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Re: The Great Hunt (Tassadar) GM'ed by MAF
"Thanks," Kavika called as the demoness slid her mask between her breasts. The huntress watched the demoness go, hips swaying temptingly with every step, a flush slowly appearing on Kavika's face as she seemed to contemplate something. "You... Should try putting your cock there... At some point," she finally called, her embarrassed flush at saying something so lewd out in the open, with evidence of her lust plain to see, momentarily hiding the flush of her arousal at least.
Once the demons were gone and she could sigh and take a moment to calm down and get back on topic, Kavika frowned in frustration as Routa reiterated her distaste with how underhanded and unfair this place was and Kavika's own willingness to fight dirty in turn. "I know it's distasteful... But we aren't fighting honorable warriors here. We aren't even fighting warriors, for the most part. This is not a battle of blood and courage, but of sweat and lust and flare. The pleasure of the crowd is as important as our own skill, and you can bet that we'll have to face more attempts at subterfuge before things are done."
She reached out and touched the warrior's shoulder, her expression softening, "I won't force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, and I too would prefer to win by strength alone wherever we can... But facing the challenges of this place head on isn't a risk that we can afford to take. If we fail, we'll be reduced to nothing more than slaves again, used as fuck toys for breeding until we're mindless and broken. That's really only a thing I want to do on weekends, I'd rather not make a career out of it. If we want to win where we can't set the terms, we have to play by their rules, at least to an extent. Besides, won't it bring great honor to win their game on their own terms?"
When the subject turned to their children, she nodded in agreement. "If they were forced to be slaves, I would say we should, but I would not abort a faerie child under any other circumstance," she replied, "they will likely go to their kin, but at least they won't be forced to serve Korgoth's horde." Then she slipped her mask back on, "shall we go take a shower then? I need to wash off all the leftovers of our match... And maybe cool off a bit."
"Thanks," Kavika called as the demoness slid her mask between her breasts. The huntress watched the demoness go, hips swaying temptingly with every step, a flush slowly appearing on Kavika's face as she seemed to contemplate something. "You... Should try putting your cock there... At some point," she finally called, her embarrassed flush at saying something so lewd out in the open, with evidence of her lust plain to see, momentarily hiding the flush of her arousal at least.
Once the demons were gone and she could sigh and take a moment to calm down and get back on topic, Kavika frowned in frustration as Routa reiterated her distaste with how underhanded and unfair this place was and Kavika's own willingness to fight dirty in turn. "I know it's distasteful... But we aren't fighting honorable warriors here. We aren't even fighting warriors, for the most part. This is not a battle of blood and courage, but of sweat and lust and flare. The pleasure of the crowd is as important as our own skill, and you can bet that we'll have to face more attempts at subterfuge before things are done."
She reached out and touched the warrior's shoulder, her expression softening, "I won't force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, and I too would prefer to win by strength alone wherever we can... But facing the challenges of this place head on isn't a risk that we can afford to take. If we fail, we'll be reduced to nothing more than slaves again, used as fuck toys for breeding until we're mindless and broken. That's really only a thing I want to do on weekends, I'd rather not make a career out of it. If we want to win where we can't set the terms, we have to play by their rules, at least to an extent. Besides, won't it bring great honor to win their game on their own terms?"
When the subject turned to their children, she nodded in agreement. "If they were forced to be slaves, I would say we should, but I would not abort a faerie child under any other circumstance," she replied, "they will likely go to their kin, but at least they won't be forced to serve Korgoth's horde." Then she slipped her mask back on, "shall we go take a shower then? I need to wash off all the leftovers of our match... And maybe cool off a bit."