rows of stone buildings, whipping at the coarsely woven linen clasped with a brooch beneath my chin. A brooch bearing the sigil of the Amazon Queen. One of the last vestiges of my past life. My hazel eyes flit around the corner as I pass an alcove, watchful of pickpockets, muggers, or any of the various other flavors of villain that haunt this place. I set my gaze, recalling the directions I had been very clearly forbidden from writing down. Counting winding, dusty lanes.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: They say places have souls. Spirits that shape their very nature. I never put much stock in such nonsense. But if it had even a grain of truth, this place's soul would be twisted as its winding alleys. Dark as its infinite alcoves, bursting with secrets one would do well never to learn. Yet, there was a charm. The market stalls littering the narrow streets, vendors in what might once have been clothes loudly hawking their wares. The muffled din thundering behind every tavern door. Stores offering all manner of strange and unfamiliar ointments and tonics. Mostly promising sexual prowess, of course. And men and women presenting themselves, their 'wares' showcased in skimpy, dust-stained lingerie. It was all intensely real (and that is to say nothing of the cornucopia of smells, from pleasant and to the opposite in the extreme). It somehow made sense that Countess Cyra would this strange, dark corner of Hyboria to build her lair.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I stop abruptly, my sandals kicking up a little puff of dust, staring up at a building that seems to match the description. An unassuming row-house stuffed between a bakery on the left that, judging by the greenish black color of the loaves on display, was a front for something less innocent, and a purveyor of rugs on the right that, judging by the decrepit condition of the rugs strewn on display, was also a front. But it was as-described. And closer inspection revealed a faint etching on the sandstone pillar next to the rusting iron gate. A spiderweb fashioned in the shape of a heart. I'd scarcely moved a step closer when my suspicions were confirmed as the gate swung open with an abrupt yank, a hooded woman staring back at me. "Enter, Amazon. Now," she whispers in a tone that tolerates no argument.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I lower the hood of my cloak as I stride into the shadows, the narrow path darkening further as the guard swings the gate shut behind me. No further instruction is provided, but there was only one way forward. Through the narrow space between the buildings, and up a staircase into a shadowy recess, where I found a mahogany door polished to a mirror sheen. That same heart-shaped spiderweb, so faintly etched outside, glimmers here in silver inlay, filling the door without so much as a hint of tarnish. Finally. The den of Countess Cyra. The Lady of Lust.

Bholdora: Before the amazon's arrival I was already in the den wating in the center of the main room where the Countess would witness the incoming fight between me and Kessa. I'm quite familiar with this city considering how dangerous it is, working as a bouncer in one of those taverns. But I wanted something more in this place. Wanted to gain more status in this city and I heard she would be offering a favor for the woman who wins the contest she had in mind. People could think orcs are stupid and unreasonable but this wasn't my case. Since I left my tribe, I learned to adapt to the human culture and I know when and what do to in the right moment in the right place. And this is what kept me alive untill now specially in a city full of thieves, murderes and all the sort of bad ilk in this city specially considering I wasn't only strong but also pleasant for some eyes. Several men had desire to possess this body, some even tried to possess me, and most of them are living as women now. I don't know who would be my opponent but I knew it would be another woman.I just don't know if she would be a human, an orc or another being I never heard before. But this don't matter for me now. I ventured deep into this place and this every moment and it's far too late for me to turn back now (not that I had this desire before, I knew where I am getting into). I remain calm and collected. Standing in the middle of the room with my arms crossed under my ample chest, covered with a rudimentar top and loins, barely covering my feminine traits allowing my muscular and greenish body on display proudly for everyone to see. My long black and ravenous hair kept free behind my back while my eyes were closed, meditating about my incoming fight. Then, I heard the door opening behind me.

Bholdora: I open my eyes and turns around to see you being escorted by another woman. I didn't knew who you are but I felt you was going to be my opponent, I don't know your name, your story, your reasons and your intentions towards me. But whatever reasoning you have to be here don't matters a fuck for me. My heart starts to race at the sight, as I keep staring you intently despite not showing any visible hostile expresions on my eyes but certainly there's tension growing between us. But not me and maybe not even you would dare to fight each other untill the Countess makes herself present in this room and untill this moment we keep our eyes locked against each other while I lower my arms giving you a full view of my natural muscular body.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Each passage and room is more ornate than the last. Khitaian pottery mounted on painstakingly carved pedestals. Corinthian sculptures, or at least fragments of sculptures long-since shattered. But they seem genuine. And immensely valuable. "Your sandals," the guard hisses as we reach a threshold, and I look down in confusion, seeing the tracks of dust abruptly stop at a royal purple towel, with nary a trace of dirt from that point forward. With a suspicious glance over, I unbuckle the leather wound around my ankles, then step on the towel, finding it moist. I step into the next room, lush rugs of foreign manufacture cushioning my steps. My mind runs to possible futures. It is rare that the Lady of Lust offers to take on a new champion. And beyond prestige, such a position carries certain... perks. After all, Countess Cyra's moniker isn't just a reflection of her stunning appearance, but her intensely sensual mannerisms. Her champion is equal parts guardian and concubine, and legend has it that they experience untold new horizons of pleasure in the Countess' employ. It makes sense that such a woman holds the entire city's prostitution industry in the palm of her exceptionally well-manicured hand.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: We pass through a last threshold, and I stop in surprise as my eyes sweep the room, freezing on an Orc. An exceptionally shapely Orc, certainly, one could even say beautiful, but an Orc nonetheless. I glance over at my escort, seeing her quickly departing from the corridor, then back at this mysterious creature. The question pops in my mind. But before I can even think of the words to form it diplomatically, to avoid provoking a reaction violent enough to tear this entire building to its foundations, the far doors swing open, and Cyra herself strides through.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: She's a vision, in a flowing shimmering green dress, so dark it sometimes shimmers to black, perched on her shoulders by two gossamer strings. Her bare shoulders glow with an olive tan, and her lips part in a smile that promises the world. "I'm so glad you could both join me. I was quite taken with both of your entreaties. And... I couldn't decide what thrilled me more... that an Amazon warrior sought a position by my side... or an Orc, especially one so captivating." The reference stings, even though it had been many moons since I was cast out of the Amazon army. But more immediately, I should have expected this. The Lady of Lust had a reputation for such games. "Now, I do wish I could have you both, but there is only one open position," her voice trails off deliberately, leaving the thought hanging, ripening in our minds. "But... and I hope you understand this... it is not enough to impress me to beat your rival into submission... if you show me just the depths of vicious savagery I may well chose neither. IMPRESS me, with your strength. Your guile. And... your allure."

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I unclasp the broach, meeting Cyra's eyes, then holding my gaze on yours as I let the linen flutter to the rug behind me, leaving me in just my warriors' raiment, most of my skin bare for you both to see.

Kessa_of_Hyboria:

Bholdora: You was about to speak something as you part your womanly lips to speak but before you could even speak to me I hear another door opening and I had the chance to see Countess Cyra in person, wearing this dress that appears to change the colors and I wondering if a mage did it. Or if she have some magic powers somehow. Then I hear her melodious voice as she speaks to me praising me for being so captivating to her eyes. She isn't the first woman to admire my body and she won't be the last. She was brief with the explanation of our contest and I nod when she said there would be only one between us who would earn her favor. She stops speaking as if she wanted for her words to resonate and assumilate deeply in our minds before she continues and says it won't be only a fight about raw strength and viciousness but also on how alluring we can act towards the other. Quite uncommon but understandable. However, for an orc, to be strong and vicious is to be alluring. Do I need to play a game of seduction to make you succumb to me too? Well, there's only one way to find out. I turn my gaze back to you while you remove your cloak and expose your amazonian body to me clad in leather top and thongs before you assume your readiness. However, I decide to get high on my game and while I stare at you I remove my top, exposing my endowed breasts bouncing freely for you and tossing it away letting you admire them for a bit. However, I slowly reach my loins waistline and slowly untie it, holding it with one hand while my garment slides off my body, showing my pubed womanhood to you as I toss the loins aside and assuming my ready stance, arms lowered, legs spread apart not too far and my eyes glaring down at you. It was a challenge to you now. Let's see if you're woman enough to meet me as equal now, human.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I face you down, staring unflinchingly as you rise to your full six feet plus. I stare up at you, still proud and haughty, confident that I have bested larger. Stronger rivals. But then, as you unmask your heaving orbs, I pause, unable to break my gaze. They hang so full and juicy, like a ripe pair of watermelons. Then the breath hitches in my throat as your hands slide down to your loincloth. And you let that fall, leaving your feminine form bare. My lips pucker, involuntarily, but visibly. And I feel the heat of arousal smoldering deep in the pit of my belly. I reach up to my top, tugging on the leather bowtie and letting even that wisp of protection fall to the rug.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My thong is already the tiniest possible scrap of hide that could serve the purpose. A strip so narrow that my plump, waxed lips overflow from either side, and that strip is hung on my hips with only thin cords. I hesitate, then tug that down too, stepping out and kicking it aside, standing gloriously nude. I spread my thick thighs, resting my hands on my hips, hoping to take up the entire room. To dwarf your muscular presence with confidence and power of will. But my heart is pounding. I take a deep breath, then strut towards you. "Come, Orc. Let's show the Countess why I deserve to stand by her." I raise my fists, stepping into my warrior's fighting stance, wearing nothing but the bracers on my wrists.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !set FDF
Loaded @Kessa_of_Hyboria's Female Dice Fight stats.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !set body 22/22
@Kessa_of_Hyboria's BODY is set to 22 / 22

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !set head 14/14
@Kessa_of_Hyboria's HEAD is set to 14 / 14

Kessa_of_Hyboria: (from Hardbody)

Bholdora: !set FDF
Loaded @Bholdora's Female Dice Fight stats.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!

Bholdora: You have the typical confident stare of a warrior but then I could see your eyes moving down as you look at my green and sweaty bare breasts bouncing freely for you and I managed to keep a serious expression when I see your lips pucking when I remove my loin clothes and expose my folds. "You want to kiss me down there, don't you?" I finally speak, in a rather deep but undeniable feminine tone, before I watch you removing your top setting your breasts free as well. I waited to see if you would follow suit and remove that thong as well and for my surprise you didn't shy away in remove them despite your initial hesitation before you strike a proud stance, hands on hips, legs spread, letting me see fully your womanhood and breasts before you finally struts towards me and I do follow suit, flaring my nostrils as I approach you keeping in mind I need to tame my wildest side during a fight in order to make it entertaining for the countess. I think I can do that. When I see you raising your fists, I keep my hands open as I raise them and circle around you for a bit, before I quickly swing a punch aimed at your abs before I follow it with a firm slap aimed at one of your breasts to start things up.

Bholdora: !quick
My quick move failed.

Bholdora: !roll boob shot 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 10

Bholdora: !attack boobs 2d3
My attack missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: i dance just out of your range, shuffling to the side. My stance is squared up to you, keeping both my fists close to my head in a tight guard, with both legs ready to unleash kicks. You rush in with all the confidence and subtlety I would expect from a woman accustomed to solving any problem by application of overwhelming strength. But I'm no tavern drunkard who will just stumble into your viciously powerful grasp! I watch your fist whip out, not so much as flinching as I twist and weave to the right. Your hand lashes out for my chest next, and I instinctively lower my guard, caging my bare twins beneath my forearms and pressing them to my chest as I take a half step back. Seeing you off balance, I set my feet, then unleash a vicious left roundhouse kick at your side, certain it will find its mark! "YAAAH!" mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚁ 2 = 6 damage. HP down to 94.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: *THUD!* My shin slips beneath your elbow, catching you flush on the ribs. You shrug off the blow, but that's hardly surprising. I expect you to be tough. But now you know I can hit you... without giving you the chance to hit back. More importantly, Countess Cyra knows that, too. I flash out the left, feigning a punch to your face, then rush in, weaving left, hoping to pass to your left side... and smash my elbow into your right tit on the way!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll low blow 1d20+6
Roll the dice... ☒ 6 +6 = 12

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !attack boobs 2d3
My attack missed.

Bholdora: I kept circling you around and I decide to take the initiative as I quickly steps in and tries to ram my fist right on yoour gut only to hit nothing but air as you twisted around. The following attack, my slap aimed at yor huge breasts ends up slamming on your forearms instead, sending you away a half step before you swing a firm kick on my side. HHNGH! I wince at the strike you landed on me but I managed to soak most of the impact anyway. Still I won't make little of this specially when you try to follow up with a feint, aparently going for a punch on my face before you recoil your attacking arm and swing an elbow at my breast. However, I let go a growl as I swing my arm to slap away your elbow before I dangerously lunges close at you, wanting to wrap my arms around your body wanting to HOLD you tightly.

Bholdora: !roll hold 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 5

Bholdora: The fact you're smaller makes you faster as you managed to avoid my grappling attempt as you stepped away from me, however, I keep giving chase to you, trying to surprise you as I make a larger step to compensate your agility and I spread my arms, wanting to circle them around you to try to keep you trapped between them as I try to snare your body for a second time, growling as you're quite a quick woman to move around.

Bholdora: !roll hold 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 4

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I dash and weave, my weight shifting smoothly from foot to darting foot with grace borne of over two decades of rigorous training. Your body moves as if in slow motion, as you swipe at me, attempting to seize me in your grasp. As if one could catch flowing water with brute strength. No, my dear Orcess. Your tavern brawling skills are outmatched tonight. I slide behind you, staring at the rippling muscles of your back, your quivering glutes as your foot falls thunderously, attempting to keep your considerable mass from keeling over as you again seize an armful of thin air. I coil my body to the left, then WHIRL my left elbow out, looking to slam the point directly into your left kidney! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !damage 3d7
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 88.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My elbow buries into the target with an echoing thud, but finds nothing particularly sensitive, instead hammering into something far harder. I wince, recoiling. My knowledge of your unique physiology clearly needs some work. But I do know a place where all beings are sensitive. Where nobody, man, woman, or orc can take the pain. Racing to strike before you can recover your balance and turn around, I wind my left foot back, aiming to punt it up between your parted pillars! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll low blow 1d20+6
Roll the dice... ☒ 6 +6 = 12

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !kick 2d3
My kick connected and did ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 86.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My kick jams between your thighs as you whirl on the spot, failing to reach its intended target.

Bholdora: You're quite agile for me to get a good hold on you and the price I pay as I tried to catch you was a stiff elbow on my lower back as you moved past and behind me. I grunt with the pain of that and turns around to look at you only for you to slam your foot right on my muscular folds. However, I just grunt, looking at you with a frown and more than willing to teach you how to properly strike a woman's pussy when you less expects. For now, I just try to fight back sending a quick and swift jab aimed at your face while you move your attacking leg back in place.

Bholdora: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 98.

Bholdora: Despite feeling my fist slamming on your face, you managed to lean your face sideways so my jab mostly grazed on your cheek, but I try to take advantage of this distraction while I quickly squat a bit my legs before I swing my other fist between your thighs and slam your slick amazonian pussy.

Bholdora: !roll low blow 1d20+3
Roll the dice... ☒ 19 +3 = 22

Bholdora: !punch pussy
My punch missed.

Bholdora: !punch 2d3
My punch connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. HP down to 95.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Off balance from your quick swipe across my cheek, I leave my legs splayed wide. Thank the godesses, my reflexes were still faster than your fist as you swung for the softspot between my thighs. My amber eyes narrow, my hips twist, and your knuckles only find the side of my hip. I grunt as my hard hip bone absorbs the impact, sending a ripple through my rounded buttcheek. But of course, I wasn't content to just block your low blow. My arm sweeps down in a fluid motion, seizing your wrist before you can so much as retract your fist,and whirling it behind your back, placing you in a standing armlock.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll Hold 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 19 +10 = 29

Kessa_of_Hyboria: A little smirk curls at my lips, the way it always does when I just KNOW I executed a move perfectly. Just as my instructors had taught me in the Amazon army. When executed just right, the move flows effortlessly, like water, cutting smoothly through resistance, or in this case, before the target even knows what they should be resisting. And thus, I was behind you, my bare breasts squashed against your back. My thick, juicy mound pressed up against your powerful glutes. Your wrist turned up at an awkwardl angle, pressed up against your back. And my left hand free to reach around your gorgeous body. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: my fingertips glide up your sweat-slicked side, leaving little glistening streaks up your ribs. My fingers wrap around the soft underside of your left breast, gently lifting your orb, presenting it to the Countess with a vixen's smirk as I lean forwards, rising up on tiptoes to flick my tongue up the edge of your ear. "I'm not just the superior warrior, darling. I am everything the lovely Countess wants." My eyes meet Cyra's, finding her luxuriantly reclined in a lush, velvet chaise. Her lips parted with a lustful smile. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !arouse
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 7.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: "I'm going to bring you so much pain you'll beg for mercy... then I'm going to subject you to such pleasure that you'll shamelessly plead for more." I watch Cyra's eyes. Watching them rove up and down your sexy body. Her fingers swirl between her thighs. "I love how you two fight... so deliciously dirty," she whispers huskily. The kind of breathy suggestion one cannot help but satisfy, "Oh, I'm just getting started, Countess," I huff back, right against your cheek, my hand sliding down your belly, cupping and gently squeezing your juicy mound.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !arouse
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 18.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !damage
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 80.

Bholdora: I was certain you woudl feel my fist slamming hard on your folds but once again your quickness to react only make my powerful strike slam your bony area of your hips before you quickly grab my arm and folds it behind my back, twisting it. I growl in pain as I feel yor breasts squishing against my back and your slick pussy grinding on my firm ass while you wraps yoru other hand to cup and grope my breast putting a show to the Countess. As you mock me, I growl between moans "Brag about it once we finish it, human...", reply snarling at your comment about bring me pain and this makes me struggle harder to prove you wrong until you reach your hand down on my pubed crotch, squeezing it slowly until it starts to pain me down there making me snarl louder before I try to break free from your hold as I try to raise my foot and stomp it down on your foot.

Bholdora: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 4 damage. HP down to 91.

Bholdora: I quickly pull my arm free from your grasp and turns around to face you wanting to catch you by surprise after having your foot stomped down and I try to once again catch you, squeezing your shoulders and locking you firmly in a hold attempt, staring right at your eyes as I try to catch you.

Bholdora: !roll hold 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 11

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My hips grind against your incredibly firm glutes. I lock gazes with Countess Cyra, squeezing your plump, juicy pussy. I part my lips, moaning sensually in your ear as I feel you squirm in pleasure... then pain, as I squeeze just a bit more firmly. But I can tell you still enjoy it. Perhaps I underestimate you, though, as you lift a foot. I realize too late, your heel stomping down on my toes before I can yank my foot back! "AUGH!" I cry out, and you wrench your way free, using your tremendous, barbaric, Orcish strength! Before I know it, your powerful hands wrap around my shoulders, drawing me into your grasp. My heart thumps, panic that no amount of training can suppress threatening to seize me. With a grunt, I thrust a foot up, trying to pound it into your belly and shove you back off me! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !kick
My kick missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: You rush in, and my leg just gets trapped, lifted and to the side as you pull me into range. I press my arms against your shoulders, but I frankly doubt I can get out of this with strength alone. Your crushing strength keeps drawing me in... and I decide to try a different tack. My grimace softens into a seductive smile as I let you draw us together, our bare bosoms squashing together. My hands slide down your shoulders, caressing your ribs. Then to your enormous orbs, fingertips teasing the soft skin of the undersides of your boobs. "Admit it, lovely... this is what you want," I whisper into your ear.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !caress
My attempt to pleasure you fails.

Bholdora: I made sure to stomp your foot as hard as I could to break free from your hold before I turn around to face and hold you despite your attempt to kick me away but your folded leg ends up trapped between our bodies then your pained expression turns into a seductive one as you press your ample chest against mine's. while your hands caresses my shoulders ribs and the underside of my breast before you whisper on my ear seductively. I just growl back on your ear "No... I want this!", taking the opportunity your pussy is exposed again before I decide to raise my knee up high to slam your folds there.

Bholdora: !roll low blow 1d20+18
Roll the dice... ☒ 12 +18 = 30

Bholdora: !damage pussy
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 damage. PUSSY down to -3.

Bholdora: !pain 8d3
You are in pain and take ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 14 damage. HP down to 77.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My hazel eyes glimmer with sultry confidence as I caress your soft skin. Few rivals have ever managed to resist my wiles. Especially not this close, with our entire bodies pressed together. Feeling each others' heat. But your ferocious whisper hits like an ice cube sliding down into the pit of my belly. My thick thighs are trapped spread apart, and I feel the muscles in your powerful thigh tense, feeling your knee begin to rise, gliding up my sweaty inner thighs. My eyes widen. My lips part in the beginning of a gasp. Then... *THUD!* mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: The blow lifts me to my tiptoes as your knee spears into the soft, plump center of my womanhood! "OHHHHHHHH!" My lips open in a huge "O" and a long, shrill, strangled moan fills the room. My hands shoot down, desperately cupping around my sex, and my legs are jelly before they even hit the ground. I crumple like a wet rag, dropping with a resounding thud as my knees hit the rug. I fold over forwards, my butt on my ankles, my face on the carpet as I clutch my mound in utter agony. "Unnnnnhhh! Ohhh goddess, my pussy!"

Bholdora: I growl looking down at you while you nurse your pussy back in a shameful display. "If you took me a bit more seriously...." I growl down before I decide to sit down on your back pressing my firm ass down on you while my hands reaches and grabs at your asscheeks firmly, squeezing them hard, making sure you feel the pressure of my fingers before I snarl and decides to give you some hard and firm spanks down on both your cheeks, filling the room with the smacking sound of my palm slamming your ass flesh.

Bholdora: !damage 2d3
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 3 damage. HP down to 74.

Bholdora: I growl as I see you're aparently enjoying this and I spank you harder, making your ass cheeks sting with each spank, before I stop and start to rub your ass teasingly wanting to numb the stinging pain on your ass, giving the countess a good show of dominance over you while not being overly violent. before I resume spanking you again. "Amazon slut... I can see you're loving it..."

Bholdora: !arouse
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 9.

Bholdora: !arouse
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 = 6 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 15.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: "Unnnhhh!" I moan as I slowly rock back and forth, my cheek rubbing into the thick, plush rug as I cup and rub my bare vulva. I cannot imagine what the Countess must think, as she watches me, crumpled in agony and helpless at my rival's feet. A fucking ORC's feet! My cheeks flush pink as I hear her gasp and chuckle behind me, treated to a full view of my ass in this humiliating position. I groan in shock and pain as your full weight bears down on my shoulders, squashing my tits down into the rug. My cheeks flush bright scarlet as you add insult to already insulting injury, spanking me in this ridiculous position. And the Countess... giggles in delight! I wish the earth would open beneath me and swallow me whole. My thoughts whirl in panic, and I clutch my vulnerable sex tighter, fearing that you will hit me there again. And, what mortifies me the most is how my body reacts... my flower growing wet and slick in my very hands! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. PUSSY up to 0.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I try to force myself to fight back. To do SOMETHING to break free from this utterly humiliating position this Orc has trapped me in. But the throbbing between my thighs is relentless, and all I can do is squirm beneath you, desperately rubbing my aching pussy as you have your way with my reddening, searing butt!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. PUSSY up to 5.

Bholdora: I can't see how is your face right now but I wonder how you're feeling exactly at this very moment. Feeling humiliated as this orcess puts a good show on you. "Nothing bad for a tarvern brawler don't you think?", I growl spanking your ass harder while you struggle to nurse your pussy back but noticing the scent coming from your folds as you get aroused with the spanking and the nursing.... I let you stroke yourself while I'm still straddled on your back, before I growl and slap your hand away, wanting to cup and squeeze your pussy with my firm hand, wanting to renew the pain on your folds.

Bholdora: !lowblow 1d20+13
I go for your vulnerable groin! (Roll for groin attack)

Bholdora: !roll low blow 1d20+13
Roll the dice... ☒ 13 +13 = 26

Bholdora: !damage pussy 2d4
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. PUSSY down to 2.

Bholdora: !pain 3d3
You are in pain and take ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 7 damage. HP down to 67.

Bholdora: I give your pussy a good squeeze but you still show some resilience to not crumble again. I coudl go spanking your ass again but it's time for me to show what a dominant orcess can to do puny humans like you. I still grab your asscheeks, before I lean my face over your peaches and squeeze your body with my thighs to keep you in place, then I lean my face down pressing my mouth down on your sliky and damp pussy before I start to lick and nibble your folds there.

Bholdora: !arouse
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 26.

Bholdora: !damage
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚄ 5 = 8 damage. HP down to 59.

Bholdora: "rrrrm... How does it feels, Amazon slut?", I growl while I keep oraling your pussy savoring on your dampness before I decided to switch my position, flipping you on your back, while I drop my ass down on your waist. Wanting to give you some more roughness as I start to swing and slaps at your ample breasts.

Bholdora: !roll boob shot 1d20+3
Roll the dice... ☒ 10 +3 = 13

Bholdora: !attack boobs
My attack succeeds and does ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 damage. BOOBS down to 7.

Bholdora: !pain 9d2
You are in pain and take ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 14 damage. HP down to 45.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I desperately will myself to release my aching pussy, so i can start to work my way out of this devastating situation. But just as I do, you bat my hands away from my crotch, then I feel your long fingers clamp down and SQUEEZE my already tender weakspot! I yowl in agony, writhing in your grasp as I cup at your hands, but there's nothing I can do. Mercifully, you let go before you cause much harm. But then I feel your breasts squash down against the arched small of my back. Your hands parting my full, rounded cheeks. And your moist, warm tongue snaking down, caressing my moist, glistening folds. I moan in protest, but the sharp little gasps give me away. My chest heaves as the waves of pleasure mingle with pain. My petals part for you, your slick tongue teasing my womanhood. Tickling my throbbing clit. With a strangled yelp, I try to extend my legs, to get my vulnerable pussy away from your touch, be it painful or pleasurable. But just as I gather my senses, you flip me onto my back! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I land hard on the rug, my limbs splayed out as you plant your ass right on my hips. The sharp, intense aroma of your arousal invades my nostrils and fills my lungs. Your Orcish nectar is... different than a human woman's. No less slick, but far more potent, and I find myself momentarily powerless to resist, writhing weakly beneath you and pawing at your thighs. "Awww, yes, my lovely Orcess! Now show me your strength!" Cyra cackles in glee, and not a second later, your heavy hands begin to SLAP across my bare bosom! *WHAP! THWAP!* My tits THROB and SEAR as your hand claps against my soft, sweaty skin. My orbs bang into each other with every agonizing slap, and I writhe beneath you, desperately covering my tits! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: With a desperate howl, I cover my tits with my left and lash out with the right, trying to slug you across the jaw and make an opening to squirm out from beneath you! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !punch
My punch missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: You seize my hand by the wrist, trapping my arm in your crushing grip. My heart thumps in my chest. My eyes are wide, disbelieving that I could possibly end up in this position. With all my training, and all my conditioned strength and agility. Against a creature such as you! In a last ditch, I lash out for your right breast with my remaining hand, knowing that, if this fails, I will be well and truly defenseless.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll boobshot 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 20

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !attack boobs
My attack missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !attack 2d3
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 4 damage. HP down to 76.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I swipe for your tit, but you twist out of the way, my bared nails raking your ribs. I'm sure it stung... but it certainly did not have the needed effect!

Bholdora: I felt motivated when Cyra asked me to show my strength and I swing my palms at your breasts wildly, sending several jolts of pain on your chest as you writhe in pain and tries to cover your chest with your arms in an attempt to protect them before you suddenly swings a fist aimed right at my jaw but I could catch it before it even lands, while I snarl down at you. An act that caused you to swing a punch aimed at my breasts but I deflect your strike ending up slamming on my ribs instead making me grunt. "I'm going to tame you, bitch..." I growl as I reach down on your pussy and I give you a harsher squeeze on your folds, wanting to make you more submissive to my will as I maul you down there again.

Bholdora: !roll low blow 1d20+13
Roll the dice... ☒ 8 +13 = 21

Bholdora: !damage pussy 2d4
You take ☒ 4 + ☒ 3 = 7 damage. PUSSY down to -5.

Bholdora: !pain 7d3
You are in pain and take ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 = 13 damage. HP down to 32.

Bholdora: As I make you tamer under me after that crotch shot, I growl down at you throwing your grabbed wrist again and immediately attempting to cause more harm to your breasts as I swing my palms and slaps on them several times growling as I do it.

Bholdora: !roll boob shot 1d20+3
Roll the dice... ☒ 2 +3 = 5

Bholdora: but somehow you still show resilience against me.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Your growl sends a shiver down my spine, as I stare up into your eyes. Then I gasp out as you reach behind your back, and I instantly know where your hand is going! "Nonono! Not there!" I mewl, my mind a spinning kaleidoscope of panicked emotions as I try to twist my hips, but your hand claps down onto my mound, sending a sharp stab of pain through my womanhood! "Unnhhh-OOHHHHH NO! OHHH!" I howl in agony as your fingers dig into my tenderness, SQUEEZING my sex! You catch my clit between your fingers and pinch, and the agony is utterly unbearable! I howl, my hands slapping helplessly against your thighs and sides as I desperately try to cover up... but with you astride my waist, I cannot even nearly reach. Mercifully, you release me, again swinging for my tender tits, but despite the throbbing pain, I at least have the presence of mind to cover them up with an arm. I writhe weakly beneath you, my chest heaving with pain. I send a whirling shot at your jaw, desperate to get you OFF me!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !punch
My punch missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My fist simply refuses to fly, the deep throbbing between my thighs sending roiling pulses of pain up throughout my lower belly. I just want to curl up into a ball and cup myself, and I can't even do that!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. PUSSY up to -1.

Bholdora: I grin as you BEGS for me to not strike you down there. "Again I say this. If you faced me more seriously this wouldn't be happening with you now!", I snarl swinging my arm to slam your breasts but you managed to block them before I decide to grab yoru arms, pry them away from your chest and slam my torso against you, leaning down on your neck and I start to kiss and hickie it. "You think trying to seduce me would make me lower my guard?", I growl on your ear while I lick, bite and kiss your neck and shoulder flesh "You think I would go down easily like that? Fuck you, whore... You might have won several battles but I'm sure you're tired of that and want to be defeated at least once... Well you slut of an amazon, I will grant your wish as I sap away your fighting spirit. Showing you're not worthy to earn the countes' favor at all...."

Bholdora: !arouse
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚂ 3 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 33.

Bholdora: I keep you under my weight giving your neck and shoulder some rough hickies as I whispers more dirty words at your ear. "You slut, you're going to melt under me before I reduce you to a helpless whore in front of the Countess'.", I growl as I raise my ass before I SMACK my hips down on you. Humping my crotch hard, filling the room with the wet smacking sounds of mi mighty crotch down on you. "just give up an admit you're my bitch you sluty human!"

Bholdora: !arouse 2d7
You take ☒ 6 + ☒ 1 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 40.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I moan in protest as you womanhandle me on the ground. I'm so preoccupied with pain and humiliation that I barely even hear your taunts. I moan out in a mix of pain and pleasure as you bash your engorged pussy into my still very tender sex. My chest heaves, glistening with sweat. My breath is ragged, as I try to force air into my lungs. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. PUSSY up to 5.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I blink up at you, breathing heavily, your body flat against mine. Skin sliding against sweat-slicked skin. You are in absolute control. High on your dominance, as if defending yourself is beneath you as you just have your way with my body. With a hiss, I weave an arm in between us, pressing my forearm against your throat and trying to pry you off me!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 damage. HP down to 67.

Bholdora: I keep struggling to keep my dominance over you until you start to force your forearm against my throat making me gag as you pushes me off and you actually manages to roll away from me, standing up quickly. As for me, I let go a frustrated growl but the way I act don't reflect this. I just slowly stands up, looking at you, seeing how damp your pussy got as well as your heavy breathes as you're quite worked out there. I struts towards you, confident about my superiority over you before I go for a sudden lunge, aparently going to give your worked up pussy a grab to try to force you to lower your arms to avoid being grabbed and mauled there once more time. But this time it was a feint.

Bholdora: !roll feint 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 9

Bholdora: As I managed to make you believe I would go for your folds, I grin and actually charge at you wanting to hold on you again, try to mess even more with your mind, as I try to break you mentally when I grab at yoru breasts and squeeze them firmly while I drive you against the wall, leaning in to kiss your mouth, invading my tongue deep inside of you, wrestling with yours before I hold on your head and gives you a rough frenchie.

Bholdora: !arouse
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 46.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Your smirk. Your confident strut. That glimmer in your eye. You think you have me cornered. And I can't even say you're wrong. My chest heaves with panting gasps. My entire body glistens with sweat, streaked from rolling around on the rug. My lush mane hangs in a tangled mess against my back, some soaking to my skin. And my mound... puffy with arousal, it bulges even more than before... and anyone can tell that the moisture slicking it isn't just sweat. Your hand shoots down, and I gasp, a hand bolting down to cup my sore sex, desperate not to be hit there again. And you take full advantage, slamming me to the wall, having your way with my undefended breasts, pressing your lips into mine. And my body betrays me, as I let you slip your tongue between my lips, just moaning into the kiss. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I struggle to shake off the lush haze of arousal. To bring my body back under control. A little halting moan from the Countess shows that she's thoroughly enjoying this... I can't let this be how she remembers me! I draw my hands up your sides, fingertips sliding up your ribs. You're not even defending yourself, so sure in your conquest. My fingers tease the soft skin of your breasts, sliding up, cupping your nipples... then suddenly, I try to squeeze them hard and TWIST them in opposite directions!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll Boob Shot 1d20+10
Roll the dice... ☒ 1 +10 = 11

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !attack boobs 2d3
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. BOOBS down to 11.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !pain 5d2
You are in pain and take ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 6 damage. HP down to 61.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Your nipples nearly slip from my grasp, but I manage to pinch down on them, twisting them viciously with a gasping snarl! "You think I would surrender so easily?!" I hiss in your face as I push you off me. But even with you momentarily at bay, I have few good options. I need to put you DOWN. Now! I can't see if your legs are parted, but in desperation, I try to pump a knee up between your thighs anyway! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll low blow 1d20+5
Roll the dice... ☒ 13 +5 = 18

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !knee pussy
My knee strike missed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !knee 2d3
My knee strike connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 55.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Your hips are turned to the side, but my knee DRILLS into your outer thigh with a moist *THOCK!* The Countess gasps with a gleeful giggle, leaning forwards in her chaise, eyes wide with rapt attention.

Bholdora: Indeed I was confident you would submit to me and you used it to your favor as you grab and squeezes my nipples violently making me roar in pain before you push me away, snarling at me. As I'm pushed, while I regain my footing, my folds are quite open for your strike but I deny your revenge as I shift my body around and your knee ends up slamming my firm abs with a loud and wet smacking sound. I hiss in mild pain, far from being winded before I fight back you swinging a quick cross punch aimed at your face, wanting to make your head snap to the side firmly, forcing you to spit your saliva down in the ground.

Bholdora: !quick
My quick move connected and did ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 5 damage. HP down to 27.

Bholdora: And as I managed to do that, I follow up my attack, snarling loudly and trying to send you back to the wall as I raise my leg and slam it squarelly right on your torso wit a fierce kick.

Bholdora: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 5 damage. HP down to 22.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: Your fist slams across my jaw, sending me reeling back towards the wall. My hands slap against the cool, dry stone as I catch myself, leaving dark, moist hand-prints. I turn around, my back pressing against the wall, only to see you charging in, leg curled up for a ferocious kick, attacking with reckless abandon! I push off the wall, bracing. Your bare foot slams into my midriff, forcing my butt back against the stone. my hands wrap around your foot, momentarily trapping it. With a grunt, I hurl it to the right, upsetting your balance, then try to summon all of my training and experience as I WHIRL my battered body hard to the right! My left leg lashes out, toes pointed as I attempt to slam my instep into the side of your face!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !kick 3d7
My kick connected and did ☒ 5 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 5 = 15 damage. HP down to 40.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !damage head
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. HEAD down to 4.

Bholdora: I slammed my foot on your abs pressing you against the wall but you grab at my kicking foot for my surprise and then you suddenly slams your fot right at m head, paybacking the punch I landed on you as I sidesteps and holds my head, feeling stunned by your kick while I try to regain my footing to assume my posture and face you again with a growl.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: "YAAAAAHHHHH!" I howl as my instep connects flush with the underside of your jaw, sending you staggering to the side. "You thought you HAD me, greenskin harlot?!" I hiss, my cheeks flushed and the tips of my ears bright red with indignation and fury. My amber eyes lock with yours, and I see that distant gaze. That vague, confused expression I've seen so many times. And every fiber of my being chants the same command. "Attack! Now!" my trainers' voices hiss in unison throughout my subconscious. But that kick took nearly everything out of me. With a gasping huff, I force my burning thighs to lunge towards you, my hands flashing out as I throw a left-right underhook combo to the body, then aim a hook across your face!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !damage
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚁ 2 = 4 damage. HP down to 36.

Bholdora: I was shouted at while I was recovering from the kick and I stood up again to face you just to be greeted with a combo coming from you, slamming my body with two fierce punches and a firm hook aimed at my face but I soaked most of these strikes, grinning at you before I return in kind your agressiveness. Swinging some quick jabs aimed at yoru face and sending a hook on your abs moments after your hook strikes my face.

Bholdora: !quick
My quick move failed.

Bholdora: Even when you avoided my attacks, I still keeping my offensive, snarling as you dance away from my attacks but I try to grab at your hair, pulling your face down while at the same time I swing a violent uppercut wanting to slam hard and squarely on your face.

Bholdora: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 damage. HP down to 12.

Bholdora: !damage head
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 = 5 damage. HEAD down to 9.

Bholdora: I'm n a furious rage at this moment. Being insulted as harlot and seeing how badly my punch slammed on yoru face, I decided to hold your hair with both hands, snarling and doubling you over before I put my leg behind myself and thrust a knee firmly on your face more than willing to finish you for good now.

Bholdora: !knee
My knee strike missed.

Bholdora: !damage
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 5 damage. HP down to 7.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: A little grin tugs at my lips as your fists find only air, again and again. My muscles pulse in the rhythmic dance of combat. Duck. Weave. Pivot. Weave. The bitch is back, Orc! Then, your hand flashes out. Off rhythm and unexpected, strong fingers seizing my dark, swaying mane! "ARGH!" I yelp in shock as you yank my head forwards, then- *CRACK!* Blinding light. My ears ring. I would have been bowled over backwards if you didn't hold my head down. Before I can even recover my bearings, your knee thrusts up, the throbbing muscles of your thigh filling my vision. No! I try to ward the blow off with my arms, but it still slams into my cheek. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: My knees quake. My breath rushes in and out in shallow pants. I can sense it... I have nearly nothing left. I totter in your grasp, tipping my head just enough to spot your jaw. With a grunt, I twist to loop a hook across your jaw, hoping you're still rattled from the brutal head kick a moment ago. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !quick
My quick move failed.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I can't even raise my arm high enough, as I slowly drop to a knee, the weight of your hands bearing down on the back of my head. I stare up at you, lips puckered. Huffing. My eyes slide down your powerful body. Down your rippled belly. Settling on your lush folds. Hoping against hope, I swing a fist up between your thighs!

Kessa_of_Hyboria: !roll low blow 1d20
Roll the dice... ☒ 4

Bholdora: My rage was intense, so intense you couldn't even get your bearing right at this moment. You managed to slam your hook on my jaw but I soaked it... grunting a bit at your weakened strike but and then you slam your fist between my legs but I quickly twists my hips so you end up grazing my ass instead. I keep holding you, growling as I pull you up just to finish you good with a knee strike aimed between your legs to teach you how to strike someone's pussy

Bholdora: !roll Low blow 1d20+18
Roll the dice... ☒ 5 +18 = 23

Bholdora: !damage pussy 2d4
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. PUSSY down to -1.

Bholdora: !pain 6d3
You are in pain and take ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 11 damage. HP down to -4.

Kessa_of_Hyboria: I stare up at you, lips parted, eyes wide in shock and horror. I cannot believe this is happening. But as you hoist me upright, drawing me up from my kneel, I cannot will my body to move at all. Not to swing at you. Not to kick. My knees quake under me, thick thighs quivering, struggling to support any part of my weight. I hear the Countess' moans quickening behind me. She is clearly... enjoying this. My utter humiliation. I stare into your eyes, my lips moving, but no sound coming out. And you're not listening, either, as you DRIVE your knee up between my spread thighs, hard bone slamming into my delicate softness and sending a sickening jolt all through my body! mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: "Unnnnnhhhhhh!" I moan a long, low, strangled moan as I drop hard onto my back. I desperately cup and squeeze my throbbing mound, writhing from side to side with my thighs spread wide. I try to rise up, but the pain is too much, and I collapse back onto my side before rolling over onto my belly. Defeated. Utterly humiliated. I rock slowly from side to side, my hands trapped between my hips and the ground, fingers shamelessly massaging my aching sex. The last of the Countess' willowy, orgasmic moans echo off the walls as she reclines in her chaise, here eyes hungrily dancing from you, to me, then back. mtc

Kessa_of_Hyboria: She rises up with a sensual smirk, her dark red satin robe hanging loose off her shoulders, the sash undone. Her nude body gleams through the gap in the lapels as she struts towards you, red lips parted in a pleased smile. "Well well, my darling... you are EXACTLY who I need by my side in these treacherous times." She moves up next to you, her bare body pressing into your side. Her left hand traces the contours of your biceps. Her left slides up your thigh, cupping and gently squeezing your powerful glute. She glances from you, down to my agonized, squirming form, then back. I curl up on my side, then gasp as I feel her foot press into the side of my ass. "Oh, and don't you go anywhere. I have JUST the use for you, too!" I look up between panting gasps. My blood runs cold at the Countess' sinister grin.

Bholdora: I growled down at you while the countess moans in clear orgasm as the fights ends and looking at me and then you, and then back to me again. Then I could see the countess nude form struting towards me and I cold see her sensuous and powerful figure moving close to me, her eyes and red lips pleased with my display of dominance over the human. "It will be an honor, Countess.", I said with a respectful bow while she starts to caress my biceps, my thighs and my glutes. Resisting the urge to return the gesture but that's not the place and the moment for that. Then I look at the countess and you still groaning in pain before she stomps down your ass and stating she would have a better use for you but judging by the sinister grin on her face, I preffer to not think much about your destiny. Whatever it might be, you should accept it as this was the risk in venturing into this place you knew it much as I knew it. But this, and how my life with the Countess will develop, is another story.

Published: 2024-09-03, viewed 80 times.