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Chapt. 17

The Tournament to Unify The Dykes With Their Bottoms
The Climax
Part One

or

Vampiric Victory and Miroku Sexual Slavery?
(Drool!)

The sky was just starting to glow in the East as Ama-arhus, slumped upon her throne, nearly transparent gown thrown open, legs spread wide, stared lazily between her thighs. Kneeling between her far parted knees was Ashtoreth, her face, a mask of alien gorgeousness and wickedly effective sexual allure, pressed into the gap between the Goddess' thighs. She was slowly, regularly, purposely licking repeatedly up the fully expanded and parted labia of the most feminine-appearing divinity, scraping over the jutting, inch long clit found there, over and over, with a foot long, raspy tongue.
Eyes heavy lidded, Ama-arhus calmly accepted the servile service of her minion, her hips occasionally jerking, her lush all too feminine body periodically shuddering, as orgasmic jolts shot through her from that tongue upon her furiously stiff little clit.
Lilith, another Succubus, slowly, quietly, carefully entered the Goddess' vast, darkened room. She waited until the languishing Goddess fixed her eyes upon her, giving her recognition. After a bow, Lilith said, "Good morning, Mistress! I hope you slept well!"
Ama-arhus frowned, and then pointed at Lilith's 'sister', between her legs, licking away. "This stupid Succubus should know better!" she thought. "She should know that a Goddess didn't need to sleep!" "What is it, Lilith?" She silently added, "This better be worth interrupting my pleasure!"
As if Lilith could read her Mistress' mind, she shuddered and bowed again, even deeper than before. "Mistress! There is a visitor! She claims to be a…Mage. She claims to have come from lands on the other side of the Hades Desert…"
"Nonsense!" Ama-arhus interrupted quietly. "How could she? There are no lands beyond the Desert of Hades! She is an impostor…get rid of her! Wait! Is she good looking? Worth while enslaving?"
"She wears a cloak that covers her completely to the ground, and a hood that only allows me to see her face…which is not uncomely." Then Lilith hesitated. "Mistress, there WAS nothing beyond the Desert of Hades…however this…Mage…claims that there now are lands…vast lands, she claims…connected to your territory. She claims to be proof of those new lands!"
Ama-arhus suddenly planted her right foot upon Ashtoreth's forehead and not gently pushed her away, forcing her to land on her well padded butt. Startled, the Succubus looked up at her Goddess, and her face formed a heartbreaking frown. Then she began to, eagerly, lick up all of Ama-arhus' pussy juice coating and dripping down that sad, sad face.
The Goddess now sat up straight in her throne, her indolence passed. Bringing her legs together and closing her very nearly transparent gown over her superhuman charms, she more barked at Lilith, "New lands? Attached to mine? On the other side of my lands? Where the Sisterhood would not know about?"
Lilith nodded, "Provided she is not lying."
"How does she act? Could she be dangerous? I don't want another Vampirella let loose in the tournament! I already have Sappho and that Wasu on my back over the source of that vampire!"
"She has shown me nothing but dignity and calmness, my Mistress!" Again the Succubus hesitated. "But she does have companions…"
Ama-arhus stiffened. "'Companions'?"
Lilith nodded. "Yes. Two…the best I can make out is they look like Elves. They are shorter then most elves I have seen…or fucked…" Lilith smirked a little, remembering past conquests…past pleasures! "But they look closest to elves, to me at least. Long, pointed ears, slim, hairless, perfect bodies. But they do not look exactly like any elf I have ever seen. Even Dark Elves are taller, by a little."
With the mention of 'Dark Elves' Ama-arhus' attention was brought back to the Succubus, "Are they dangerous? Aggressive? Are they hung?"
Lilith shook her head. "I do not sense that. They definitely have no masculine properties. Very feminine in appearance and action. One look will convince you! They look and act like the sweetest little schoolgirls just learning about sex. That is, very elfish excepting for their impressive bubble butts and tits that are bigger than…anyone's handful! Which is why I think they are some type of elf. Only elves would have tits, and asses for that matter, that big on such a slim, petite frame! No sense of proportion! But I am not complaining!"
Ama-arhus, nodding, went back to her self-absorbed thinking: "New lands! And this…Mage claims to come from them! And I am the only one who knows? Probably. But certainly, provided the Mage is being honest, I would be the only one who could lay claim to those lands! She must get that Mage alined with me!"
Ama-Arhus looked up at Lilith. "Show her in!"
The Succubus nodded and slipped away into the shadows.
A moment later Lilith led a tall woman into her presence. Ama-arhus presumed it was a woman, for her face looked it. The rest of the 'Mage' was completely covered with a robe and hood.
Lilith indicated the Goddess still sitting in her throne, "May I have the honor and pleasure of presenting to you my Mistress, Ama-arhus, Goddess and Mistress of the lands that house the Hades Desert your party crossed.
The hooded figure nodded towards the Goddess.
"Welcome!" Ama-arhus said while not taking her eyes off of the only partially exposed face. Then the Goddess added silently, "SHE crossed that desert? Alone?"
The Mage was tall, as tall, or very close, to Ama-arhus' height. The robes covered everything so all the Goddess could see was the width of the woman's hips, bulging the robe out to each side, and the…impressive mounds formed by the stranger's tits.
"Now there has to be a massive rack under to make those mountains showing through that robe!" Ama-arhus thought.
The Mage slowly and with great gravitas pulled her hood back. Then she stood still, majestically, beautiful blue eyes fixed on Ama-arhus'. Her face displayed a dignified manner, superior beauty, and calm self-confidence. Her blond hair was cut short, approximating a pageboy, the back of it hardly reaching down the back of her neck.
Both females silently considered each other. For a good minute they stared into each other's eyes, measuring their possible opponent's strengths, weaknesses, power.
Ama-arhus was soon impressed by the Mage. She showed to the Goddess that she was a Mage not to be trifled with. Powerful, as Human Mages went, her defenses appeared to be formidable, but were so well hidden that the Goddess really wouldn't be able to analyze and evaluate them clearly until the Goddess was actually attacking. The Mage's offensive power was completely hidden from Ama-arhus' impressive magick 'eye'.
But she also saw that, abruptly, the Mage's attitude changed dramatically. It was clear that the Mage had confirmed to herself that she was truly dealing with someone so gifted and powerful as to justify being called 'Divine'. Yet the Mage's change in attitude did not reflect any submission, any recognition that she was overwhelmed or helpless standing there before the Goddess. Clearly this Mage thought, still, that she could hold her own, at least for awhile, against Ama-arhus' magick power.
Ama-arhus' attitude changed, too, and the Mage clearly displayed her…not relief…but respect for the Goddess.
A little smile broke out, for the first time, on Ama-arhus' face. It was a sincere smile of relaxation when facing, for all facts and purposes, an equal.
With that smile the Mage reciprocated. In an almost divine sounding voice, she said, "I am Lana, of the Tiberius Clan, from Earth!"
Nodding, the Goddess replied, "And I am Ama-arhus, the Goddess of the regions through which, I am told, you crossed. Also, there are many Earths here. What were the circumstances that brought you here?"
The Mage lost her smile. "I have realized that whatever happened to my…world must have similarly happened to many others. I do not understand, but the evidence forces me to admit that apparently there have been many Earths, each different in some metaphysical way. Mine seems to be similar to your lands. While I am not familiar with Succubii, we have Elves and other kin, as well as what we consider extremely well developed Magick. Until my world was…whatever happened to it…we were regularly magi-porting Humans and Elfkin to our Moon for exploration purposes. As you may notice, I am especially proud of that accomplishment!"
"I understand and concur with the greatness of your accomplishment," Ama-arhus replied. "Unfortunately, here we do not have a Moon to explore."
"But you have additional, new lands that have just joined with this…place. New lands you could explore."
"Yes, of course. I plan on doing so as soon as I am finished here. But, you see, I must finish, and win, the Tournament before I can be free to send exploration parties into these new worlds. Could you help me here? Afterwards, I could always arrange for you to lead exploration parties…at my expense, of course!"
"That is why I am here. I have heard that you are in need of my services."
"Exactly!" Ama-arhus replied, then snapped her fingers.
Instantly a golden metal disk appeared in mid-air, and an image appeared within it. The image was moving.
It showed a naked young woman, teenaged young, going through an incredible routine of physical exercise and training. Her movements were a blur, the accuracy of her punches and kicks precise, her endurance seemingly superhuman.
"That is Sakura, the top ranked contender for the Tournament. The Tournament I am vowed to win!"
Lana looked at the Goddess, then back at the disk. "And I take it that she is not on your side?"
Ama-arhus just nodded.
Sakura went through another series of exercise moves and routines with Olympic gymnastic form and grace and murderous accuracy and power.
"Hmm!" Lana said, carefully studying the disk. "She is very good!" she finalized.
Ama-arhus smiled wryly and nodded her head. "She could kick my ass, your ass, the ass of every person here, if they didn't use their magick to protect themselves! Fortunately for myself and others here, she apparently has to have a reason, an anger or slight, before she kicks someone's ass…outside the ring, that is!"
"It would be simple to kill her…"
"No one can die here! Satan knows I've tried with some of the others in this world!" Ama-arhus sighed.
"Well, cast a spell on her…corrupt her, ruin her ability to compete…"
As if on cue suddenly Sakura jerked to a halt, then turned around. Arms stiff at her sides, fists clenched in furious frustration, she screamed at someone out of sight of the disk, "Stop that! Quit staring at my ass! I don't like womyn! I don't want to kick your asses nor have you lick mine! Leave me alone!" Then, as she turned back to the air filled punching bag, the disk detected a reply that couldn't be understood yet it caused Sakura to frown seriously.
Then, with a loud cry, "Damned Lesbians!" she leaped straight up, spinning in mid air. When her legs were even with the punching bag, which had to be a good foot taller than the girl's height, her blurry right foot smashed into it.
It instantly, and loudly, exploded into a million shards of leather, leaving only a temporary cloud in the air where the bag had been.
Sakura settled to her feet as if nothing had happened. Her smile was broad as she listened for more obscene comments from the walls about her and heard…nothing! Then she went back to her routine.
Ama-arhus snapped her fingers again and the disk disappeared. "I could cast a spell on her, physically make her unable to fight, but the Sisterhood would certainly read my signature on it. I have already been caught…influencing contestants. I cannot win the Tournament if I am banned from it. That is why I need you. It must be someone they are not familiar with. It also has to be a spell that will interfere with her competing, but not be obviously something that will physically cripple her."
"Why don't you have one of your Succubii use their Aura to rape her? Fuck her so good and long that she won't be able to resist her opponent?"
"They are terrified of her. You saw how skilled she is in physical assault! Succubii cannot stand pain!"
"She seems to…disagree with having sexual relations with womyn here. Since there are no men here, that can be rather awkward…and lonely." She looked at Ama-arhus with a smile and a facial expression that said volumes.
The Goddess returned the smile, then added, "It is one of her main advantages here in the Tournament. She cannot use most of her physical skills in the ring, but she also lacks the inclination, as well as possessing the discipline, to become aroused by her opponents, no matter how skilled at sexual combat or physically attractive."
"She has never had sex with a womyn?"
"Once. I sent one of my most hopeful acquaintances, Wendy, to seduce her. And she made great advances with Sakura the first time they 'had relations'. But the very next day Sakura betrayed her to the Sisterhood and I haven't seen Wendy since." Ama-arhus looked sincerely sad with the last sentence.
Lana faced the Goddess. "It looks like it is in her disposition towards sex that your conundrum lies. She must have a real mental resistance with having sex with females. It is probably due to her upbringing. She obviously is very disciplined, which means her mind doesn't change very easily or often. But, as we all know, every female, Human or Elf, can be 'turned' with sufficient 'stimulation'! Simple. Turn her and she'll bark like a dog for every lesbian she faces in the ring who gets her hands on her!"
"How? I don't have any spells that will force a girl into lesbianism. I would have to…"
"I do…" Lana interrupted.
"Wha? How?" Ama-arhus replied.
"It is a simple spell to cast. I have used it many times back on my old home. Never used it here. But there is no reason it wouldn't work here."
"What do you need?"
"Not much at all. I can cast it within ten feet of the victim. Only the victim must be in full, out of control orgasm when I cast it."
Ama-arhus' head dropped. "Fine! We would have to tie her down to force her to orgasm! The trouble would be that she can kick the head in of anyone who gets within three feet of her! Now its true that she cannot kills us, but she could cause some outrageous, and permanent, pain if she wants. And she will want to if any lesbian tries to rape her!"
Lana's grin broadened. "But I didn't say you have to rape her. Seducing her would work just as well…better as a matter of fact.
"How? Wendy tried seducing her."
Lana turned back, holding her hand out to the darkness. Almost at once two short figures stepped into the light alongside the Mage. "These are my companions, and protectors. Their names are Eytherel and Aytherel."
Ama-arhus gawked at the pair. They were elves, alright: Pointed ears, though not as long as some Plains Elves. Petite, even for Elves…inches shorter than her Dark Elves. Slim but certainly not skinny…bodies that were absolutely hairless…not only between their proportionally full and powerful thighs, as were typical of Elves, but also between their ears. And, for some reason unfathomable to Ama-arhus, their baldness atop their heads seemed to accentuate their beauty…and sexual attraction.
And beautiful they certainly were! Yes, all Elves were gorgeous…they were 'born' to be…but these instantly created a dramatic impression of utmost beauty, and sexual attraction, in the Goddess.
The sensations of passion and lust, as well as love, reminded the Goddess of the Vampirella's emotional powers…
And all she had to do was look into their eyes…
And tits! Bare, naked, awesome tits that were so big and firm that they pressed together over their sternums as if in a push-up bra; lush and full boobs that curved outward at the sides past their ribs. Perfectly conical and firm, they stuck out proportionately as far as a naturally top heavy Succubus'. Virginal puffy nipples, a delicious innocent pink, capped those eye catching suck sacks.
And their hypnotizing blue eyes seemed to draw, to compel Ama-arhus' vision to them.
They stared at her, a confident, relentless, unblinking and wide eyed glare that soon captured Ama-arhus' eyes. Suddenly the Goddess wouldn't, couldn't look away…
Eyes helplessly, hopelessly fixated on those of the Elf on Lana's left…Aytherel the Goddess thought…Ama-arhus saw out of the bottom of her locked vision the Elf's lips move. Like vibrating crystal, the extreme high pitched and piercing voice seemed to fill and dominate her huge room, "Can we? Can we have her now?"
Ama-arhus heard Lana's voice, "Yes, Aytherel, but make it good! She is a Goddess and most likely more powerful than me in the end, so make her enjoy it! Make her love having you use her!"
Ama-arhus began to panic. Through the entire conversation she couldn't take her eyes off of Aytherel's eyes. Just like that vampire! And now the two beauties were advancing upon her!
Unseen, Lana spoke softly and unthreateningly, "Try to relax, Goddess. They really are very good at this! They do this with…to me every evening we are alone in camp and I have never been able to resist them, so I've given up trying! It will be very good!"
Ama-arhus was now panting like some sexually stimulated virgin, facing her advancing, and welcomed, lover for her first exercise in womanhood. It was outrageous! Sweat streamed down her forehead, down her cheeks, flowing between her breasts.
And suddenly she was so wet!
Breasts that had iron stiff nipples jutting achingly out…
"Goddesses don't sweat!" she screamed at herself, trying to break the hypnotic seizure of those elfin eyes. "And they do not get seduced! They do the seducing!" Desperately she struggled with her fixation on those…beautiful blue eyes.
But without a shred of success. She still could not break her stare with the now hungrily smiling Aytherel!
Eytherel, stopping on the left of Ama-arhus' throne, reached over the arm and simply pulled open the Goddess' robe, completely exposing her divinely built body to the Elves. Aytherel, now directly in front of her, maintaining eye contact, climbed upon the throne, straddling Ama-arhus' naked hips.
Their eyes never broke contact, not for an instant.
Eytherel seized each of the Goddess' thighs and draped her legs, one at a time, over the armrests of the throne, completely exposing divine pussy, soaked, inflamed and opened pussy, to the leering Elf. Then, with awesome strength, the Elf pulled her hips forward until the Goddess' big buns were running over the front edge of her throne.
Ama-arhus did nothing to prevent her. Instead she just hissed in searing lust as she was spread wide for the leering Elf.
Then Eytherel climbed between the Goddess' wide spread thighs.
"Oh beautiful Mistress," whispered Aytherel, oh so delightfully, into Ama-arhus' face from just inches off of her nose. "Cum for us! We need you to cum for us! Now!"
"Yes, now!" added Eytherel from between the Goddess' thighs. Then that bald head plunged into Ama-arhus' wide spread loins.
The Goddess felt something silky, hot and wet stroke over her rigidly stiff clit and she hissed helplessly, and more loudly, as wicked pleasure roared up her spine. Her hips jerked openly from the searing bliss between her thighs.
But still, with her body jerking under the Elf's assault upon her clit, she couldn't take her eyes off of Aytherel's as the Elf stood dominately over her.
An Elf whose face was now descending down on hers!
"Now!" Aytherel breathed right into Ama-arhus' open mouth just before her sweet lips captured the Goddess' own lush lips. Immediately after their lips fused a tapered, but ultimately inches thick, prehensile tongue plunged down Ama-arhus' throat to a depth exceeding a foot.
Eyes still locked on Aytherel's, all Ama-arhus could do was gag.
Then intense, consciousness destroying painful pleasure seized the Goddess. Her hands furiously gripped the arms of her throne, nails digging into the wood. In a vivid spasm, lifting her hips, she dramatically thrust her bald twat directly into Eytherel's face, and Aytherel withdrew her tongue just in time as the Goddess' teeth clamped shut.
Trying desperately to control her body as well as maintain her consciousness as the pleasure built, Ama-arhus felt small but powerful hands grip each of her bulbous asscheeks with claw armed fingers. Then those hands, had to be Eytherel's, lifted her hips higher…higher towards the Elf's thigh straddled face.
Teeth clenched in a furious grimace, she looked helplessly up at the gently smiling Aytherel.
"You like our tongues, My Goddess! You want to cum for us? I hope so, for you will be cuming for us in less than a minute!" Then the Elf nodded.
Then Eytherel's tongue began whipping furiously up and down, its tip slapping with that blurry motion directly on the Goddess' unhooded clit with merciless accuracy and speed. Ama-arhus, in the few seconds her rational mind had remaining, thought she could hear the angry bee-like buzz of that tongue. But then…
"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! OOOHHH! By the Gods!" Ama-arhus suddenly wailed, her arched up body freezing, her claw-like fingernails dug deep into the wood of her throne's arms.
Still she couldn't look away from Aytherel's eyes…
"No! Stop!" she hissed up at the grinning Elf in her face. "…can't stand it!…can't lose…control!…" Then she hissed like a snake, her mind melting under the incredibly electric, all triumphant clit derived pleasure.
"Cum for us…now!" Aytherel cried in elation, eyes leering down on the overwhelmed, defeated Goddess.
And Ama-arhus obeyed…submitted…surrendered…
"AAAAHHHH! Fuck! Good! So good! AAAAAAHHHHHH!" she wailed, her cries degenerating into mere screeches of massive, mind numbing, muscle locking forced orgasm.
The bliss just went on and on, relentlessly. With omnipotent skill, Eytherel tongue-whipped the Goddess' clit until Ama-arhus could only wail, eyes glazed, her lush, sweat soaked body frozen in the tetany of overwhelming orgasm.
On and on the bliss went…on and on the Goddess screeched and howled.
But she never, for an instant, broke eye contact with Aytherel.
Then the still leering Elf nodded again.
And the screeching Goddess abruptly grunted. Then her howls returned, only in deep groaning cries as if she were being punched repeatedly in the belly, "UN! UN! UN! UN! UN! UN! UN! UN!"
And she was being 'punched', only from the inside. Eytherel had mercifully stopped her clit attack, but only to allow every inch available of the Elf's near 2 foot long tongue to drive, in one lightning, soul robbing plunge, into the Goddess' pussy. The tongue, while tapered at the beginning few inches, dramatically widened after that to a thickness that, ultimately, the Elf could hardly open her mouth enough to allow it out.
It stuffed and spread Divine fuck tube as Ama-arhus had never experienced before.
SHE had stuffed other helpless females in such a manner, of course! But now the tables were turned, so to speak!
"AAAHHHH! OOOOOOOO!" moronically went the Goddess, her orgasm not decreasing in the least, but metamorphosing as her normally flat belly swelled noticeably as more and more tongue drove into her.
The Elf applied her tongue whipping technique to Ama-arhus' cervix, at first, then simply violated the opening to Ama-arhus' womb to fill and distend the womb itself.
Mindless in overwhelming orgasm, the Goddess didn't register the most intimate of violations, she didn't even notice how…easy it had been for the Elf to violate her womb…
She just FELT! Felt the consummately feminine pleasure of being filled, being powerfully and dramatically penetrated. Her feminine defenses quite routed, she could only let the orgasm, which she couldn't control anyway, relentlessly rush through her…dominating and possessing her.
For something approaching a quarter of an hour the Elves kept her cuming, kept her straining sweaty hips arched up into all conquering Elf face, kept presenting her stuffed and wide spread fuck hole to the wondrous Elf with the long, thick tongue…
Then Lana's voice, softly but with a tinge of reproach, came through Ama-arhus' frozen consciousness, "Eytherel, that is enough! I don't want you injuring her mind. Now Aytherel, free her!"
At once, and with a most disgusting slurp, the belly stuffing tongue withdrew. Then, somewhat reluctantly, Aytherel turned her eyes away from the Goddess', freeing her mind to begin functioning again.
Exhausted, Ama-arhus' hips dropped back to her throne with a 'splat!' from her feminine fluids accumulated on the seat. For long moments she slumped there, panting rapidly, legs obscenely wide spread upon her throne's arms, while maintaining her stare at the ceiling as she desperately tried to regain reality.
"They really are something, are they not?" Lana said softly with a lilt of pride in her voice. "Once they…want you, and you look into their eyes, I've never seen anyone, Human or Elfkin, resist them. I certainly cannot!"
Ama-arhus looked down at the Mage flanked by her Elves. Both Elves had little smirks on their faces. Smirks of pride.
"Is it…feeding?" the Goddess managed to gasp.
"I don't think so. Not in the normal sense. They still eat food like other Elves. All they say is making a womyn…forcing her into wild, uncontrollable orgasm makes them feel…good! It is like a drug to them. They crave womyn to take after awhile. It is like a fix to them."
Ama-arhus sat up in her throne, wiping sweat from her brow. Then she looked into the Mage's eyes. "Can they do…'take' others like they did to me? Even womyn who do not want sex from them?"
Lana nodded. "I have seen complete strangers…strangers who do not act like someone looking for sex from an Elf…reduced to convulsions and howling to the ceiling or night sky within minutes after meeting either Aytherel or Eytherel. As I have said, whenever they take a mind to have me, I cannot deny them. It doesn't matter my plans, desires, intentions…when they want sex from me, they get it."
"Their eyes…once you look into their eyes…just like Vampirella…"
"There is? Is there a vampire here? From the lands I come from? Well, my land has such things, and many other. And they all hunt by seizing their victim's minds through eye contact."
"No matter," Ama-arhus, feeling more like her old self by the minute, resumed her imperial posture on her throne. "I believe what you said about these two Elves. I am convinced that they can 'do the job' with Sakura. You will be paid handsomely for…'changing' the girl. But, if your Elves or yourself falter…well, you won't have to worry about any retribution from me…she will probably kick your face in and leave you as road kill…"
Lana nodded. "I understand fully. Now, about my retainer…" She smiled business-like.
Ama-arhus smiled too. Then she stood up. Dropping her robe, exposing her divine body to Lana, Ama-arhus began slowly walking towards the Mage.
She fired up her Aura to full. "I have just the retainer you need!" she said in her sexiest voice.
Both Elves suddenly squealed and buried their hands between their pressed together thighs. Soon clear fluid was dripping from between their fingers.
Lana hissed briefly, her face loosing some of its calm, dignified mannerisms.
Then the advancing Goddess saw those impressive mountains showing through Lana's robe form half inch long, furiously stiff little pebbles upon the center of those mountains.
Ama-arhus stopped immediately before the Mage, their jutting tits almost touching. The Mage now had sweat on her brow and was increasingly looking less and less the cool, collected Mage.
The Goddess simply gripped the Mage's robe on each side of the midline and, with no nonsense power, pulled the robe open. Lana cried out in shock as the open robe betrayed what Ama-arhus had suspected…the robe was the only clothing the Mage wore. Letting the cloth slide off Lana's shoulders, the Goddess leered at the lush femininity now displayed before her.
Lana was built. Mage or not, she had a rack that very, very few womyn could match. Big, jutting mountains, had to be a cup size of 44DD, at least (if she ever wore a bra), with big, round maroon nipples, graced her chest. Her waist was narrow, though not anywhere as narrow as most of the other womyn there, but comparing her waist to her wide and full hips made it look narrow. She wasn't fat…just one 'full figured' big womyn!
"Put some armor on her and she'd pass for a big Amazon!" Ama-arhus told herself.
Completely undone by then, Lana stood there, panting up a storm, sweat running down her forehead, and between her tit mountains, and her heaving belly shone. The Goddess looked into the womyn's eyes and smiled hungrily.
The Goddess' Aura surged through the Mage, arousing her intensely, destroying her aloof calmness. She had her juices trickling down the insides of both of her full, muscular thighs.
"Let me show you your 'retainer'" Ama-arhus forcefully said right into the womyn's sweaty face.
Then Lana suddenly looked down, and her eyes widened into gawking orbs of mostly white. "By the Horned Fairies, w…what is that!"
"Something I…acquired from some Humans I…met! They became very generous to me once we had…spent some time together!" Ama-arhus said. "It's called a nyobin! An enlarged clit! And the more powerful you are, the bigger it gets!"
Lana bit down on her lower lip. "So big!" she hissed.
The Goddess chuckled. "The biggest you're going to see around here! When I use it on you it will be eighteen inches and as thick as an Amazon's forearm!"
Lana jerked her head up, terror upon her beautiful face. "No! You mustn't…you can't! I've never…its so…too big! I can't…"
Ama-arhus' nyobin, fully erect and swollen, thumped audibly against Lana's broad, flat, and sweaty belly. "You wanted a retainer, didn't you? I'd like to see you leave my side once I've planted this into you!" the Goddess said forcefully as she abruptly cupped both of Lana's magnificent breasts in her hands. Hefting them, then sinking her fingers deeply into their meat, she eventually caught the Mage's rock hard nipple tips between her fingers and rolled them.
Lana' eyes drooped and she hissed, her hands resting, uselessly, on Ama-arhus' tit grabbing arms. For a long moment she could only pant and slowly shake her head in negation.
Then Ama-arhus dropped her left hand to Lana's dripping wet loins and cupped the Mage's floppy lipped cunt.
The Mage's eyes flew open and she grunted as if punched in the stomach. As the smirking Goddess stuffed as many fingers as would fit into Lana's fuck hole, the Mage moaned like the dying and spread her knees.
Ama-arhus gripped the Mage's lush, full ass in her right hand and began leading the overwhelmed Mage towards her throne.
Before they got four complete steps the Mage was gripping the Goddess' nyobin, her hand able to go a little more than halfway around the wickedly wide 'shaft'.
At the throne Ama-arhus wasted no more time with the fully undone Mage. Pushing her into the throne, right on the wet spot that the Goddess had left, she gripped Lana by the thighs and pulled her down until her big asscheeks were over the front edge of the seat. Then she forced the knees above the armrests.
"Open yourself!" the Goddess imperiously demanded.
And Lana immediately gripped herself behind those knees and pulled her knees back until they touched the outside of her shoulders at the deltoid.
The Goddess smirked down at the panting, whining Mage, now as open and presented as a bipedal female, Human or Elf, could make herself. Then Ama-arhus took her jumping clit in her hand…
"OOOOHHH!" loudly moaned the Mage when the Goddess took up running the broad tip of her nyobin up and down Lana's flaming pink, dripping wet pussy, pressing apart the womyn's labia, exposing her hole.
When the Goddess pressed the tip of the nyobin into that hole, stretching the opening widely, the Mage stared up at Ama-arhus' grinning face, her own a mask of sudden, wide eyed panic, "No! Please! You're too big! I've never seen a…phallus so long and thick…I can't!"
"Oh, I don't know!" Ama-arhus replied while lining up her 'prick'. "You're a big girl! You don't know how big you can take…or how good it will feel…until you tried it!" With the 'tried it', the Goddess thrust forward.
With a syrupy 'pop' and a window rattling shriek, the Mage accepted the nyobin. As the bestial thing sank into her fully lubricated fuck hole, relentlessly spreading the tube, stuffing the womyn's guts, Lana's shriek changed into a long, drawn out moan…a moan of overwhelming pleasure. When the clit smashed into her untouched (by any rigid phallus) womb, she loudly grunted and her toes, up near the Goddess' face, clenched fiercely. When her cervix was breached and her belly swelled for the first, but definitely not last, time from womb being pushed up by out of control nyobin, her eyes rolled up and she spasmically gripped Ama-arhus' own big boobs in her hands, hanging on desperately.
Arrogantly grinning down on the gasping, straining Mage, Ama-arhus ground her nearly buried 'prick' into Lana's belly until her pre-orgasmic whining started. Chuckling meanly, the Goddess then barked, "NOW!" and started fucking the wide open, clutching fuck tube of the Mage.
Within two nearly sixteen inch strokes in and out of the Mage's belly, Lana obeyed and loudly exploded under the hard pounding Goddess, her cries a mixture of desperate moans of belly swelling penetration and hysterical squeals of mind crushing orgasm.
Smoothly, effortlessly plowing the thrashing, squealing multi-orgasmic Mage, Ama-arhus added, "That's it! Can't stop can you? Cum, all you want! How's this for a 'retainer'? Enough? Is the retainer big enough for you, Mage?"
Lost in machinegun orgasms, hands still filled with Ama-arhus' boobs, Lana stopped her head tossing long enough to happily nod up to the Goddess atop her. "Oh yes! OH! Mistress, oh yes! Moan! I'll serve! AH! AH! AH! I'll serve you! OOOHHH! I'll serve UNDER you! OOOOH! Just don't stop! Please! I'll do anything you…whine!…want! Anything! Moan! Just don't stop! PLEASE!"
The Goddess didn't stop, not for longer a time than those Elves had enjoyed upon her. And Lana admitted many times afterward that it had been the best retainer she had ever gotten!

Miko jumped to excited, rigid attention when she saw her Mother, Maria, stiffly and quietly step around the corner of the hallway near her room and make directly for her. Maria's face looked kinda tired, but otherwise she appeared okay. There were those two pinpricks on her neck, though…
They hugged warmly, and Miko's hug had added desperation.
"Oh, Mom!" she nearly shouted into Maria's ear. "Are you okay? Did she…you know…attack you again?"
Still holding arms, the two females separated, standing with their faces a foot apart. The light maroon tips of their famously and seriously over average Miroku tits, however, were nearly touching. "She doesn't have to…do that anymore…" Maria replied, somewhat numbly.
"Well come on! Let's get away before that Bitch finds out your missing…" and Miko started to run back from whence she came, dragging her Mother by her arms.
Maria didn't move.
"Wha?" Miko gasped.
Looking at the ground sheepishly, Maria replied, "I…I…I don't want to…leave Her! I…I love her! I haven't loved…had such a love…since I lost your Father!"
"What?" Miko gasped. Then she saw her Mother's glassy eyes and tears suddenly were filling her own. "You can't feel that way about that vampire! She's a monster!"
Maria made eye contact with her horror stricken daughter. "I…cannot help it! I cannot fight it! I cannot think of anything else but…doing whatever she wants me to do!"
A single tear was running down each of Miko's cherry sweet cheeks. "Oh, Mom, you can't mean this!"
"I…I came here to tell you…" Maria stuttered. Then she looked over her shoulder…guiltily and with a touch of fear. "You will be facing her today. Part of me wants oh so very much to see you defeated…taken…possessed by my Mistress Vampirella, my love!" Maria finished the last word with a bliss filled sigh.
"Oh, Mom!" Miko blubbered, biting her lower lip to stop the crying fit bubbling up from within her.
Then Maria's languid expression hardened. Suddenly she was, again, a mother and a Miroku. "But, another part of me want's my child to win! I haven't much time…I'm not very strong and…she will take me…want me soon…but I wanted to tell you that Vampirella is terrified of stakes! Stakes driven far up her! And she is very tender about her…butt! Whenever I have went down…ah…dammit! When I have gone down on her…whenever I tried to lick her…ass, she goes crazy and moves her butt away from me! I think she has a great fear of…being penetrated back there!"
Then, abruptly, Maria jerked and her face softened. Miko glanced past her and saw Vampirella standing in the hallway.
"Remember too, child, that the eyes are the window into the mind! Always remember that!" she added quickly but softly.
Vampirella raised her right arm and her hand, forming a bent version of the claws found on birds of prey, seemed to pull on Maria's back from ten feet away.
Maria's nipples exploded into inch long rigidity and Miko's Mother hissed as she shuddered. Just as she started back she hesitated a moment, then gasped out, "I love you, Miko!" Then she was staggering back to the smirking vampire.
As soon as she got within arm's length, Vampirella gripped Maria's big, round ass with one taloned hand.
Maria gasped, then moaned loudly.
Tears coursed down Miko's cheeks.
The vampire glared at the naked young Miroku. "I have another hand for YOUR ass, My Slut! I look forward to taking you in the ring, before all those thousands. It will be so fulfilling and I'm sure your taste will be delightful! And then you will be happy to service me, just like your slutty Mother! Mother and Daughter sex slaves! A fitting reward for winning the Tourney, don't you think? And I will thoroughly enjoy you two!" Then the vampire led her Mother away by a dominating grip on Maria's ass. Maria's generous ass meat bulged between Vampirella's claw-like fingers.
Whether it was the murderous fury of frustration at the vampire, or heartbreak for her mother, Miko, arms stiff at her sides, fists clenched like rocks, broke down into a loud and uncontrolled crying jag in the middle of the hallway.

Sakura ended her morning workout with a series of blurry blows to the five foot high, 200 pound punching bag hanging before her. Six blows in six seconds, three from each fist, each accompanied by a shrill, sharp cry, smacked into the leather of the punching bag. She stepped back to take a count watching her 'opponent' before her visibly quiver.
Then she frowned mightily when, from the walls to her side and behind, she heard the soft, awed cries: "My gawd!" "She can kick my ass anytime!" "I think…no, know I'm in love!"
Sakura always worked out in the nude. Back home that had been a problem…what with boys constantly trying to get peeks at her. But, back home, dealing with peeping Tom's had been more simple, more direct…a good swift kick to the side of their heads, or just the threat of one, usually and mostly kept them away.
But these…these…lesbians! They were worse than just about any boy she had to…"discipline"…back home! For hours, it would seem to Sakura, they would stand on tables or chairs, anything to allow them to drape their arms and see over the tops of the ten foot high walls that divided the 'gynasium' into individual practice cubicles.
To leer at her!
Literally drooling as she went through her exercise routine!
Now she stood in her fighting stance, facing the still swinging punching bag, her legs parted, her arms up at her shoulders.
Perfect to unintentionally show off her full, almost completely conical, well over a handful breasts as they rose and fell with her hard breathing. Her smooth skin dripped with sweat (Which she had been told by Wendy that many…'dykes'…really got off on!), and it gave her taut and untanned, alabaster-like flesh a sheen not unlike polished marble.
She glanced to her right, looking back as soon as she saw the good half dozen Human and Elf womyn, grins from ear to pointed ear, gawking at her magnificently exercised and trained, yet very nubile body.
Especially they stared, she well knew by now, at the only part on her with anything that could be called 'fat'…her bulging…'bubblebutt'! Those buns which, no matter how much she worked them, stubbornly refused to NOT jut way out in smooth, eye and hand attracting perfection.
The hands she could do something about with a well placed punch on the boy's nose, but she had yet to figure out how to stop the reflection of light off of those rotund and baby butt smooth cheeks!
If anything, she shouldn't complain about their leering. After all, she was the one who insisted on always working out deliciously stark naked.
Her buttocks were iron hard muscle, especially her gluteus maximus, overlaid by the thinnest layer of fat to gloss over the striations, and then covered with silky, stretched taut skin.
They were like two plump risen loaves of bread…loaves now with the sweaty sheen of sugar icing upon them and marred only by the deepest, darkest trench sliced between them!
How she hated those…lecherous…lesbians! She tried not to feel anger at their disrespectful leering. Certainly she had no concerns about becoming aroused by their attentions! She was no lesbian!
Her dislike-growing-into-hatred of those lesbians…leering…greedy…horny…dykes constantly 'hitting' on her, or looking obviously like they couldn't wait to catch her bending over in the showers!…finally couldn't be ignored anymore…
After all, dammit! She wasn't a lesbian!
Almost instantly her mind replied, "Wendy!"
Her frown, as well as her blush, deepened. "Wendy was…a mistake," she softly told herself for the umpteenth time when the beautiful blond's face popped into Sakura's mind's eye. She was the exception that made the rule. She was just showing Sakura…some moves to use in the ring! Yea, that was it! There was no affection, no love in what they did! She was just trying to help her…
One mad, wild moment with an aggressive…beautiful…teenaged lesbian didn't make her one…no matter how many times the fellow teenager had made her cum! She was no lesbian!
And she wanted nothing to do with any of those other lesbians!
Then she looked back at the punching bag. Suddenly a smile brightened her sour features. But it wasn't a smile of happiness…but of anger.
Abruptly, with awe inspiring speed, she spun completely around on her left foot and, with an even louder screech, tinged with not a little anger, she buried her right foot, sole first, right in the middle of the punching bag.
And instantly the bag flew back, snapping the chain from which it had hung, to impact and shatter the wall five feet behind it.
Suddenly there was silence…
For the longest time all that could be heard was Sakura's fast and hard, and angry, breathing…
A good minute later, a single sound came from behind her. It was a long, low, desperate and hungry moan, a Human moan…"OOOHHHH damn!"
Then, from her right, came the higher pitched sigh of an Elf, "I wish I could lose to her in the ring!"
Rolling her eyes, the lusciously gleaming, naked Streetfighter turned in disgust to the exit leading in the direction of the showers.
"And nobody better follow me!" she said, her voice much more than a whisper, though a little less than a roar.
But everyone around her heard it, alright!

Aphrodite pulled Carmine into Ama-arhus' apartments by her iron bar erect, leaky faucet drooling, eighteen inch dick. The Succubus had a distinct bow-legged gait, and every time Aphrodite winced when her luscious thighs slid together during a step, Carmine smirked.
Thanks to Ama-arhus' spell, and the fact that the Goddess had been using the other two Succubii, Aphrodite had been alone in keeping Carmine in her room, mending to her endless need to spew.
She had been dealing with Carmine and her spell since the end of the matches yesterday. All night long she had been 'entertaining' the veritably out of control Sex Assassin.
Now she understood how such…unique individuals could fuck someone mad or worse.
Taking on Carmine had pressed the single Succubus to her very physical limits. Never, not by Ama-arhus, nor any Demon, not by anyone had she been fucked…raped (which Succubii usually enjoyed) so energetically, competently, and for so long a time! But she kept the monster in her room through the night!
Thank the Goddess that, finally, the Goddess had called for Carmine's presence! She didn't think she could take that Sex Monster up her widely stretched asshole one more time without exploding! Not to mention how much weight she probably had gained swallowing those Goddess dimensioned loads of the Sex Assassin's cum all night!
A Succubus must watch her waistline! (Not!)
Ama-arhus was standing before her, rather wet, throne when she led Carmine in. The Succubus was having a difficult time holding onto the dripping, drooling cock of the Sex Assassin, so much precum had been deposited in her hand since they had left Carmine's apartment.
When Carmine stopped a few feet before the Goddess, and she got a good look at Ama-arhus in her virtually transparent gown and fully feminized form, the cursed cock, all nearly eighteen inches of apparently permanently priapasmic prick jumped right out of Aphrodite's sloppy grip. The prick slapped off of Carmine's belly and sternum, then came to rest in the horizontal.
Immediately nearly a half cup of wormy, bright white testicle-goo slid out the slit to flop to the Goddess' thick, exotic carpet.
Ama-arhus stared at the massive pole bobbing before…a long way before…the Sex Assassin's loins. "You may go, Aphrodite!" she husked. "And thank you! Now, take some time off…get well. I am sure that Carmine here will be needing your…services again before the day is done!"
With a weak smile the Succubus nodded and was gone.
"We are alone, Carmine!" Ama-arhus said, her eyes fixed on the Sex Assassin's 'weapon'.
Shackled, Carmine couldn't use her hands. But she could hear well enough. And she heard the Goddess' words and they sounded not at all like those she had gave to Carmine just two days ago. Was that hunger in her voice?
Then Carmine clearly saw the Goddess lick her lips…real hungrily!
"The first match for today will be starting soon, and I wanted you to see the Vampire ravage your friend…er…I meant ex-friend, that Miroku toy, Miko! As a matter of fact, I'm looking forward to that myself. She is such the sex-pot, right?"
Carmine said nothing, she just drooled tons of wadd upon Ama-arhus' floor.
"Well, you've fucked her by now, right? Everyone has fucked her! She has the reputation as being one of the most entertaining nymphomaniacs here!"
Carmine still did nothing, except wince when her balls filled some more with babystuff.
"Well, I want you to study that Vampire! You will be fighting her next. There is no way Miko is going to resist, better yet defeat, Vampirella! Look how her more experienced Mother did!" Then Ama-arhus' eyes dropped from Carmine's eyes back to her jumping prick. Again the Goddess licked her lips!
She went on, "But we have time. I haven't been able to…let go of the taste of your wadd from yesterday! If you don't mind, and I know you don't, let me…" And suddenly Ama-arhus was naked, and the Goddess was on her knees right before Carmine and her jutting woman feeder! "…let me have a…taste of you! Just a little taste before the match…let me swallow some of…you!"
And Ama-arhus' mouth was wide open and under the purple cockhead of Carmine's cursed cock, and she had one hand cupping the Sex Assassin's melon sized balls, and the Goddess' other hand was trying to wrap around the arm thick shaft of Carmine's weapon!
Tongue now extended, wide and nearly to her chin, Ama-arhus pumped Carmine's meat with that single hand, once, from the base to the flared rim of the cockhead.
And a good cup of wormy, lumpy ball slime slid greasily out the widened hole at the tip of the cock and directly dumped, in numerous tacky globs, right on the Goddess' extended tongue. But only for a count for, thanks to the slippery soaked condition of Ama-arhus' lingus, Carmine's eggwhite immediately slid down and into Ama-arhus' wide open maw.
Never to be seen again.
With a loud, forced 'gulp!', the Goddess sent it into her stomach.
"Delicious!" she mumbled, then re-opened her mouth and, leaning forward, made for Carmine's glans, predatory hunger on her eager face. Just before contact was made with her taut lips, the Goddess mumbled, "Feed me!"
Then a loud 'slurp' seemed to fill the room as Carmine watched her nearly fist sized cockhead disappear into the Goddess' blast furnace hot mouth.
Immediately the suction started.
And Carmine moaned, most sincerely. Her knees bent, almost giving way, from the delicious sensation of the Goddess' mouth gnawing and sucking on her glans.
The fact that Aphrodite had just finished choking on her cock and massive load not a half hour before seemed to have no effect on the pleasure Ama-arhus' blow-job was giving her. Instantly she was panting and thrusting her hips forward, trying to get ever more meat into the Goddess' maw. If Carmine's hands had been free she would already be taking fistfuls of Divine hair and using them to ram every inch of her sixteen inches not in Goddess mouth into and down Goddess throat.
Instead an ever more enthusiastic Ama-arhus pumped Carmine's shaft, gagging and then swallowing the bolts of fresh manchowder that Carmine's balls endlessly and willingly supplied. As the pumping, and increasingly desperate swallowing, went on, Carmine abruptly noticed that the Goddess had less and less shaft to jack as more and more cock slid greasily into Goddess mouth and, eventually, throat. With precipitous fascination, Carmine stood still as she watched Ama-arhus most eagerly gobble up every single inch of her cock, pressing her nose against Carmine's hairless belly, swallowing deliciously upon Carmine's nearly swallowed, completely captured meat.
But only so long for the more sucking, swallowing pleasure the Goddess selflessly gave Carmine, the more her sex beam took up jerking and throbbing way, way down Ama-arhus' cocksucking throat. In consequence, Ama-arhus responded to the uncontrolled throbbing and, especially, jerking of Carmine's womanbreaker with louder and ever more frequent gagging.
Thus, after a good minute of delicious, to Carmine, gagging and swallowing Ama-arhus started the long journey back from deep throat cataclysm. As she retreated she suckled Carmine's delicious meat stick…
The entire sixteen inches the Goddess retreated.
Still, the divine cocksucker didn't allow the cock to escape her oral grasp. She kept the, admittedly huge, cockhead in her mouth.
She proceeded to gnaw on it. Rolling it in her mouth, buffing it with her long and talented tongue, and then sucking…sucking…sucking…
Carmine gave a warning gasp with a couple of minutes of glans sucking, a warning that spewgasm was moments, or sucks, away.
Ama-arhus ignored her. In fact, it felt like, to Carmine, that the divine cocksucking bitch increased the vacuum in her mouth! It was almost like she wanted Carmine to peak, to explode in her mouth, to spew quarts of coagulated babystuff down her throat!
It sure seemed like it. No sooner than that cock was jumping and throbbing at its wildest, that Carmine was whining in red faced near orgasm, that precum was flooding her sucking mouth and running in rivulets down her chin, than Ama-arhus destroyed the Sex Assassin by: First, gripping Carmine's swollen, low hanging and hot balls in her all-powerful hands, digging her claws seriously deep into the tender and vulnerable nutmeat, and, Second, driving her head down around all of Carmine's jumping, ready to unload prick, plunging her head completely around Carmine's pole.
With a loud cry of bliss, and defeat, Carmine gave up, surrendering to Ama-arhus and her triumphant load stealing throat. Her first spurt was so copious that most of it managed to jet out the Goddess' twin nostrils. The second shot down her throat, making her gag most convincingly.
The sound of forced swallowing of pudding…manpudding…dominated the acoustics in the room for the next three minutes. Most of Carmine's inhumanly volumed load went down the cocksuckers throat.
Most of it. When Ama-arhus, a obviously satisfied Ama-arhus, finally released Carmine's still huge prick from its esophageal entrapment, she nonetheless had curtains of coagulated testicle protein hanging from her chin with long ropes of wadd extending for feet out her nostrils. It would take a good twenty minutes for the Goddess to clean her face.
Fortunately she had allowed for face clinging time so they wouldn't be late for the big match.

Sakura had just stepped out the doorway of her exercise cubical on her way to the showers when she nearly ran into two females directly in her way. They were really short, even for Elves, and completely hairless. But they had long, pointed ears and were stacked like some fifteen year old boy's wet dream while on drugs.
But they smiled at her like they wanted to 'eat' her in the showers!
Instantly, with the word "Lesbian!" echoing in her head, Sakura went into her instinctive, and very, very dangerous, stance. "Don't you dykes ever listen? Stay away from me, I'm not interested!"
The two cute and luscious nymphs stepped towards her.
She jerked into fighting mode, her muscles suddenly bulging, taut, ready for use.
Sakura's gaze went from one gorgeous face to the other, looking for some clue as to how they would attack, when they would.
The two Elves just kept slowly approaching her.
She saw that both were blue eyed…such a…pretty, delicious blue that it was a pleasure just to look at them…
They separated from each other, the gap between them widening.
Sakura just wanted to keep her eyes on the Elf to her right, the one with the delicious smile, right before her.
They were becoming the most delicious, luscious, lovely creatures Sakura had ever seen…
Now her vision was fixed on the eyes of the Elf on her right. Those wondrous and beautiful blue eyes…
The Elf didn't falter in her slow, steady advance. The other Elf was out of sight now.
Out of mind, now.
The Elf before her smiled oh so sweetly! It was the most beautiful sight Sakura could remember.
Now she didn't want to fight them. She didn't want to study their faces for an advantage in a fight! They were too beautiful! Why should she want to hurt them? Why did she want to dislike them?
She loved the Elf before her! Her heart went out to such beauty. Such arousing beauty that she wanted to share a single lounge chair by the pool with the Elf!
She wanted to kiss each Elf!
She wanted to do more than kiss this Elf!
She wanted to be with this Elf like she had been with…Wendy!
She was no lesbian but…she was getting so hot about this delicious Elf before her!
Now she was sweating again, even though she wasn't really doing much physically. Furthermore her arms were no longer up at her shoulders, but slowly lowering to alongside her hips!
She didn't want to strike out…to hurt these beauties…the most attractive females she could remember. Now she wanted them…wanted them more than any girl…no…anyONE she had ever seen! She wanted them more than when Wendy had slid atop her to show her how much…fun…being with…being under another girl could be!
Then the one Elf was standing directly in-front of her, looking up at her, keeping their eyes fixed on each other. She felt the other Elf, who had slipped behind her, gently place her hands, her strong hands, on her buttocks.
Sakura shivered as the most wicked jolts of pure lusty pleasure shot through her…directly from those hands!
Then those hands started moving…moving all over her embarrassingly jutting and round buns.
And it really felt good! Her heart pounded so, her mouth was so dry! Her flat belly was heaving again, like right after her exercise routine.
Her nipples now ached in their jutting hardness.
The one in-front suddenly spoke in a voice that threatened to crack the transparent dome overhead, "I am Eytherel. My sister, Aytherel, is behind you. We want you! We want to make you feel good! Would you like that?"
Precipitously, without forethought, the panting, sweating Sakura nodded.
"Good! We want to make you feel good! We want to make you cum! We must make you cum! Is that alright?"
Now with a ragged moan, followed by a hiss as Aytherel's strong hands slipped into her asscrack, Sakura again nodded, only more quickly this time, more eagerly. As she nodded eagerly down at Eytherel, the fingers of those asscrack exploring hands of Aytherel slipped between Sakura's parted thighs to touch her bald, and now flooded, pussy.
It was all she could do to not moan loudly like some cheap whore.
Sakura watched Eytherel slowly squat down and then move between her surprisingly wide spread thighs. Sakura gnawed on her lower lip when her thighs thrilled as the sweet Elf pressed her hot, smooth, perfect body against them.
Still she couldn't take her eyes off of Eytherel's own eyes looking up at her!
Out of the bottom of her vision she saw the Elf open her mouth and extend her tongue…
"My God!" she thought in a torrid gasp. "How big was that tongue!?" She seemed to immediately know what that feet long tongue was for (Wendy, after all, had already shown her!) and, more importantly, where that tongue was going!
"OOOOHHH!" Sakura moaned wantonly, again not breaking her visual fixation with Eytherel, when the tip of that tongue found its target. "No!" she managed to gasp before she lost her voice in hormonal heat rushing up from her throbbing clit.
Where the tip of that tongue was pressed against.
"You will cum, now!" Aytherel said, her breath hot and moist in her wide open asscrack. Then Eytherel broke eye contact with Sakura and plunged her own face into the Streetfighter's loins!
Gasping loudly, Sakura suddenly barked out another useless "No!" then she hissed when a wet, silky snake slipped between her buttocks and then her labia to thrust up to the top of her nearly virginal pussy tube, stuffing and spreading it dramatically.
Sakura immediately jumped up onto her toes.
Then the tongue of the Elf in-front of her began its wicked clit whipping and Sakura went tetanic, arms stiff at her sides, fists popping, eyes anime wide and white, teeth clamped shut and grinding away. She could only let out a continuous, high pitched "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" as the horrible, delicious, unstoppable, craved pleasure/pain shocked her nervous system.
She was helpless, unable to control her clenched muscles, hell, unable to even think straight. But the Elf was right about one thing…
She was going to cum! She was going to blow her head off, no way the building pleasure could be denied, withstood, repressed or withheld.
Then that tongue up her belly began to bend and twist and drive up into her, very firmly drive up into her belly.
That did it!
With a long, low moan of defeat, Sakura's jaw dropped, her eyes rolled up, and her formerly tetanic body slumped into an obscene squat. Her hips started humping Eytherel's face and she started her orgasm song, "Grunt! Grunt! Squeal! Grunt! Grunt! Oh God! Squeal! Grunt! Grunt! Squeal! Grunt! Grunt! UH! UH! UH!"
The two Elves had to hold her up, but they didn't mind. One, after all had its near two foot long tongue buried in and fucking a delicious, near virginal pussy while the other had the pleasure of conquering this dangerous and beautiful Streetfighter with her always triumphant clit whip. Something Eytherel didn't get to do very often. She especially enjoyed breaking beautiful AND dangerous females!
As Sakura helplessly and in ultimate pleasure humped Elf face while her flat sweaty belly bulged and quivered from a tentacle-like tongue pushing her most intimate and feminine guts around, some feet behind her a robed and hooded woman, tall and with big, jutting tits, softly prayed in an ancient, alien language.

Sakura slammed into the wall behind her. She desperately tried to find a handhold for she was so exhausted that she didn't think she could stand on her own just yet. She didn't know how long those demonic little Elves had kept her…cuming…cuming before all these…dykes now standing around her, but she was seriously weakened by the event. Her thighs quivered, her lungs couldn't get enough air into them with each breath, and she was as soaked with sweat as she was after her hardest exercise routine.
Somehow she managed to get enough energy to keep herself on her feet. "Who knew what would happen if I slid to the floor, what with dozens of…hungry looking lesbians around me!" she thought, seeing more than a few womyn, eyes gleaming and mouths grinning in predatory anticipation, moving slowly and carefully towards her as she leaned against the wall.
In near panic she managed to get upright and form a reasonable copy of her defensive stance.
It stopped most of the womyn…for a moment.
But her thighs quivered too much, and she couldn't keep her aching, tired arms as high as she wanted.
Some of the womyn, the most confident or most hungry, started advancing again.
"The first one close enough will pay!" she growled under her breath.
Then the first one became close enough. She was a tall, well built (both physically and erotically) and bold, stepping right up to the unsteady Sakura. Immediately the Streetfighter threw what she thought was her best stiff arm right at the woman's nose.
But the punch developed and travelled so slowly that the lesbian easily side stepped and pushed her arm aside. Then she was around Sakura's back, her own arms slipping under Sakura's armpits. With a "Baby, doll!" the womyn started nuzzling Sakura's neck, generating some unwanted but effective thrill down her spine. Then the womyn filled her own big hands with Sakura's big suck sacks.
That did it! As fast and furiously as she could generate Sakura sent her right elbow into the lesbian's ribs.
Only she missed the lesbian entirely and smashed her elbow into the wall behind her.
She was able to stifle the cry of pain, but not the pain itself in her elbow. She grit her teeth, waiting for the pain to subside.
But her assailant was running her own right hand down Sakura's now heaving, still sweaty belly! The closer the hand came to her mound and…the soaked floppy lips below it, the more gasps came out of Sakura's mouth.
Then the hand passed over her mons and those fingers, those knowledgeable, demanding, irresistible fingers plunged between her elongated, but still tight, labia.
"AAAAHH!" Sakura cried out in total shock! The pleasure those fingers gave her! Never had she ever felt such bliss the few times someone else had touched her pussy! And it felt so…right to have the womyn explore her most intimate body part!
She heard the womyn chuckle meanly as Sakura moaned like a cheap whore and laid her head back against the womyn's chest. Her hips began humping again…humping into that pussy groping hand. The Streetfighter whined like a little girl as the womyn increased her twat fondling.
"Damn I'm good!" the womyn proclaimed in pride as the other lesbians began to close in on the helpless Streetfighter. They were nodding their head and proclaiming the conqueror's skill as Sakura helplessly writhed before the womyn behind her and the lesbians before her.
And the womyn's hand felt so good rubbing between her thighs…between her labia!
"Let's take her to the shower!" someone called out.
There were many "Yea's!" "Fuckin' right!"s and "I get to sit on her face!"s as she was lifted by her feet and armpits. Hands were all over her, probing, fondling, groping, and it all felt sooooo goooood!
Then mouths seized her two rock hard nipples. Expert mouths that knew just how hard to suck, how much to wet her nipples before applying teeth, just how long to tug and suck on her.
She was writhing in uncontrolled and uncontrollable bliss as the mob started carrying her to the dark, wet, intimate showers.
"She has a match later today!" she heard from someone.
"We'll be done with her in plenty of time for her to lose!" came from another.
"Just as long as I get a taste of her before she becomes somebody's sextoy!" came yet from a third.
"Probably be that monster Vampirella," came a fourth. "She'll destroy that sexpot Miko. She don't know shit about sex combat! And I wouldn't give a plug nickel for Sakura here, once we're done lesbianizing her!"
"Well, that's fine with me, as long as I get a taste of her before she's sucked dry!"

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