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  Natalie leaned up, grabbed Malice's legs, and hiked her lower half up onto her p. She gripped her cock, then spped it down onto the woman's sensitive pussy, making her hips jump in response.

  "We're almost out of time," Natalie said, gng at the nearly empty shield symbol, which had been draining throughout the finger-fug. "But I wao let you get your first feel for it." She rubbed herself up and down in long strokes, parting the Hellhound's lower lips arouhick shaft. "When I wihird round too, you'll get to have fun with this." Another hard sp, which made the woman gasp. "And a special surprise too," Natalie said, smirking. "You won't st long, I think. You'll be mine before the time's up."

  "S-Special surprise?"

  "You'll see."

  Malice pa her for a moment, then rallied. "You really are delusional, aren't you?" The vi had disappeared, though. The words were entirely a fard ohat might be more for her own sake than Natalie's. "You won't wi round, nor would I surrender if you did."

  "We'll find out together," Natalie repeated, grinning. The shield symbol's energy finished emptying, freeing Malice from the disabling effeatalie stayed there, rubbing her coto her. "Then again, you could find out what it feels like right now, if you want."

  For a long moment, Natalie almost thought Malice would give in to the offer. She stayed frozen as Natalie wiggled her cocktip around her entrahreateniry. She even started to pee, sliding just a tiny bit in, starting to spread her wide.

  But finally, Malice seized trol of her urges and scooted backward. Natalie ughed, then stood and backed away, scooping up her hammer. The Hellhound gred at her, then her discarded armor as if sidering whether she should put it ba. She chose not to, as Natalie hadn't. Trying to would make her vulnerable. The fight had already teically started.

  The Hellhound refocused on her as she stood, muscles tensing as she readied herself for another round of bat. Her face was red and flushed. Natalie could see that her asm had distracted her. And the teasing. Unfortunately, the same was true for Natalie. Her head was also fuzzy with the idea of what Malice's pussy would feel like, ed around her cock. And how easily she would break, oalie employed her 'special teique' on her.

  Her special teique. The events with Camille ihroom, with [Empowered] [Illusions], had given her a few ideas, after all.

  Even if Malice could resist oalie, could she resist two?

  Of course, before she could make use of that idea, she had to actually score that sed guard break. That was much easier said than done against an oppo of Malice's caliber.

  For all Natalie had flustered Malice, she seemed to have invoked a sudden seriousness and iy in her as well—just like Malice's victory had inflicted on Natalie. Maybe because she reized a sed defeat would mean true defeat—a loss over the whole enter. That she khat whatever Natalie had pnned would be too much for her, sidering how easily her fingers alone had taken her apart.

  So they were fighting for the win.

  Natalie would have thought herself easily distracted when fighting against a nude, extremely attractive martial artist, but she discovered quickly that the frantiature of the fight meant she couldn't focus on that, only the actual bat. Fme-empowered blows rained down on her, and she desperately tried to keep up. Both the respective magical indicators ticked upwards: the heart, indig her own proximity to defeat, and the shield, to Natalie sg a guard-break of her own.

  Natalie pulled out all of the stops. [Hunker Down] to ter key charge-up attacks, [Illusion] to misdired distract, and even a few [Empower]s to sell the mirages—because Natalie found out quickly that she couldn't afford to not utilize every option in her kit. Wasting a handful ression points meant nothing if Natalie risked defeat, and thus—well, whatever defeat meant. Nothing good, against a dungeon mohe whole point of [Empower] was to be used, as much as it pained her to permaly lose advaoward her skill upgrades.

  The st segment of the fight devolved, with both of them panting and exhausted. The bars took loo fill up than st time, since fighting at full iy could drairained delvers at a rapid speed. Malice scored a harsh kito her side; Natalie returned with a jab with her hammer's shaft, smag it into her faeffit, but opportunistic for the situation. Malice got tunches in, and Natalie backpedaled, then smmed down her hammer, aiming for the wolfgirl's head. She barely missed, cursing as she tried to recover. It put her off foot, resulting in several more quick attacks from Malice. The heart approached dangerous territory, nearly full.

  Natalie growled with excitement, the lust of the fight nearly overwhelming her. She reared back her hammer with all her might. Malice raised her arms and braced herself—before Natalie dropped her hammer and rushed forward, instead. She tackled the other woman, crashing the two of them to the ground, then delivered owo, three hard puo the face. Malice hadn't expected the ge in pace; she couldn't get her hands up in time to block.

  Ohird punch, the shield symbol finally ticked full.

  Malice colpsed, the fight going out of her. She cried out in e. Natalie, in trast, cried out in victory. She rolled off of the woman, also colpsing into the ground, but from the sheer exertion that the fight had taken, not guard break.

  "Fuck me. That was close."

  Despite her exhaustion, Natalie allowed herself only a brief two seds of rest before she forced herself to sit up. For a moment, she sat cross-legged and looked down at Malice, feeling a bit disoriented. It was more than a little strao go from full-on vicious fighting to the ... equally as passionate, if less violent ... matter of fug her oppo. She'd literally been pung Malice's face to win.

  At least not a single mark had bee behind oher of them: they weren't actually hurting each other. If they had, that might've been too weird for Natalie. The disabling spell was nearly enough by itself to put her off, knowing Malice had to y there and take it, just like Natalie herself had. But Malice had made it clear she was happy to engage uhis rule set, and so had Natalie, so, weird or not as everything was, Natalie didn't feel anything was wrong with it.

  And sidering the opportunity now avaible to her, Natalie's thoughts didn't linger on all of that for too long.

  Because she had a wolfgirl to futo submission.

  "I ... I 't believe it ..." Malice panted. "You won. Again."

  "Don't sound so surprised," Natalie said. "I'm better than you." The words were arrogant, but iionally so: she khis woman wanted Natalie to be her superior—it was the only way she'd agree to submit to her. "Which is why yoing to agree to beine. Be my good little pup."

  Malice's eyes widened in e. 'Pup.' Such a demeaning term of address. Natalie also saw something else flicker across her faething that definitely wasn't e.

  "I'll—I'll just make it to round three," Malice said. "It's not over yet."

  "Let's skip the p. All that matters now is a. Results." Natalie shuffled over to between Malice's legs, hiking her lower half up aing bato the position they'd left off on at the end of round two. She gripped her cod id it out aalice's pussy, whose e eyes sharpened on the sight, going suddenly silent. "It's time to end this. It'll be a fair fight. Me, inside you. Which of us resist it more. Tell me, Malice—how do you think you'll do?" Natalie pressed down on her shaft, pressuring it hard against Malice's pussy. "How easily will you break with this thing inside you? Be ho with me."

  Malice stared, failing to find an answer right away. Finally, she struggled out:

  "I ... I won't break ..."

  "Won't you?"

  "I won't," she insisted.

  Natalie lined her tip up, wiggling it between her lips. "You sure about that?"

  "I won't, human, and there's nothing—"

  Natalie slid in, tugging Malice's hips in hard, sheathing herself in one smooth motion. Her cock plunged deep into the wet, lubricated tunnel, her cocktip kissing the Hellhound's cervix. Malice let out a loud cry as she was filled up by ten inches of throbbing girl coatalie groaned as well, feeling the woman's tightness squeeze down around her. She was so warm, wet, everything she'd been anticipating. Natalie's cock twitched with need, going wild with excitement after finally g Mali the way she'd been waiting for.

  Natalie set Malice down on the ground and climbed overtop her. She pulled the woman's legs up to her head, getting her into a nice, demeaning, breedable position. Thearted pumping.

  Natalie had been waiting for this too long; she couldn't hold back. She thrust into the Hellhound's tight pussy again and again, plunging deep ihe other woman with each frantic stroke. The monstergirl whimpered beh her, squeezing her eyes shut and hugging Natalie as she was fucked mercilessly, Natalie driving into the woman with all of her strength.

  "You're mine now," Natalie growled, leaning forward to kiss Mali the lips. Far less kindly than before—passionate, hard, dominating. "Mine. You uand? My cute little bitch. My pup. My submissive good girl. I'll have you saying it before this is over."

  Malice moaned loudly at the words, arg up into Natalie. Her hips bucked to meet Natalie's thrusts, and she pulled her in closer. Their nipples brushed into each other's as their bodies bounced, Natalie pounding into her with everything she had. It was almost embarrassing how desperately her hips worked to bury herself ihe Hellhound's tight pussy—but it felt too good for her to care. To hold back at all. Malice felt amazing, and Natalie couldn't get enough of it.

  She pulled off of Malice's mouth with a gasp, then leaned down to take one of Malice's nipples into her mouth, sug and lig at it while she tio pump. The woman whined beh her, pussy squeezing around Natalie's cock as she thrust intain and again. She tightened hard around her cock, and Natalie groaned in pleasure as she kept fug the wolfgirl.

  The two of them tio kiss and grope, Natalie's hands roaming Malice's body, expl every inch of her soft skin and firm muscles. It was almost overwhelming, the feeling of Malice's pussy ed around her cock, the way her hips bucked up to meet her thrusts, the sounds of their moans and gasps mixing together. Flesh spped against flesh as Natalie took out all her pent-up aggression and anticipation for this event.

  Natalie felt herself getting closer to the end rapidly, her pleasure building with each stroke. She hadn't intended for this to break out so intensely. That hadn't been the pn; she'd meant to work into it. But Malice's body sucked her in, the feel of soft skin, the moans and whines she made. The feel of her skin hitting Natalie's.

  Gasping, Natalie forced herself to emerge for air. And for her hips to slow. She couldn't keep going like this. She'd had a pn. She o execute it.

  Wide e eyes looked up at her, fused and needy.

  "What are you doing?" Malice demanded—amusingly, actually angry that Natalie had stopped. The fident aggression was gone. She just wanted more. Maybe Natalie could even win without employing her special teique, seeing how hungry she looked.

  But it wasn't enough to make the woman cum. Natalie had higher goals. She had to make Malice submit. To make her give in. To make her feel so good that she wao be Natalie's forever—and admit to such out loud.

  Panting as she got trol of her thoughts—it was hard, looking down at the sweaty, naked woman she was ten inches deep in—Natalie somehow mastered herself. She gazed down at Malice calmly. Almost idly, she rubbed a thumb into the girl's clit, just to tease her. Malice's hips bucked up at the tact.

  "You don't mind if I call in backup, do you?" Natalie asked.

  The hellhound looked at her, fused. "You couldn't if you wao. The duel is a forced one-on-one."

  "It'll teically still be that," Natalie grinned. "Just, two of the same ones."

  "What are you talking about, human?"

  Closing her eyes and fog, Natalie put together a spell. She was still no great mage—if gettier by the day, w on making that weakness less a weakness—but magic had always been easiest when applied in this way. Applications that aligned with her sponsor.

  Mana drained from her, and Natalie reopened her eyes. To her front, and behind Malice, a fuzzy image coalesced from motes of summoned light. Malice strained her gaze upward, exposing her slender neck with the awkward angle. Natalie ran a finger down one of the hard lihere, before her eyes flicked back up to see the illusion finish f.

  A e of Natalie blinked back at her, blue eyes surprised. She looked at Malice, then down at herself—her ten-inch cock hanging in the air and coated in Malice's juices, glistening like Natalie's own would have been.

  "Huh," Other-Natalie said. She gripped her cod wiggled it, meeting Natalie's eyes. "Just don't let yours touch mihat'll make it weird."