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The Great Hunt (Tassadar) GM'ed by MAF


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Kavika nodded in agreement, a small smile playing across her lips briefly. "Yes... We fight him on our terms, not his. You can take him, leave the dancer to me." With a plan settled on how they would play that match out, Kavika would go about her other endeavors after a quick shower to wash Grubrik's stench off.

Meeting with Twig, she nodded and smirked knowingly, silently accepting Jungar's method of payment. "Alright then. When you see them, tell them that they may do as they like, they aren't beholden to me."

Then it was time to look out for the rules, and Kavika's first thought on that was to ask one of the arena employees. Unfortunately, the orc she found first, who was boredly guarding a doorway for reasons she could only guess at, chose immediately to extort her, and given her enslaved status there was only one thing he might reasonably want from her. Kavika pursed her lips, but after offering to take her mouth to him he seemed content with that. He stepped aside into another room and set himself into a chair, and Kavika followed hesitantly, red coloring her cheeks slightly.

She dropped to hands and knees a few paces away, letting him harden at the sight of her crawling demurely toward him, and then hesitated briefly when confronted directly with the orcish guard's fat green cock, her eyes widening and breath washing over it in slight gasps. The huntress started by kissing the thick organ near the base, lightly parting her lips to glance against the lower reaches of it while she breathed in his heady musk. Her tongue slipped out a moment later, taking her first taste of the orc's meat and drawing a soft moan from Kavika before she could suppress it. Though they might not be his only forces, many of Korgoth's minions comprised of orcish men, including the very man whom she was now seeking to pleasure. Her vision of them as her enemy ignited the traitorous spark of lust in her core, born from her mother's constant lessons of pride and control, where being dominated and used to pleasure another was viewed as the purest form of defeat.

And yet, here she was, arousal flaring as she dragged her tongue up the underside of the orc's shaft, defiance igniting in her eyes even as lust rose up in her core. Kavika let out a soft moan as she reached the fat tip of the orc's rod and promptly engulfed it between her lips, rolling repeatedly her tongue over the bulbous head while glaring up at the guard. He had no idea who she was, no notion that the woman sucking his cock was one of his master's greatest enemies, only that he wanted her to do exactly as she was. Her lips descended as Kavika swallowed the orc's shaft in one swift bob, her cheeks sinking inwards to embrace the sides of his fat rod while she sucked, hard. She ascended slowly, but that was where the slow pace ended, as once she reached the orc's tip once again Kavika wrapped the forefinger and thumb of her right hand around the base of his shaft, and quickly dropped her lips to meet them. Then she started bobbing quickly, jerking the orc guard off simultaneously while her tongue bombarded his rod with it's dedicated attention, and for the next few minutes moved in that manner consistently.

Her eyes flared, glaring up at the orcish guard, completely contradicting how passionately she was sucking him off and the needy moans and coos she released with increasing regularity. Her hips swayed back and forth, Kavika making inviting motions subconsciously to no one, as they were blessedly secluded. A dull haze of arousal had settled over her mind, inspired by the scent and taste and texture of the rod now throbbing in her mouth, and as she worked towards the final release the orc's hand on her head was entirely unnecessary save that it helped her fight the rising urge to climb into his lap and ride his load out instead. She wouldn't have let a drop escape if given the chance, and she didn't, moaning as he pumped his warm cream down her throat and into her mouth, bobbing and stroking until his spurts turned to sputters and for several seconds after, milking the orc's cum into her mouth. She slid back, released his tip with a pop, and opened her mouth to display the leftovers of his liquid gift, and she caught the piece of paper thrown at her chest as she swallowed. She blushed a bit brighter at his invitation, unable to meet his eyes any longer, and after a moment she nodded slightly. "I think... I might take you up on that." Then she left, trying to keep her hips from swaying alluringly, and didn't even bother reading the rules pamphlet before returning to her chamber and going to bed.

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The next day, Kavika perused the rules and scowled. That was... Problematic. Still, it just meant that she would have to win, which she intended to do anyway. With that taken care of, she would go take a shower, and for the time being would try to keep her head down and work out, concentrating on training in hand to hand combat with Routa. With luck, they wouldn't be bothered, and Kavika would have time to try and carefully stalk the dancer a bit and see what she normally did. A few more questions popped through her mind; What were the ways out of the arena area, where were the keys to the collars, who took care of them... And she knew exactly who she could ask, slyly, if she couldn't think up the answers, with a bit of practice on giving pleasure and a favor of some sort to boot. She would ask for something innocuous, masking her real intentions by fingering the color uncomfortably while sucking him off again and saying his dick was big enough that she could feel it adding pressure against the metal, before finishing him off with her tits while innocently guiding their conversation to get what she needed to know, making herself seem curious and making statements wherever possible rather than asking questions. If she had to escape this place, she wanted to know what she would have to do to get rid of the collar.

After a day of training and information gathering, Kavika would assess her and Routa's condition before deciding what to do next.
 
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Twig would nod to Kavika, and soon was off to communicate her wishes to the pair on the outside.

The orc watched Kavika closely, only grinning at her glares. There was challenge in his own eyes, as well as interest. "You're exactly the kind of woman Korgoth wants in his army. You have the eyes of a warrior." he declared while she sucked his cock. "And you know how to pay respect to those stronger than you." he said, and just at a glance, he might not be wrong. Kavika could see that his muscles were hints to his strength that possibly surpassed even the giant Grubrik, and his skin looked decorated with stories of battle. He was one man meant to guard many from leaving the Pit, and if Swift Claw wasn't a fool, she wouldn't station a weakling. Kavika's nose only picked up the scent of a worthy mate, making her drive to mount his cock and take his seed into her pussy a strong one.

Kavika seemed to gather a seeded interest from the orc.

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(2 days until match)

Kavika trained with Routa, and observed that Grubrik seemed to travel with the pair of girls before, while the dancer seemed heavily enforced with a large entourage of Grubrik's slaves guarding her and enforcing other pit dwellers to give Dancer some space. Even Kavika and Routa were chased out when they came storming in. Dancer and Grubrik seemed together for all the important scenes. Morning and night, training at dusk and dawn, and meal time. Otherwise, in their free time they spent surprisingly little time together. Grubrik just walked around and harassed women, Kavika and Routa as well if he spotted them, fondling them only teasingly while laughing at their observed weakness. Dancer wanted no part of the two, and would scold Grubrik for any interaction he made with them, soon avoiding the girls as the dancer did.

While sucking him off, the orc shrugged at Kavika. "Unfortunately Swift Claw is the only one who can take them off without exerting some kind of seal breaking magic nonsense. Past that I actually prefer to see that on you." he chuckled. "They're meant to stay on dangerous individuals until Swift Claw deems it worthy for them to be free." he said. "I cannot just take them off, for multiple reasons. But, maybe someone who knows about that kind of magic would have an inkling." he theorized. "Hell, they had to be super upgraded when we came to find out some were strong willed enough to just take them off themselves." he declared. "No one has had sufficient willpower to take them off in months though. Though, who's to say someone can't somehow get strnog willed enough to break it? I'd say it's only a matter of time." he declared, as Kavika would handily recall Grubrik's collar looking stressed.

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(1 Day remaining)

Kavika was healthy, as was Routa that morning. Kavika awoke in her room with Routa in a bed across the way. And in the doorway stood familiar faces. Dancer was present to greet Kavika as she'd awake to the sounds of the cell doors opening, and she seemed to have a squad of ten pathetic but numerous pit fighters with her. "Ready for your dose, Huntress?" Dancer inquired. "You're not leaving this cell until you're nice and pacified~" she declared. It seemed like Dancer took what Routa said to heart, and was ready to use all her power to ensure Kavika was mouth fucked and filled with cum on this day, to mitigate her non-existent powers.

The tall, muscular, burly Crolian men would pour in, all naked, and aimed to mount Kavika's face, all following Dancer's strict word to cum in her mouth, and make her drink liters of their cum. "Am I clear? All of you, empty your ballsacks. Try to resist, Huntress, and I will do terrible things to you and the stampede." she declared, glancing at Routa, who wasn't snoring like she usually was. She was just laying flat in bed, on her back and facing the ceiling. Being her sister and sharing such a bond, Kavika wouldn't need a memo to know that a snoring Routa was a sleeping Routa, and there was no other kind. This Routa was not snoring.
 
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The orc guard's words only incensed Kavika further, causing her glare to intensify. It aided her in resisting the temptation to settle herself into his lap, both that first day and the next, but also added more traitorous fantasy of the capable warrior pinning her to the floor and planting his virile seed deep into her depths. The more mutated she became, the more effective a breeder she became, and the greater the temptation there was to settle into that fate... But it was one she would not accept for herself, certainly not so easily, though that resolution wouldn't keep her from going back to the guard for more. The favors she might garner could be useful, though his apparent might did make her wonder why a capable warrior who seemed so uninterested in his responsibility would willingly sit guarding a door in an arena.

Her continued patience on that front at least garnered her a bit more information, with some hints at a possibility that Kavika didn't blatantly bite on just yet. It was a possibility, albeit one she would have to verify if she ever needed to try it out.

The next day, and the last before their match with the tiresome duo, would start out.... Interesting. Kavika awoke and sat upright quickly, sensing that something was wrong, and lo and behold, the Dancer who as yet had no other name or title to go by was standing in the doorway. The leftovers of sleep left Kavika instantly, and she sprung out of bed fully naked, the manner in which she usually slept. "What are you-" She began, only for the goon squad to pile in and her question to be quickly answered. At first Kavika was simply confused, but then she remembered Routa's declaration and inwardly smiled. Had she actually bought that even after their escape that same encountered? Well... Might as well play along, it wasn't like she would actually be harmed in any way by a few mouthfuls of cum, and she could use the practice giving head anyway.

Adopting a frustrated look, Kavika swept her gaze over the group of men - none of whom she recognized - and then to Routa. She wasn't snoring, which meant she was awake, which meant she could spring in if something went wrong. It probably wouldn't, so long as she played along, but having the backup on hand was good. "Ksh... You bitch!" Kavka said angrily, bristling even as she let herself be forced to her knees. She looked towards Routa, adopting a gaze of helpless fury, and then back to the dancer as she chewed her lower lip.

"Where did you even get this many goons?" She demanded as she came face to... Well, fairly close with nearly a dozen cocks, one of which was undoubtedly pressing against her lips. She grumbled audibly, lips tightly closed while the Dancer issued her threat, before continuing in a voice that was under her breath but not quite inaudible; "Fuck... If I suck this many... I'll swallow so much... I'll be helpless!" Hopefully she was selling it hard enough, as she cast another glance at Routa as she played possum, before once more looking through the crowd towards the dancer. "F-fine... Just... Don't hurt my partner!"

With that, Kavika would reach out, taking a rod in each hand, whichever was nearest, while her lips opened to invite whoever was lucky enough to be first in line to use her mouth. She would let them use her, or at least seem to, but wouldn't be entirely idle in the process. It wasn't her first gangbang, shameful as that might be to think, and her hands stroked with practiced ease while whoever got to use her mouth was given her full talents... Or at least, as many as she could employ while basically being facefucked. Kavika would sauck, hard, letting her cheeks dimple to caress either side of her present customer's shaft while her tongue caressed their underside. She went for simple, quick, and powerful, not using any refined techniques or teasing while simply trying to get them off as quickly and efficiently as possible. Anyone who came in her mouth would be swallowed in steady, practiced gulps, and shown any treat they left on her tongue before it too was drank down to the last drop. anyone who popped too early from just her hands would, assuming it was permitted, spill as little as possible on her face before she placed her tongue and open mouth in the path of their ejaculation, and once they were empted she would roll her tongue in a pool of seed only to swallow it all down too.

It was difficult, in such a flurry of motion, but Kavika would make herself seem dazed and emptyheaded the more semen she drank, moaning with an ever changing balance of need, defiance, and lust as the Dancer's assault dragged on.
 
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The dancer giggled. "You're shocked that having someone like Grubrik was difficult to convince these worthless bottom tier pit fighters into raping a pretty little bitch like you?" she asked back. "A literal bitch it would seem." she chuckled, while the man in front gripped her face and forced his dick inside, thrusting with wild abandon as he fucked her lips while the others enjoyed their hand jobs. Their meat as thick as you could expect a human's to be, nice to play with and a handful, but nothing like her usual partners. Minutes passed of the pleasure, before the three men came one at a time. The one in her mouth yanked her hair, holding his crotch to her face while he dumped his load into her stomach, then the two other men couldn't wait any longer, and both stuffed their cocks into her face, cumming together and fattening her cheeks as she tried to pace herself and swallow it all, only to end up trying to swallow it as the fourth customer shoved his dick right into her cum stuffed mouth.

Still not satisfied, the first one went behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and slammed his lubricated cock into her asshole as he let out a groan. "Nnnn! Didn't think her pucker would be this snug!" he chuckled, before thrusting in earnest, raping her asshole. Dancer would just giggle, reaching a hand down to pet her fingers along Kavika's pussy. The mere touch soon robbing her legs of just a bit of her strength, allowing the man free access to plow into her asshole. Dancer giggled, lightly kissing her neck while touching her index and thumb to Kavika's nipple with her other hand. Kavika felt a certain numbness to motion, but not to pleasure, overcome her. It'd continue until she couldn't move it seemed, and Kavika wasn't even through half of her customers while there was at least half a dozen holding her down. "Will you join me in Grubrik's room, Huntress?" Dancer inquired. "He desires your pussy a second time, it seems he fell in love with it~" she giggled, while knowingly robbing Kavika of her right to object with her paralyzing touch.
 
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Kavika didn't have much opportunity to pretend to protest, but it seemed that her initial performance was sufficient to sell her surrender. She had merely to try and endure for the initial few minutes, swallowing as best she could the first load, and then the second and third as they were delivered simultaneously into her mouth. She hadn't even managed to swallow that before the fourth man thrust himself into her throat and started pumping, causing Kavika to whine, and the sound turned into a whine as the first man forcefully thrust himself into her ass. She found it more repulsive than pleasant, but could only whine in protest, especially as the Dancer began to work her paralyzing touch.

The other woman's mock request earned another pained whine from Kavika, one that she put her heart into. Another round with Grubrik was the opposite of what she wanted right now. At best it would leave her exhausted and unable to train, and there were certainly worse things that might come of it depending on how willing the two were to break the arena's rules. Still, now she really couldn't exist, and as she was sandwiched between the two men working into her holes couldn't even speak her refusal aloud.
 
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The men around her chuckled. "Sounds like Grubrik can wait. She wants to be with us right now." the one inside of her ass boasted. Then another delivered an insulting flick to the Dancer's breast. "Yeah, tell Grubrik to come get his prize on his own time. If he wants to tackle all of us then by all fucking means. Until then, we'll see you later, dancer." he said. The dancer frowned, displeased at their arrogance before realizing she brought one too many to come 'help' before she simply turned to leave the room.

Once she did, Kavika found the thrusts slowing, and then ceasing. The cocks popped out of her mouth, and the cock out of her ass. "... Hope we didn't cause TOO rude an awakening." the one above her, formerly in her mouth said. The one previously in her ass allowed her up. "We were bathing after paying respects to our mistress twins, when she approached us treating us like random pit fighters, asking us to cum in your mouth and get rough with you." he said. "Fucking idiot had no idea who she was talking to." one on the side chuckled quietly.

"Again, sorry, just giving her a smoke screen." they declared. "The twins have got you covered, though from the way they speak, your debts only increase. Hehehe." one leaning against the wall said, arms folded confidently. It seemed like Kavika's alliances paid off.
 
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Well. That was a surprise. Kavika shook herself as the gathered men pulled away and out of her, gasping slightly for air now that her mouth wasn't in use and trying to shake off the numbness that the dancer's strange touch had caused. Her footing was shaky after being helped up, and she stumbled over to her bed and sat down. "Ahhhh... So you're the twins' boys.... Well, good luck she picked you I suppose. Still, it'd be best if I'm a little scarce today to keep up appearances, at least in the morning. Thank you."

She eyed the gathered men for a few moments, letting her gaze wander at the plethora of eye candy, and then looked over at Routa. "So, since you'll likely by solo for at least a part of it, have you put any thought into what you want to do today? The match is tomorrow, so by the end of today we'd best be as prepared as we can be."
 
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Addressed, and apparently finding it safe, Routa rolled over. "I was just going to train, because Twig, Jungar, and you all told me not to do anything because I might ruin your plan." she said, looking a bit saddened as she knew that fact, and why it was a fact that she needed to obey.
 
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"Okay. Well, other than being ambushed or getting yourself in trouble, I don't think there's much you could do to mess up what I plan on doing. Probably. Just training is fine," Kavika replied with a wry smirk. "I'll go and train with you for a bit, and then go and try to arrange something with someone." Then, however, she turned to the men gathered in the room; "I... Probably ought to be a bit dirtier if they're to believe that you continued having your way with me. So... Do you mind? I can give you some help if you need it."

Once sufficiently covered in cum, Kavika would let the men go off to their own devices and then wait a bit longer before going to the showers with Routa. Then it was off to train, making sure to stumble and look exhausted and spent, and not working out nearly as hard as she usually did while visually struggling. She didn't know if the Dancer or Grubrik had enough connections to get spies on her, but if they did they would surely get the image she portrayed from someone. After a short while she would storm off in apparent frustration, and then sneak off in her best effort to remain unfollowed.

Then she went to the orc guard she had been "entertaining" for the past few days, now sans her usual leotard, and ask demurely to suck him off. Kavika would be particularly enthusiastic this time around too, moaning as she bobbed harder and faster than ever, but as he was about to bust she would pull off of him gasping. Her hands resumed her work immediately stroking him enthusiastically but not quite enough to make him blow, at least not quickly. "Nnnn... You're so big... And hard... And it tastes... Soooooo.... Goooood~" She accentuated her statement with a long lap up his shaft, and for moment she suckled on the orc's tip before descending on it again, resuming her earlier pace and letting him get off down her throat.

Once she had swallowed his seed to the last drop, Kavika remained on her knees at the orc's feet, slowly stroking his shaft. "Mmmm... You know, I'd like to keep doing this. Regularly," She said slowly, trying to word her request as carefully as possible. "But you know... If I lose my next match, I'll be free to the public. You might have to muscle around in line before you get your turn. And my opponent, he keeps a lot of girls all to himself, he might be really greedy too. It'd be a real shame for him if someone took all his toys away for a night... Maybe to put them to some more public use... Or let the guards enjoy them exclusively."
 
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RJ: The men in the cell would chuckle and nod, even helping themselves and one using her ass cheeks to squeeze his cock so they could paint her body in their seed. Routa had a surreal expression as this all happened, before just leaving the cell to go train as it was understandably awkward to be a third wheel in all that. Then, once with the orc, he grinned and took his seat, letting Kavika do all the work again. He seemed quite enthralled by her eagerness, but was also a bit aware. He didn't indulge it, just enjoyed it. Ending it with his usual fare of holding her head down to make her swallow and clean it up. When she made her indirect request, he literally burst out laughing. His eruption of amusement left her ears ringing with his booming voice. "There it is. A clever one. Humans are good for something, despite what they say." he chuckled. "Quite frankly, I haven't had a 'turn' with anything other than your mouth. I might know why, but I might be wrong."
RJ: As he said that, he put his hands under Kavika's armpits, and lifted her up to sit in his lap, his moistened cock running underneath her pussy as his long cock's tip poked out just from between her asscheeks. "Am I wrong? Will I get to keep the Huntress all to myself?"
Tass: Kavika flinched at the orc guard's booming laughter, but then smirked up at him. She let him lift her up into his lap, gasping as she felt him rub against her petals only for his thick rod to nestle between her plump cheeks. Her knees tightened and her hands settled onto his shoulders, letting her teasingly slide herself just enough to lightly stroke herself against his rod. "Mmmmm, maybe you're greedy too..." Kavika purred, looking back behind herself to admire his length even as she played with it a moment only to slide her eyes back onto him. "Why, hm? Why do you think I've only used my mouth... My chest... My hands?"
RJ: His grin deepened. "Because you aren't what you're playing yourself to be. You aren't just some bitch sucking my dick thinking someone else will get her out of the Pit." He put his hand on her head, large enough to hold the entire top of her head with one hand. "There's a brain in here, and you might be worth something too." he declared. "And in here, where am I in the unlikely event you defeat swiftclaw and earn her reward? A fool orc that thought he owned you?"
RJ: He laughed, though it was more of a chuckle compared to the boom. "I'm no fool, and I'm sure as hell more fit to be something better than a door guard."
Tass: Kavika lightly tilted her head in his grip, canine ears twitching amidst her auburn hair, and returned his chuckle with one of her own. "So, even the staff want to leave? Damn... This place sounds like it needs new management. Or at least new rules." Her hips continued their little dance, gliding against the orc's rod alluringly but without offering either of them anything resembling relief. "You could probably take me whenever you wanted... But if I do beat swiftclaw and leave, you want to come with?" She said as she met his gaze, smirking, "you might not like that as much as you think... But that's something that I can agree to."
RJ: He tilted his head with her. "Word by the birds claim that the one amidst all the barren snow wastes that can possibly stand up to Korgoth's might is a read haired warrior born from the womb of Korgoth's latest harem member. Many of us are betrayed yet obligated to follow Korgoth. His promises were misleading, and dug into the minds of those who had doubts about the orc way. We're basically clanless, as much as Korgoth likes to claim otherwise. If you're the warrior rumored, then..." he put his hands on her ass, helping her grind along his cock. "I wonder how you'd define honor in Korgoth's place?" he inquired. "And I wonder what kind of powerful warriors that womb can make." he cooed, lifting her up by her ass and hovering her just over his cock, letting her have the choice of impalement.
Tass: Shit.... But not surprising, not entirely. Red hair of her sort wasn't exactly unheard of in Crolian humans, and it was common among orcs too, but she had hoped that her outfit and animal mutations might have hidden her a bit better. Kavika didn't let the surge of panic that threatened to drive away the butterflies of rising lust show on her face though, that sort of emotional response would have earned her a beating from her mother. Learning to conceal her feelings had become second nature. Besides, the rise of her hips, assisted but not forced, made those all too familiar butterflies surge inside of her. She moaned as she felt his fattened tip brush against her lower lips, which by then were quivering with arousal, and at his softly spoken words she let out a moan and closed her eyes. Her hips shifted, letting her moist nethers brush back and forth across the fat tip, and Kavika made no effort to shift him to her other hole. He was a strong male, virile and potent... Worthy. And even the smell of him had left her legs quaking each time she sucked him off. Even if he was one of Korgoth's minions - though apparently hesitantly - the notion of taking his seed inside was not an unpleasant one. >>
Tass: It took her a minute of chewing her lip before Kavika could properly respond, and when she did it was with a flushed face. "It's true... Korgoth is not a popular man, and less popular by the day. Some might prefer the old ways... And some few might seek to make something new instead. As for... What kind of... Warriors... Is that only a curiosity?" Her body hadn't yet recovered entirely from giving birth to the gruff's child, but she was getting close to the point where her warped womb would be ready to conceive again, and this might not be the last time if she wanted to keep the orc on her side.
RJ: The orc chuckled as she questioned him. The green man, burly and powerful, still seemed to have a keen eye. His guard didn't slip at all even with Kavika on top of him, as if he was just waiting for Kavika to turn into a sex assassin. The orc clearly had stories to tell, hence his boredom with his current position. "Aren't you curious too? You certainly..." he groaned, taking a moment to take much of her left breast into his mouth to flick her tip back and forth with his tongue before letting her go. "... Certainly look like you're ready to find out what we'll make." he declared. If Kavika did nothing to stop him after that, her lack of resistance would only cause one thing to happen. And that would be the orc gripping her ass roughly with both hands, holding her up while pulling on her breast with his mouth and thrusting his crotch up wildly, impaling her and fucking her violently while milking her breast with his mouth. >>
RJ: This continued in rapid thrusts, the sounds of flesh against wet flesh echoing throughout their private room, until the orc stood up in a sudden surge of overwhelming emotion, holding Kavika in a frontal bearhug of a sorts with his hands holding her up by her ass to rest her hilted on his crotch, growling with animalistic lust as she could feel his virile cock explode inside of her pussy, the tip kissing right against her womb to dump a massive load of cum into her womb, filling it entirely before his cock slowly went soft, until it plopped out of her pussy with a vivid, slick, gooey pop as globs of cum gushed out of her pussy and slapped against the floor, their sweat mixing together to form a small puddle on the floor as they dripped in heat together. "I suppose you are her then. Well, best of luck to you." he chuckled. "If you fail... I might have just enough pull around here to make you my own personal slave. I'd honor your quest, but understand... If it comes to that..." he looked at her directly. In the event should she fail, and his help be given... "You will be mine. And I'll see that womb put to good use."
RJ: Then, he'd let her go, but first bending her over the table to grope her breasts, using her weakness following climax to milk her breasts and fill his mug with her white life giving milk. Once she had her milk taken, he'd release her to return to the pit. "Good news, your match was moved to be the first one on the card. Guess the two contestants won't have much chance to prepare." he announced, grinning with a wink at Kavika
Tass: Kavika arched her back as the orc guard leaned down, offering easier access to his intended target, and moaned softly as her full breast was engulfed and his tongue flicked against the sensitive nub. A small squirt of her milk easily issued forth, drawn with but the slightest suction. The orc's hands met her ass as it descended, needing little power to draw her down as the moaning human impaled herself on the slab of thick, orcish meat below her. Ecstasy poured up her body as her inner walls were spread by the orc's thick tool, until his bare head kissed her cervix as her ass smacked down onto his lap. Her own muscles moved in perfect sync, driving them together harder and faster until they couldn't possibly move any more quickly in their vigorous rutting. >>
Tass: Her milk surged into his mouth, the sweat nourishing fluid pouring forth freely as it hadn't in many weeks, but as much as that pleasant relief encouraged her the pulsating shaft burying itself into her pussy was a thousand times the bliss. Her voice was only barely constrained, keeping her moans quiet enough to avoid echoing but resulting in a series of purring coos of raw need issued into her mate's ear as he plunged in and out of her from below. Her voluptuous rear rippled with the force of their mating, the rhythmic smacks adding to the lewd chorus in the secluded side chamber, and Kavika only moaned harder as he lifted her up for the finish and ran her arms around the back of his neck. No effort was made to get him to pull out, nor would there have been if she had truly been worried about his seed taking inside of her. The rush of hot cream against her soaking depths left Kavika shuddering in her own orgasm, eyes rolled into the back of her head as their breeding session reached its natural conclusion and pure bliss ripped through her quaking frame. >>
Tass: Her cervix dipped and dilated, welcoming every hot burst of potent orcish semen into her deepest depths, her inner walls squeezing and spasming to milk out every drop that he had to offer. When it was over and he ultimately slid out and softened, Kavika all but collapsed in his grasp, her whole body heaving steadily as she fought for breath. The orc's cum oozed out of her, mixed with copious quantities of her own love honey, and left a pool on the floor below where their mating had come to an end. As he spoke with another chuckle, Kavika initially only continued to pant with vestigial arousal and animalistic satisfaction, but his promise caused her to moan and shudder anew in his grip. >>
Tass: A mating session like that would have left her exhausted months ago, even after the loss of her virginity to the beasts that had initially sparked her traitorous desire to be bred. Now, however, Kavika's stamina was much improved, and she took to her feet with only a slight initial wobble. When he bent her over she let out a surprised gasp, expecting another round to follow, but then groaned as he went for her breasts instead. Her milk flowed easily, and in quantity enough to fill the glass below quickly, but when that was done she lay panting for only a minute or so before straightening up and blushing slightly. "I expect nothing less," she replied, before going to shower off. >>
Tass: Later, in the pits, when she saw him again she simply smirked conspiratorially and winked at him following his announcement. "Well, I guess we'll just have to be ready quickly then, won't we?" She declared. This was doubly good, as it meant that the crowd would be fresh, and probably not expecting much. With that in mind, Kavika would try to meet with Junger later in the last day preceding the match and see if anything else could be done to get the crowd on her side, or at least placid enough to not care about a match that - if things went according to plan - would include more brutality than sex.
RJ: Junger would reply in kind that evening. "The crowd in place are certainly more favoring Grubrik. They love seeing him win. Indeed, the way he dominates his foes with Dancer in unison is something to admire." he chuckled. "But, if you start winning I doubt anything will be done this time. If Grubrik is defeated by you he will no doubt be on the end of severe disappointment. Barring that, I've dealt with the referee issue personally. So I apologize for not being around in the last few days."
RJ: Past that... There was a lot of commotion from Dancer's side of the pit the next day towards the match. Kavika would see Routa smile with acknowledgement, rather happy to hear Dancer and Grubrik's outrage as Kavika's new orc friend did his part to interrupt their power session. All was laid out, and Kavika did enough to make the match even. Jungar let it go that she didn't try to further sabotage the two, just pleased that Kavika didn't let them cheat. The two were taken by the escort orcs, and groped as per before, and fingered with lubricant and oil to make them shiny and sexy. The same orc from before it seemed, who enjoyed feeling Kavika up as it was his job to do, spending too much time on her special areas as per usual. Still, the oil was sticky, so it'd do her no favors for escaping easier.
RJ: That's when the two would enter the match ring. The announcer would call out the contestants, the dark skinned elf shouting loudly as her voice was amplified. "Girls and Boys of Crolia, welcome to week 2 of the tournament! First up, we have our new blood, with their expected first win in tow. The Huntress and Stampede!" she called out. "In the other corner, our long lasting veterans of the ring, and personal favorites to many, Grubrik and the Dancer!" she declared. "Are you ready to rumble!!!" she exclaimed, before throwing her hand into the air. "Contestants, enter the ring and FIGHT!" she shouted, and the bell tolled.
Tass: Everything went according to plan, or what little plan she had. The crowd issue was annoying, but neutralized was certainly better than problematic, and so she went into the arena - through the ever irksome and disgusting rubdown and lube up - with optimistic confidence. As the opening ceremonies took place, Kavika adjusted her mask and leotard and kept an exhausted look about her. As far as she'd heard, the Dancer was usually their opening participant, and Kavika had opted to be the one to face her. Keeping the facade of weakness up was hopefully going to leave her with an advantage, and she stumbled as she entered the ring to add to the image, but as the fight started and the bell told she fell into a readied stance and grimaced worriedly.
RJ: The dancer, as she entered the ring first, looked far less than pleased. "You think you're cute, don't you? What with that stupid stance you wouldn't dare call martial arts. Thankfully, it won't make a difference." she declared.
Tass: "We'll see," Kavika declared, before diving aside after the dancer's initial advance, coming to her feet awkwardly and with a strained look, as if the effort had cost her greatly.
RJ: The dancer threw a testing attack out, before withdrawing into a defensive stance herself. "Come on then. We both know this is you playing a pathetic little game. Let's see you try to win."
Tass: Maintaining her stressed look, Kavika got to her feet and didn't immediately launch an assault, not playing herself out and instead circling the arena cautiously.
RJ: The dancer makes another swipe, her hands like snakes as she makes a half effort to attack Kavika. "You're certainly scared. Afraid that once I hit you, it's all over? You should be."
Tass: "Shut up!" Kavika said, suddenly lunging forward and lashing out with a low kick aimed at the woman's knee, a simple attack with little finesse that was slowed by her recent second dive to avoid her opponent's serpent-like strikes.
RJ: Growling as she was struck, the dancer whipped right around and struck the offending leg with her hand, and it quickly went numb. Kavika, nearly losing her limb from the sudden venom-like strike, now stands a victim to the first of the dancer's strikes. "This is the beginning of the end." the dancer grins.
Tass: "Guh!" Kavika's trembling leg swung back, sliding back and away, scowling with her desperate expression now genuine. Seemingly in line with that, she lunged for the dancer and made to bury her, rolling with it and ending up on top.
RJ: Piling onto the Dancer, she immediately cried out, "Grubrik! Prove you're worth a damn!" she shouted, before the ref allowed the two to come out and test their might to see who gets to stay.
RJ: They lock hands, and without much contest, Routa absolutely barrels through Grubrik while yelling with might. Then, she approaches and slams her ass down on the Dancer's face, to hold her down.
Tass: With Grubrik thrown aside, Kavika made to pin the dancer while Routa helped hold her down.
RJ: Pinned, the Dancer seemed to submit for the time being while Routa held her retrained, and the sexy elf began counting down how long Routa had.
RJ: Holding the Dancer down, Routa rips off her clothing
 
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Tass: With her clothes stripped, and her deadly arms pinned, Kavika ground her knee between the dancer's legs and nibbled on one of her breasts
RJ: The dancer squirmed, while Routa took to pulled on the other breast, her moans muffled by Routa's firm muscular ass
RJ: They tortured the Dancer well, drawing many points, before the ref had Routa return to her side of the ring
RJ: After that, Kavika held the Dancer down, who was growling, testing the waters a bit to see if she could escape, but Kavika's advanced training kept the woman down.
Tass: Once Routa was gone, Kavika left herself tensing, keeping the dancer pinned beneath
Tass: Then, however, she shifted slightly, letting the dancer slip from her grasp just a little to start a more engaging struggle.
RJ: Once free, the Dancer growled. "This isn't OVER"
Tass: "No.... Not yet, slut!" Kavika grunted as the two struggled, Kavika gasping as she was hit but then pinning her down again.
RJ: The dancer yelped as she was slammed down yet again. "Why aren't you down yet!? What kind of fucking monster are you1?"
Tass: "Just... Hold.... Still..." Kavika grunted through gritted teeth.
RJ: Keeping Dancer pinned down, the ref got down, if Kavika held it, she'd start counting
Tass: "Stay down!" Kavika grunted angrily.
RJ: The ref was about to get counting, before the dancer broke free in a flurry, shrouded in anger.
RJ: Quickly, Kavika finds her neck struck by dancer's hand, and her outfit swiftly removed in a single motion. "Go DOWN you fucking monster!" she growled, while Kavika felt her whole body going numb, losing the fight quickly.
RJ: In fact, she does, for what was left of the round. Dancer quickly pins Kavika, and flags the ref to count. She only counts once before the bell tolls the end, and the Dancer returned to her side of the ring. One lucky member of the audience, a single muscular orc, came forth, and into the ring. The paralyzed Kavika on the ground didn't phase him, he simply lifted her by her legs and angled her ass into the air so he could drop his crotch onto her bare ass, and plow his cock inside. Roughly, he raped her on the mat, bouncing his ass up and down to slam against her. His long cock vanishing in and out rapidly before he hilted soon enough, exploding inside of her womb and then leaving at the ref's direction, with cum drooling down Kavika's leg. It wasn't enough to make her cum though, which was the important part.
Tass: Within minutes Kavika could barely move, failing to the dancer's paralyzing touch. The tide turned, though luckily not quickly enough to fully catch up their lead. Kavika was left on the mat after the counter, gasping, and let out a surprised cry when one of the audience got their chance to come up. She was quickly pinned, and he slammed into her lubricated folds and began to pump, taking his full pleasure with her helpless frame. Her ass received his thrusts with rhythmic claps, her inner walls naturally squeezing around his shaft. Luckily he didn't force her to cum before dropping his load inside of her, pumping her full of orcish semen that her womb naturally drank up. She was left gasping on the mat, semen oozing out of her, and then was pulled from the ring.
RJ: "Routa, it's up to you." Jungar said, and Routa nodded. "I'll finish this." Routa growled. "Kavika, make sure you guide her. Routa will likely lose against the Dancer's strategy." he advised the red haired huntress.
RJ: With that, Routa entered the ring, and... Dancer entered the ring. "Hello." Dancer said bitterly. "Hi." Routa returned. The two stared each other down.
Tass: "Jungar," Kavika said, "Go and get Twig. He can help me.... Be able to move again."
RJ: Jungar nodded. "How would I get him out of the audience?" he inquired, looking at Twig in the mass of people, he was making touching hand gestures. "He is claiming to need to touch you."
Tass: "Get him to the edge of the audience," Kavika said stoically.
RJ: Jungar waved him, and Twig was already on his way, frantically pushing his way through and scurrying between legs.
Tass: "I just need him to touch me once, if I'm lucky they won't be able to grab me too much. I'll make it look accidental."
Tass: "Routa, while I'm... Busy.... Try to keep her on her back. I'll jump back in as soon as I can."
RJ: Routa slams her fists together. "Don't worry, I'll stone wall this bitch!" she declared, while Jungar offered to help Kavika make it look like an accident by moving at the same time as her to send her sprawling towards one of the audience sides.
Tass: And thus, the desperate plan was underway as Kavika stumbled and sprawled out near the audience.
RJ: Jungar stood up, and pushed Kavika without motion, just because his arm was that thick. And she went stumbling. The Ref was busy watching the match and didn't think kavika would go anywhere. That's when Kavika fell into the quickly open arms of the audience, who reached out like a swarm of hands and scooped Kavika right into the mosh pit. Hands explored her entire body, and she was held in the air as orcs surrounded her. Quickly one in front and one behind, suffocating her as hands groped her all over and cocks were stuffed into her lubed holes. Amidst the chaos, Kavika felt a gentle magical touch, one that soon made her limp body less so. She couldn't even spot Twig amidst the sea of green and swollen cocks, but he did it, while Kavika was finding herself being drawn into the sea of lust.
RJ: Meanwhile in the ring, Dancer charged, but she missed a step, Kavika's powerful embrace left a lasting impression on her legs. Routa grabbed the martial artist by the head and held her at arm's length, grinning. "Don't worry, I'll make you forget about that pain quickly~"
Tass: Scooped up, Kavika didn't need to feign helplessness as she was dragged into the midst of the crowd. She moaned and squirmed feebly, her paralyzed muscles unable to do much of anything while the gang of orcs hefted her, hands pawing at naked flesh. Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for her to get stuffed from both ends, leaving Kavika gasping and then groaned at the gropes and pounding that ensued. They were eager, hungry, and undoubtedly going to take her however they wanted so long as they could keep a hold of her, and she could do nothing about it. She might not have noticed the more subtle grope were it not for the sudden rush of strength, the easing of the painful numbness that had ensued. Still, even with her strength back, Kavika wasn't going to get out of this easily. Her body squirmed weakly, and for a few more moments she barely fought. Let them rush her, let them start jockeying for position, for who would have a turn on her next. Let them fight each other, and when they were switching out she would try to slip through their battling grasp and get free, back to the arena. Routa could hopefully handle things in the meantime.
Tass: Derp
RJ: In that meantime, Routa faced off with Dancer, the former holding the latter by the head, while the latter pointed one hand in secret to try and instantly down the large woman.
RJ: Routa quickly threw the Dancer down, hitting the mat, before going limp. Grinning, Dancer quickly called in Grubrik, who joined into the ring without contest while glancing at Kavika, who was just getting a few loads into her ass and pussy from the crowd, so she didn't even have the chance to interfere. Grubrik entered the ring with a confident stride, while Kavika entered just moments too late to challenge him. The ref had Kavika halt, as Grubrik grinned at the red haired huntress, and with Dancer soon crawling out from underneath Routa, used one nail to slice open her outfit to expose her naked body for Grubrik while Routa grit her teeth. Grubrik climbed on top of her, and roughly buried himself into Routa's lubricated pussy. Routa let out a cry and her eyes rolled back as he buried his cock in her. Her stomach inflating with his size as he rutted her on the mat. Meanwhile Dancer pinched Routa's clit, and the warrior's resistance vanished. She took the full amount of pleasure head on, and as the clock went down, Kavika's time nearing, Routa let out a cry that had the crowd cheering as her lady cum gushed out from around his cock filling her pussy. >>
RJ: He soon came with her, his cock erupting with a loud and lewd rush of thick cum into her womb as Grubrik slowly stood up, the crowd cheering as he did to Routa what he did to Kavika, lifting her off of the ground with his cock while he came inside of her, inflating her in a grotesque sight, his collar growing as he fed from Routa's climax. Then, Kavika had her opportunity to put a stop to this.
RJ: And that she did. Kavika barreled through the confident face of the Dancer, and slammed into Grubrik, pinning him down while his cock remained lodged inside Routa.
RJ: Kavika removes Grubrik's cock from Routa, and slams the man down with great vengeance and furious anger, choking him out over the next half minute or so. Then, the giant man tries to pull her off, and succeeds. He quickly whips around, and grips her in a bear hug, lifting her up and impaling her down upon his cock. Shifting her up and down, he laughed as he worked her pussy for the second time. "I like that look on your face, Huntress. That look of despair. You're going to be my slut in the pit forever~"
Tass: Kavikla barely squirmed out of the crowd in time to see Grubrik crawling into the ring, but when she made to follow the ref stopped her, leaving Kavika gritting her teeth in rage while watching Routa, predictably, was dominated by their two opponents. At the earliest opportunity Kavika would leap into the ring, dribbling cum already but quite obviously no longer weakened. She seized the dancer by her arms and pivoted her momentum, spinning the other woman before sending her to the side of the ring, before forcibly wrenching Grubrik out and off of Routa, who was summarily dragged out of the ring, leaking Grubrik's seed. Now, however, he was stronger than she, and Kavika couldn't maintain the hold, leaving her soon pinned, suspended, and penetrated. Driven to orgasm, despair pouring over her, she nonetheless somehow escaped, and ultimately escaped his grip again, and then danced around him and struck only to enter his grasp, slip away, pin him, strip him, and somehow win the match.
RJ: The two were defeated, with the dancer appalled that Grubrik lost against Kavika. The referee stood with orc enforcers holding the two defeated contestants. "What a fight, everyone! It looked like the Huntress and Stampede would lose, but the Huntress proved that she has what it takes to be in the pit! So, Huntress, decide their fate!" she declared. "To the den, to be used by all manner of creatures, or shall they fall to you? Does the Huntress wish to follow in the Dominator's footsteps, and claim her victims as slaves?"
tass: Kavika glared at the pair, breasts heaving with exertion and anger, and then at the announcer, and then back at Grubrik and his pet dancer. She really didn't want them anywhere near her, but giving them to the slave dens would only increase their hostility towards her. Truth be told, if she'd had the option she'd have killed them outright. They weren't of the quality of character to be useful as allies and weren't trustworthy even with the slave collars on, and would certainly maintain their hostility toward her to one degree or another either way. The notion of adding that to her laundry list of things to do once she was out of here was playing through her head, but she disbarred it for now. Something to consider later. >>
tass: Finally, after a few moments of glaring she said simply; "I don't care what is done with them, I just don't want them anywhere near me." And with that, she would turn and make to exit the ring, to get something to ensure that neither she nor Routa had children resulting from their various partners in the ring today, and head to the showers to cleanse herself of the various fluids coating her inside and out.
RJ: Released, with Jungar carrying Routa until she regained feeling, Routa would soon stand with Kavika and shower with her, while Jungar left the area. "I'm sorry, Huntress. Once again, I didn't do much."
tass: Kavika didn't immediately respond, washing her hair and thus not looking at Routa. When she did toss her head to get her hair and some water out of her eyes, Kavika instead replied; "I think I hate this place." She let that settle in the air for a bit, and then sighed. "Don't worry about it. These contests are not where our strength lies."
RJ: Routa nodded. "Well, our time here is coming to an end. Our next opponents are the demon twins, and they said they will throw the game for us, leaving us to straight deal with Swiftclaw."
 
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That was a questionable oath if Kavika had ever heard one. Though, how Routa had heard this... "When did you talk to them about this?" Kavika asked, her voice without edge, "I am... Not sure if we can trust their word. Even if we can, who knows what they'll demand as a price... We should keep our guard up. We may have to worry about retaliation from Grubrik and his pets too, if he opts to hold a grudge."

Kavika fell silent, washing her hair and frowning while Routa was free to respond. Unless her second said something that required a response, Kavika would next say; "We should keep training. Even if the twins do agree to just throw the fight, we'll have to face Swiftclaw next, and she surely won't be a weak opponent." After her shower and a day of rest, Kavika would go and visit the demon twins, opting to see if she could figure out just what angle they were playing in all this. She would go clothed, but knowing those two it was 50/50 at best that she'd remain that way, and she knew that her addiction would begin to creep up on her again sometime all too soon. They could provide a substitute dose, but only if they were willing, and Kavika intended to space out how often she needed it as much as possible.

After that, it was off to repay the orc guard, assuming she could still walk once the demons were done with her. If not, he would just have to wait an extra day. Either way, Kavika would go to him naked, and give him her most enthusiastic blowjob yet, though by that point she had little reason to refuse if the man demanded more. Though, she would aim to rectify one odd mistake she had made and attempt to actually get his name out of him.

After that, she was going to have to train in preparation for the match with Swiftclaw, and in the process find out whatever she could about the arena's owner. Junger and the guard were her first sources, but the demon twins seemed to know something as well, and it was likely that she could find out something from anyone that she talked to down here.
 
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Routa shrugged. "That last time I went off on my own, they found me and told me not to worry about them being a threat, though they said as well that if you didn't hold up your agreement to them, they would make you pay." she stated.

Going to visit the twins, they were currently in the middle of taking up the female whores formerly belonging to Grubrik, expanding their influence in the Pit on the back of Kavika's success. Giggling and laughing as they were currently being massaged by about a dozen women, the blue and red twins waved at Kavika with their left and right hands respectively. "You did so well, and left behind such a bounty for us to claim. You have our thanks~"

The blue sister giggled. "But, you're here for something else, yes? You look concerned." she inquired.

The red sister blinked. "Angle? We were under the impression that the angle was already established." she stated.

The blue sister squinted at Kavika. "Did you think a demon would go back on their word? We gave it to you, that we would assist you if you became our toy, but not so much as to interfere with your agenda."

The red sister nodded, rolling over onto her back as it took three girls to massage her cock and balls. "It's fine if you forgot, it's been a week after all. Just don't forget your debt you already owe."

The blue sister soon did the same, rolling over to expose her cock for Grubrik's former slaves to tend to. "After all, WE are not prisoners here."

The red demoness winked. "YOU are~"

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It seemed the orc who helped her was gone. There was no sign of where, and no one in the pit even knew one orc from another and the orc guard themselves said nothing to her. His vanishing was a mystery.

All that was left was to learn about swift claw. Jungar already told her all he knew previously, but the sisters had a different reply:

"Want to meet her?"
"Want to meet her?" They asked in unison.
 
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The sight that Kavika walked in upon when she went to visit the demon twins initially caught her by surprise, but really it shouldn't have. They had taken advantage of Grubrik's loss of standing upon his defeat and claimed his broken whores for themselves, adding a nice harem to their stable. She smirked at the opportunism of her allies, watching the pile of bodies around the pair squirm in an effort to please the colorful demons. "Of course... It is a pleasure to be of service~" She remarked mirthfully with a slight bow.

Their response to her questioning why they had offered to throw the fight drew a thoughtful frown from Kavika, but as they rolled over she couldn't help but find her eyes drawn to the spectacle of three of Grubrik's women each tending to one of the impressive demonic rods and attached orbs. Her gaze flipped from one to the other as they spoke, but could only look at their faces for a moment before finding her eyes drawn back down. "Mmmmm... Of course," She said, "I had a... Slip of the mind, it seems. Forgive me. I was concerned that you might suffer as my partner and I would should we lose a match. I will, of course, endeavor to pay my debts... In the time and manner of your choosing, of course."

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After a brief time of fruitless searching and cautious asking around among the other guards, Kavika would return to her chambers. An oddity, one that made her suspicious, though she could only hazard guesses as to what had happened to her benefactor. Perhaps he had gotten a promotion? Or in trouble for helping her? Or, he could simply be on vacation. Too many possibilities, not enough avenues by which she could find answers. Still, while having an orc guard helping her had proven useful for the last match, there were more pressing mysteries for her to worry about, the most pressing of which was finding out more about the owner of the arena whom they would have to fight all too soon.

Many sources she had already explored, but when the demon sisters made their offer Kavika was taken aback. "Meet... Her? You can just... Do that?" She asked, surprised. She knew that the twins had a more personal relationship with Swiftclaw than most, and enjoyed more privileges, but that they could just take someone up to meet the arena's purveyor on a whim... It almost sounded like a trap, though Kavika couldn't hazard what anyone had to gain from trying it. "Uhm... Sure. Why not?" She answered, folding her arms over her chest.
 
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The two demons giggle. "Well, we do still have to pay homage. We birth a creature or two to match what the other contestants suffer then we go back to relaxing." the red one shrugged.

The giggle came again as she showed surprise at their ability to just cause something like that to happen. "We cannot ensure how well you two will get along, but... This, we can do." the blue one assured her. "Come over, and let us touch you." the red one announced, sitting up and casting off the harem, who dispersed to go mingle with the other pit dwellers. "We won't send you alone, do not fear. If we did you'd probably be executed or worse." the blue one assured Kavika.

"And we can't have that, not while you still have..." The red twin slowly moved her hand up to cradle her thick ball sack. "Uses, for us."

Assuming Kavika accepts, she's suddenly teleported. In a flash her vision went white then dark from an abrupt distortion of the rays of light around her. Her vision slowly recovering, she'd find herself suddenly witness to a scene of massive debauchery. Orcs and fey seemed to be everywhere, even satyrs and gruffmen mingling with women with oddly magical appearances, kinds of beauty clearly unnatural as a division of male and female orcs experienced pleasure with them. A massive bedroom she stood in, with an equally large bed where a dozen parties were engaging in carnal pleasure. One particular sight was a blond woman with a large rump giving head to a single orc she recognized. The one who helped her. The blond woman's movements were quick and precise, showing a kind of skill Kavika knew she didn't have. Meanwhile the orc looked strained. He seemed ready to cum... But as seconds passed, he was unable to. "Are you going to tell me yet? Why you were helping the Huntress?" the blond woman inquired. "Or do I need to break you entirely and entertain myself with the scraps of memory you leave behind?" she asked, cruelly sexually torturing him. "I... Just wished... To have a turn with Dancer..." he lied. Though this woman caught onto it immediately. "A turn you didn't take when I gave you the chance, before I captured you." she stated. The orc groaned, frustrated, causing the blond woman to laugh as she proceeded to viciously suck him off on the large leather hide chair he sat on.

"Lady swiftclaw!" the blue demoness called out. "Why not ask the woman in question?" the red one suggested. The blond woman, apparently lady swift claw, looked over with the huge orc cock still in her mouth, blinking. The orc groaned loudly as the woman gave no reaction, casually taking an overflowing load into her mouth, which she swallowed before standing up and regarding Kavika with a smile.

"To who do I owe the privilege?" she inquired. "And do not give me your stage name. I'll go ahead and inform you right now that I will lose my temper and kill you if you do." she said, all with a beautiful smile holding no obvious intent of malice.
 
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"Uhhh.... O-okay," Kavika said, approaching the two. She couldn't help but smirk at the blue demon's confidence in her, however, and before they connected she playfully quipped; "I'm glad you're so confident in my skills at negotiation~"

And then she felt like she was nowhere, her senses blacked out... Only to be hit by a wave of musk that almost weakened her knees upon recovering from the sudden teleportation. They had appeared in the midst of an orgy, and Kavika practically shrank in on herself as she realized the participants. Orcs and faeries, one kink from illicit notions and the other from an upbringing that venerated the fae but simultaneously warned of them. She knew so little besides legends, the stories she had grown up with, and yet here were dozens engaged in the sort of carnal debauchery that she had so often found herself immersed as an active participant of late.

Directly before her, in the center of the orgy, was the solution to a recent mystery and the first sighting of the most direct tie to her enemy; the overseer of the arena. Swiftclaw was blowing her benefactor in ways that Kavika could never hope to compare to, and apparently preventing him from the release that she so easily could have inspired while interrogating him. It was an impressive sight, but came to an end upon the announcement of her presence courtesy of her demonic benefactors, and Kavika inwardly forced herself to a state of calm.

The faerie's initial demand surprised her. She thought Swiftclaw already knew her identity, given how many had likely heard Routa's repeated indiscretions and that the demon twins and the orc guard who was being tormented already knew it. Still, it wasn't a threat that Kavika would take lightly, especially here where she was unarmed in the sanctum of the one delivering it. "As you command... My real name is Kavika, daughter of Svana. At your service!" She gave a bow at the waist without looking away from the fairy, her voice empty of anything but respect. She would have to be very careful here...
 
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(8xps for thwarting Dancer and Grubrik and barely avoiding defeat. Kavika learns from her near loss experience.)

"Svana..." that seemed to make the fey woman think for a moment as she stared down at Kavika with a cold smile. "Interesting. We were told by that woman that you were a worthless huntress and you were skewered by boars on your very first hunt. Though nobody believed her. It seems like Korgoth is wise, he knew Svana was a liar, and that you lurked somewhere out there... Seeking revenge for mommy no doubt." she chuckled. "So, did you two capture this runaway?" she asked the two demons.

"She came of her own free will, Lady Swiftclaw."
"She came of her own free will, Lady Swiftclaw." they replied together.

"Interesting..." she hummed, before gripping Kavika's head and forcing her to stand upright. "So, are you insane? Or somehow clever? You know the man I answer to, for the time being." she added the last bit seemingly out of pride. "Yet here you are. Enslaved to me upon entering the arena... And I can't even fathom how you actually thought you would win, despite clearly being such a worthless fighter. Shoddy technique, and from the same mentor who lost to me countless times before I let the idiot leave out of pity." she said, having been watching from her throne in the upper areas as she fought Dancer and Grubrik. "You're not unique, a mere human like you has just as much a chance as any other worthless pile of flesh that dwell with you in that pit. So, I have to assume you did this out of desperation." she theorized. Then, the hand gripping her hair became soft, petting her head. "That's good. I like desperation. And certainly, you looked desperate before you requested the aid of that little cute helper boy." she said, magic flowing to Kavika's mind to give her the mental image of Twig currently with Jungar. His outfit was recent enough that this might even be something Swiftclaw was actively seeing, shared with Kavika just to show her that the arena master was paying attention.

"You've broken so many of the rules that I've set that I should destroy your mind and lend you to the breeders. But..." she pet Kavika's head. "The truth is, I actually have nothing against you. Bravo, for managing to break the rules in the first place. I commend your bravery, as foolish as you look now. As fitting as it would be to have your threat removed from Korgoth entirely, I actually wouldn't mind seeing the old fool die. Replaced by someone... More fitting to rule a ragtag bunch of little minions like this." she smirked with intent. "So, we'll play a little game instead, since you've decided to be at my service, as you so adequately put~" she chuckled, as if making this seem like it was Kavika's fault. "You want that wish of yours granted, no matter what. The real question is, how you wish to earn it. We've all made sacrifices in our lives, Kavika. I have to give my body and servitude to that half-wit Korgoth because he happened to be wise enough to safeguard himself from any would-be assassination attempts. But what about you?" she asked. "If you wish to have at it in the ring, provided you even reach me, then by all means. Come at me, and I'll drop you like a bad habit before showing your mother what a splendid toy you're going to become. However... You don't have to go that route, oh no... I'm not a cruel person, despite what you may think." she said. "I'll give you your wish, provided..." her expression grew dark. "Show me how low you're willing to sink, just to win. How depraved are you? If you impress me with the limits of just how far you're willing to go for that wish... I might at the very least be so amused that I'll let you go. Or, if you prove to truly be a human acting on desperation, I'll have pity." she offered.

"But don't feel rushed, oh no no." she lightly clicked her tongue twice, her lips making a pouting gesture. "Think about it, Kavika. If you're willing to suffer every ounce of humiliation imaginable, and all my delightful tortures... All for the sake of your wish... Well, there's no doubt you've earned it then, right?" she laughed. "But, if you're anything like Svana, you'll just refuse... Just like she did~" she cooed. "So, all that aside, think about it. I give you my word that if you prostrate yourself before me, throw away every ounce of pride you have, I will pity you with a wish. And I have to imagine." she began, going over to the chair the orc sat in, before shifting her finger to the side, as the orc's body threw itself across the room, before she took a seat in the nice looking chair. "You have questions of your own. For the daughter of Svana, I will listen. You just might amuse me."
 
Re: The Great Hunt (Tassadar) GM'ed by MAF

Kavika endured the recollection of her recent history from Swiftclaw's point of view without bothering to interrupt, merely wearing a serene look that wasn't quite a smile. She straightened at Swiftclaw's physical prompting, tensing slightly at the contact but making no effort to pull away. She marked the point of pride, the insult against Junger, the assumption about her being desperate... Well, that might not be entirely incorrect, albeit perhaps not for the reason that Swiftclaw suspected. The sight of Twig in her mind was a bit nerve wracking, but she didn't seem to realize the connection and Kavika simply gave a slight nod, making sure not to disrupt the petting.

The rest of Swiftclaw's offer was delivered fairly dramatically, but Kavika offered no obvious reaction to anything else she said, even the telekinetic toss aside of her orcish benefactor only causing her to watch him fly. Instead, she followed Swiftclaw to her throne and knelt in front of her. She spared a glance aside towards the orc, wanting to check if he was injured, but either way her gaze would quickly turn back to the faerie mistress of the arena.

"You like many I've met aren't entirely wrong about my mother's issues with pride," Kavika began, "but she made sure that I didn't end up with similar problems. Entirely by accident, of course... But that's besides the point. And as bad as I am now, I'm glad you didn't see me before I started training. You'd probably have had to come down and throttle me to death yourself out of sheer frustration. Anyway... If doing depraved and disgusting things of a sexual nature were outside of my comfort zone, I wouldn't have gotten anywhere by now.

"However..." She trailed off, and if it seemed like Swiftclaw was actually interested in what she had to say Kavika would continue; "What I want from you isn't necessarily what one might call a wish. I mean, if you could do what I would wish for, you'd have already done it. So... I need to either beat you or belittle myself in front of you until you're content for a wish. What about something else? Something maybe a little bit less?"

Kavika would let that sink in a moment before launching into her proposition; "We want the same thing, at least on one front. Neither of us can get it on our own... If we could, we'd have done it already. I probably cannot beat you on your terms... But someone did. He would beat me at mine too, as he did my mother, at least as I am now. You are an immortal, you may be able to simply wait him out, but some of us do not have an eternity of patience. And there is one way that might be able to dethrone our mutual problem.

"Korgoth's strength is not merely his personal power, it is how he turns those who would be his foes into his allies. Through overt enslavement, coercion, appealing to ideals or needs, even using their codes against them, he has amassed his generals, and through them he only gathers more like them. The only way to beat him is to do it his way, at his own game. That is what I'm trying to do.

"I do not know you well, Lady Swiftclaw... But I may understand at least a few things about you, if only a few. I do not believe that you are running this arena for the coin, or the recognition, or even the power... You desire the struggle, your own and those below you! Those unable to rise and compete, you could likely care less for. Left for use by the breeders or allowed out entirely, what does it really matter?

"It is not a wish I would take from you... It is more, say, a relationship of convenience to see similar goals accomplished. A few changes of policy to make your work more exciting, if you would deign to make them, and perhaps a few resources here and there... And when the time is right, perhaps a bit of opportunistic betrayal. What say you to that, hm?" Kavika fell silent, hoping that Swiftclaw would be more intrigued than annoyed, that she would be willing to actually entertain the notion rather than dismiss it outright.
 
Re: The Great Hunt (Tassadar) GM'ed by MAF

Swiftclaw seemed to find Kavika's self-depreciating joke amusing, while Kavika would see the orc standing up to a sitting position on the side, apparently only inconvenienced by the toss. "Indeed. So Svana's information is out of date. Before, we knew your every skill she ever taught you, but if you're fighting like that, then she either missed your hand to hand skills or didn't bother to mention them. Either way... I wouldn't do such a thing. Weaklings tend to either die off on their own or find a better purpose under the servitude of the strong. In the winter abyss, you do what you can to survive, or you die disgracefully while not a soul knows you've gone. It's such a beautiful, somber harmony, don't you agree?" she inquired. Then, she shrugged. "No, Kavika, I'm sure you have a comfort zone, every sane human does. Even when a human goes raving mad they still have some standards, even if they're warped beyond recognition." she chuckled. Then, when Kavika suggested an alternative method to get her wish, Swiftclaw...

... Very.

... Slowly.

... Tipped her head.

As if she couldn't believe Kavika said what she did, and the woman's smile vanished, replaced with a glare and an aura that made Kavika's hair on the back of her neck stand, as if just Swiftclaw's mood caused a magical effect that made her spine chill. She listened, quietly, and it seemed like her mood only got worse as Kavika went on. When she concluded, Swiftclaw's foul mood dropped and was replaced with outright boredom. "That's a very indirect way of asking me to help you with something you cannot accomplish on your own, while trying to make it seem like you're doing me a favor." she sighed, folding one leg over the other and snapping her fingers, as a gruffman rushed over to start cleaning her bare feet, while Swiftclaw fed him what appeared to be a berry. A rare commodity in the frozen wastes, that he enjoyed heartily. It seemed like the gruffman was serving swiftclaw to eat, as Kavika could clearly see his starving ribcage. "In the end, Kavika, you're either looking for power or survival. The few that are so idealistic that they would risk everything and do whatever they can to save the world, are just pretending to be angels without realizing they're idiots simply playing hero and stubbing their toes on irony when their idealistic world doesn't quite match another individual's idea of the perfect world." she declared.

"It doesn't matter what answer you'd give me as to why you wish to topple Korgoth, you're either doing it in contest with my wishes or just to be another annoying entity crying out for justice, in the frozen wastes of all places." she swapped her legs over, switching the one folded over the other, and dumping her foot into a bucket of water as the gruff started washing the other foot and leg. "Those who serve me do so because they have no choice. I can survive, and they cannot. So, I share my wealth, and I help them discover a use under my service. Again, I don't think that makes me cruel, despite the gut wrenching cries all the whelps make. Food and shelter for free? Honestly, I wish it was all a comedic act." she laughed, using her index finger and thumb to flick a berry into the air, which the gruff caught in his mouth as a trained response. "Which brings me to the issue you raise. Do I wish to topple Korgoth? Why, yes. And I will, eventually, once I get that angel out of the way." she stated. "So you think I'm so impatient that I'd waste careful effort all on a single human woman? And then she tries to kill me. Hah~" she laughed. "Though, I already know you've met with Ivy. So I assume you tried to persuade her all the same? However, you don't understand how deeply ingrained her loyalty is. She's like the bottom feeder of the upper ranks, trying to climb her way up to being as popular and powerful and influential as I am." she said with pride.

"Every General has one thing in common, they want to be at the top. By Killing Korgoth, you will only create another Korgoth to replace him. Do you understand that?" she asked. "And if you try to take that position for yourself... You'd best be prepared to defend that title. Because all the jealous generals, moi included, will come crashing down on you in contest." she informed Kavika. "Korgoth's movement is on a large scale, and you are but an ant, Kavika. Just like Svana, despite all the effort she put into her defense. She lost. Even an angel lost to him, and she now rides his dick like the rest of us in his little hierarchy of power. Soon enough, you will be riding his dick as well... Or if you're lucky, mine~" she smirked. Then, she lifted her arms and put her hands behind her head, as the gruff took to cleaning her armpits. "But hey, that's what the contest is for right? So closely does it emulate Korgoth's philosophy. I'd have to turn traitor if you earned it. But... Allying myself to you has no gain that I can see. But, you might not be finished. Again, I'm reasonable." she chuckled.

"You have until my bath is finished before this conversation is over."
 
Re: The Great Hunt (Tassadar) GM'ed by MAF

That wasn't good.

The hairs on the back of her neck extended as the sidhe's glare fell upon her, and Swiftclaw's response once she'd stopped talking only reinforced that she had chosen the wrong tact. Kavika endured it and the cavalcade of dominant displays stoically, not allowing her frustration or fear show in the slightest on her face. The fey, particularly the sidhe, had always been revered among her people; creatures of legend, of consummate grace and beauty. Masters over natural forces, but not those to abuse such powers. But there had also been other tales, of monstrous acts, of disdain and degradation. Kavika had always favored the former conception of them, but Swiftclaw it seemed favored the latter in spades. She didn't let the bursting of her romantic notion spoil her mood.

Kavika wouldn’t interrupt Swiftclaw’s speech, as much for fear that she would anger the women as for interest in her actual point of view. While she was being cleaned, after her time limit was declared, Kavika would offer her response; “I disagree on a few points… But on some I doubt my ability to make a compelling argument. The important one is… I don’t think there really needs to be a Korgoth. We were all perfectly happy living in our own little corners of the world, before he came along, and as far as I’m concerned it’d be best if we went back to that.

“I am not so naive to think that I could somehow end all suffering. Life is suffering. We live in a harsh world. All that I want is for me and mine to be left alone as much as is reasonably possible, and unfortunately that isn’t going to be possible so long as Korgoth is building his army of mutants and monsters and trying to conquer and control everything. Until his threat is ended, I can’t get what I want, save by abandoning my homeland.

“Besides, I would hardly expect you to invest anything important in me when I have nothing to offer you, when I could barely stand up to you, much less the man who beat you. You are right that the way of the world is that the strong survive, and that the weak either die or live only by their good graces. Some might say that that is unfair, but I am not so naive as to expect fairness, and even if I was I certainly don’t expect it here… But there are many types of strength. The bear and the horse are stronger than the wolf but fear the pack, for they know that though they might bring down a few wolves, the pack will win in the end. I wouldn’t expect anything more from you on that besides to take advantage of an opportunity if it comes along… And if it doesn’t, you only lose a few useless people that the crowd has grown bored of.

“I don’t expect you to give me a full on alliance just because of a dramatic appearance or because I shake my tits at you. If all it takes to get a few more bodies to train and an understanding that might lead to both of us getting what we want is bouncing on your dick or being gangbanged by orcs in front of you, that’s a price that I am willing to pay… And far from the full extent, given how creative I’m sure you are.”

Related to this but things that Kavika would have absolutely no way of knowing in character at the moment: Swiftclaw is probably pretty fucked.

If she was in any way relevant to the winter court, being beholden to a mortal like Korgoth would cause an immense loss of face for her and anyone associated with her. Courtly allies would be jumping ship left and right, and any influence that she wielded among other faeries would be quick to evaporate.

Even worse would be if she was the premiere power for the court in the region. That'd mean that not only is she embarrassing herself, she's embarrassing the entire court by her weakness. That kind of loss of face is going to be more than a simple loss of respect from her faerie peers. That’s like… Risking public execution or assassins

None of that matters if she isn't associated directly with the court or was always a nothing in it, of course, but it's stuff you might be able to make use of if you want. Kavika would have no understanding of faerie court politics whatsoever, probably wouldn't be at all knowledgeable about the differing courts and their mannerisms, and even if she was would have at most a rudimentary understanding of any of it.

Also, I am toying with the idea of Kavika not even knowing what an angel is.
 
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