"Suka, how do'n?"
The question cos from my favorite Ogress walking up to the flower patch where I’m seated with my mates, Isabella and Moka. I haven’t explored much since I’m keeping an eye on my Needle Mouse prisoner to prevent him from slipping away before Alex finds us. Thankfully, the mice and bunnies wandering around are all happy to fetch food for our group.
I think they’re eager to keep well-fed predators around as protectors for the New Warren. It makes sense to . Why would anyone want to screw up a cushy arrangent like this?
Isabella hilts herself cowgirl-style inside the mousy serving girl from earlier who is sloppily making out and holding hands with Moka while the chocolate bunny gets railed in the pussy by my flaming dick. anwhile, Isabella and I kiss laying side by side and grope each other’s boobs while they do the work fucking themselves on our rods. It’s a hot all-girl fourso.
“Fine,” I tell Dura with a smile between kisses. I’m having a great ti tonight.
“Full belly?”
I pat my tummy in the affirmative, already having eaten my fill. “You should try my cooking. These at-fruits are even better hot.”
“Feel gud?”
“Mmm, hmm,” I say as Moka plows her hot chocolate pussy on my rod while her floofy cocoa puff tail twitches. The bunny grunts in pleasure and clutches at her mousy partner.
“Den duel Dura.”
“You want a duel?” I ask. I’m honestly surprised. I an, I knew it was going to happen given the tension between us, but I didn’t expect Dura to initiate. My intention from the beginning has been to fight my way to proving myself as Alex’s mate if not outright claiming this whole harem as mine in a rematch of the century.
The Ogress nods. “Suka strong. Fight Dura. Prove strongest.”
That ans a lot coming from her. I’m genuinely moved considering I barely rated as being worth her notice this morning. “Alright,” I say as I calmly withdraw from the fourso.
“Do you need , Suki?” Isabella uses her pet na for , then stifles a moan as Moka starts licking the mouse girl’s pussy and the girthy green rod running in and out of the smallfolk’s little pink hole. That nimble tongue flickers across the new dryad's supple shaft in a delightful supplent to good fucking. The mousy waitress grabs Moka by the head like a life raft while Isabella redoubles her thrusting from below.
“No, Bel, don’t get up. Enjoy yourself. This won’t take long.” I don’t an it to co off as smack-talk, but I can’t take back my words as Dura cracks her knuckles.
I frown. “Wait, I’ve got Alex’s Power Bond, though…”
“Don’ matter.”
“It totally does matter, though…”
“Nuh uh, dat Bond part of your power. Alex chose you, not Dura.”
When she puts it like that, Alex did pick for the Power Bond over all her other harem girls. I feel even more proud of being her partner.
By Dura's logic, I see why she wants to establish the hierarchy. It makes sense for Alex to Power Bond her strongest monsters.
“Let’s take this outside.” The two of us exit the pavilion and I find a small plot where the grass has been trampled flat. Then I burn away everything flammable, leaving bare ground. My control over fire allows to quench the flas and cool the embers within seconds. “Whoever leaves the circle or surrenders loses.”
I like to fight fairly and honorably. Using the terrain to choke Dura with smoke or light her footing on fire doesn’t sit right with . On the other hand, we have Isabella nearby to treat burns, so I’m not about to go easy on Dura.
“No weap’ns, jus fists.” I guess she doesn’t like the idea of crushing with her club. More handicaps? I suppose we'll be in trouble if we significantly injure each other to the point we need healing magic. Big trouble since it's a limited resource.
This is fine by . I’ll limit myself to no ranged attacks. What’s the point of a duel if I sit back and torch her from a distance? This is all about pride, anyway. One of us will have to back down when defeat becos inevitable. I bow to my opponent.
She returns a nod, and the battle begins.
Dura rushes toward with her fist raised and I dodge aside with a burst of fire from my paws. Her fist crashes into the earth where I was, tossing up chunks of dirt. anwhile, I’m able to Flastep at will regardless of whether I’m in the air or on the ground, and the heat accumulating in my core doesn’t harm anymore.
I rush forward to deliver an Ogre Strength punch to Dura’s unguarded kidney.
For a mont, I think the duel is over before it’s begun as a shudder runs through her massive body. Then Dura snorts and throws a backhand at . “Dat not ‘nough!”
A quick flaming dodge-roll later, Dura’s counter blow whiffs an inch above . I rise to my feet and instantly sidestep a haymaker. The Ogress cos at hot and heavy. Fist after fist aims for my head: jab, hook, cross, uppercut, only for to avoid each. I’m constantly on the back foot due to her barrage. Without Ogre Toughness, if even one connects it’ll spell the end.
She doesn’t have an Endurance-type skill, so I could rely on evasion to tire her out… but a boring victory like that wouldn’t be satisfying!
Flastep, Flastep! I dodge a blow and then dash aside to find an opening. If I can form my flas into hair or a cock… I focus my will and coat my hands in fire as I aim again for her side. Flaming Fists! The impact on the Ogress’s pale skin leaves a scorch mark and blisters.
Dura growls and goes for again, but I’m a step ahead of her and deliver another body blow. She has beat in Attack and Defense, but Speed is king.
“Dura no lose so easy!” The Ogress punches the earth harder this ti, making it shatter beneath her strength. The pieces of debris flying in all directions are impossible to dodge. They don’t do much damage, but they slow down. I cross my arms and summon a burning aegis as an Ogress fist strikes dead center. My feet skid backward several feet as I disperse the force of the blow, my legs shaking for a few precious seconds while I recover. I'm lucky that wasn't a clean hit. My arms will be sore tomorrow!
Dura’s next punch almost catches off-guard, but I leap into the air at the last second. The Ogress’s fist whistles under my paws as I flip over her head with a Flastep double-jump and land behind her. I half-stumble on the landing, but slap my thighs to regain my composure. Keep moving!
That may not go as well for next ti. I need to end this!
A burst of fire from my elbow propels my fla-coated fist even faster, leaving a bruise as well as a scorch mark. Rocket Punch! That actually makes Dura flinch. I take advantage of her brief pause to chain a series of attacks together.
Right, left, right, left, right!
Faster! Faster! My fists hamr ho like teors, sending shockwaves through her body as they connect and flas burst from the points of impact. I follow my rain of blows with a burning roundhouse kick to the head. Dura's face whips to the side, a trail of smoke rising from her cheek.
Her head bows and she goes down on one knee, so I step back and prepare for round two. The Ogress supports herself with a fist on the ground, muscles bulging, and I know she's got a lot of fight left in her, but she doesn’t stand.
“Dura keep fightin’… will lose. Dura… yield.”
The Ogress’s injuries don’t look too severe, and it’s not like she was out of options, but I see why she surrendered. Alex will kick our butts if we fight until we’re too wounded to continue! The na of the ga was establishing a commanding lead to make the other fold.
My assault must have done enough damage she knows she won’t be able to hide the bruises if she gets any more.
“I accept. Now, let’s get those burns treated before Alex or Gabby notice.” I lead her back to Isabella by the hand even though she doesn’t need help walking. It’s like if I let her go my victory will stop feeling real.
“Bel, babe, can you give us a hand?”
Isabella stops shoving her cock between Moka and the mouse’s mons pubis—one girl lying on top of the other belly to belly—like a sausage between two ultra-soft buns to look at us. “You two didn’t take long! That’s my Suki!”
“Rub Dura nose ’n it, why don’t?”
“Ease up, Bel. It’s no hard feelings, and I couldn’t have won like I did without Alex’s Power Bond." Not to ntion her Ogre Club would've changed things. "Dura is really strong.” My words seem to salve the Ogress better than any ointnt. Your opponent’s respect takes so of the sting out of a loss.
The flowery cactus girl approaches us with a piece of aloe she just grew and applies it like lipstick. “Tell where it hurts~”
It takes so cajoling to make Dura admit to any pain, but Isabella is eventually able to kiss all the Ogress’s blisters and scorch marks away. Then cos the fun part.
“Dura, I won our duel. As victor, I’m ready to claim the spoils.”
The Ogress pouts at the reminder of her loss despite it not being more than a few minutes old, but grudgingly asks, “How want?”
I grin. “On all fours. Like a bitch in heat.”
“Hmph.” Dura tries to act like it’s no big deal, but I catch a glimpse of her face flushing with embarrassnt as she gets in the submissive pose. Is this what she wanted all along, but was too proud to ask?
I stare at the rock-hard, yet juicy peach of her ass, the rough, wrinkled rosebud of her pucker, her rounded clitoral hood holding a big clit the size of a walnut, and the ruffled labial curtains around her drooly entrance. Inhaling deeply, I savor the rich and addictive musky odor of her sweaty sex. Before anything else, I need to taste her.
Another idea occurs to . If I can make a flaming cock… I focus my will around my tongue to lengthen and thicken my oral mber. Isabella and Moka’s eyes bulge before I dive in headfirst between Dura’s massive buttocks.
“AHH!” the Ogress groans, then sucks air through her teeth as my flaming tongue sizzles against the liquid arousal pouring from her entrance. I lick her from top to bottom, laving over her pussy and circling her asshole. Can’t get enough of her flavor! “Ugh!” she moans as my tongue plunges into her feminine channel, wriggling deep before I reel in my mber coated with her boiling fluids. Mmm.
I kiss her cunt and orally thrust back inside Dura, going further than before, making her lower her head as intense sensations overwhelm the Ogress. Her back arches and shudders at my burning touch. Then I withdraw my prehensile firetongue and send it lower to encircle that big fat clit. I suck her heavy, aty labial folds into my mouth and shove three fingers into her juicy hole.
“Fff, ugh! Ahh! Ahhhn!” Dura cries as I roll my flaming tongue around her huge clit while suckling her nether lips and fingerbanging her cunt. All it takes is a few more seconds of this barrage before her whole body convulses and her pussy tightens on my digits. “Ahhhnnn!”
Her chest heaves for breath and she hamrs the ground with a fist, making a dent in the earth as she violently cums from my attentions.
Standing, I change my focus from my firetongue to forming my flaming cock. Dura is a really big girl, though. What seed almost too huge for Isabella to handle won’t co close to reaching the ten-foot-tall Ogress’s cervix, let alone make her beg for more. Taking my previous size as a baseline, I feed it more magic to increase the length and girth to sothing that would be impressive even on an Ogre’s massive fra.
I press my bulbous glans against her steamy cunt hole. Dura looks over her shoulder after feeling the mammoth mber prodding her entrance. Her eyes land on my glowing fla rod and go wide before raising her questioning gaze to mine. I give her a devious, toothy smile, grab her hips, and pull her onto while thrusting inside.
My burning cock is magically smooth and frictionless. It doesn’t need lubrication, even though Dura is sopping wet. Her pussy welcos into its folds for the first few inches, proving her capacity is not to be underestimated, but then the going gets tight as she’s spread to the fullest. I stare inside her gaping hole through my transparent mber and lick my lips.
Being big is amazing, and having a sheath on hand that can take everything I dish out is aweso. Any movent sends flares of pleasure through my root and up my spine to ignite my inner flas of passion. I want more! I want to make her scream!
A burst of fire from my tail adds force to my thrust as I hamr ho inside her cunt with my massive red rocket. I feel an impact along my length as my tip pounds against her cervix.
“AHHN!” Dura’s thighs tremble and yield, landing her flat on the ground with her hands clawing at the dirt.
Reverberations from hitting Dura’s core roar through my cock and resonate in my clit. I stifle a moan and force myself to keep fucking the prone beauty. Fiery power explodes from my tail in bursts that propel my hips to smack loudly against the Ogress’s ass again and again.
“AHH! AHH! AHH! AHHN!” Dura cries each ti I slam ho. Her body shivers with aftershocks and she clenches in anticipation of my next blow.
Resisting all impulses, I pull out with my tip positioned at her entrance and say, “Beg for !”
“Eh?”
I smack her ass with an Ogre Strength slap, leaving a red handprint on her pale butt cheek. Her gaping cunt winks at as if silently begging despite her reluctance. “Say you’re my bitch!”
“N-Nn, Ahn!”
I smack her other cheek with an even harder slap powered by a burst of fla, interrupting her denial and making her moan. Her pussy convulses and squirts at as her ass involuntarily quakes.
“S-Suka,” Dura hesitates as she levels a gaze clouded by lust over her shoulder at . Her pale features are flushed with desperate need. The Ogress’s hunger for pleasure and my spanking treatnt seems to have finally battered down her walls. “Please, hurry ’n fuck Dura like bitch in heat!”
Victory thrills through like a thermal I ride to completion. A tail flare shoots my hips forward to bury my burning rod deep in her depths. I roll my hips and pound her into the soil with all my borrowed strength and repeated Flastep bursts. Dura can’t do more than raise her ass for to hump in my orgasmic flurry. She wails her pleasure as I slam her pussy with my enormous fla cock and slap her butt until it’s red. Then her inner walls squeeze my length like an impossibly powerful vice as she cums for .
“AHHHNNN!!!”
My raging inferno erupts in a shower of feminine juices that coat my thighs. Then I collapse atop my massive lover without bothering to withdraw or reduce my fiery mber. My tail wags happily while I revel in the mont. I’ve been wanting to do this to Dura since the day I t the sexy Ogress, even if I didn’t want to admit the fact aloud.
On top of everything, I’ve taken a step toward earning my place as Alex’s mate.
“Suka, can I be next in line to try out your flatongue?” Moka says from beside as she strokes my tail fla.
“Look what you’ve done, Suki!” Isabella says in fake outrage. “You’ve made a huge ss. I suppose I’ll have to clean up the slly fluids all over Dura’s ass and thighs myself.” She sighs in with false discontent and shrugs as if taking on a huge burden. “Not to ntion you’ve cread your own thighs! I bet you expect to wipe away all that sweat and musk you’ve worked up with my tongue as well? Huh? Am I right? You’d better be grateful!”
It looks like Isabella has kept so of her prickly personality despite whatever evolution she underwent. That’s fine; I’ve gotten to like the way she is.
“Suka, ‘nother round, maybe?” Dura begs.
If she insists… I sigh while suppressing a grin. It’s going to be a long night.
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