7.121 - Coliseum V

Yanking Elida down by the hair, Natalie slid her full length inside in one hard snap of her hips. Elida's throat bulged, and Natalie hunched over, moaning as she ground the girl's face into her lower stomach.

It was incredible how skilled this woman was at pissing her off. Despite the sympathy she wanted to feel for her after the—still chilling—revelations, Natalie simply struggled to. Elida was infuriating.

And somehow, that emotion fed into her arousal. It was so, so satisfying, pulling her hips back and slapping them forward with a loud smack of her lower stomach against Elida's face. Green eyes watered as Elida's throat stretched around her cock, and Natalie didn't care about easing her partner into it. Elida had quite literally ordered her not to—so she would oblige. Especially after what she'd just said about her teammates.

"Well? You did ask for this—I'm 'doing something about it.' Aren't having second thoughts, are you?" she grunted as she hammered in and out with loud squelches. "I'd find that kind of pathetic, if you changed your mind that fast."

Elida's eyes smoldered as the messy noises filled the air. Natalie reached down and plugged her nose, cutting off what little air she was managing to suck in between thrusts, and began pumping faster.

Elida's inexperienced throat only lasted ten seconds of that frantic pace before she was forced to drag herself off Natalie's cock and collapse forward, coughing desperately.

Natalie snorted. "Weren't you just saying you'd be a better fuck than Jordan? You don't come close. That was just sad."

Elida glared up from between the long straight red hair that had fallen across her face. The disturbing part was that she was clearly enjoying this despite her anger. Because of her anger? Fury burned in her eyes at the degrading treatment, yet she was also clearly taking perverse pleasure in how she'd goaded Natalie. Not just because of whatever benefit she gained through her class, either. It was definitely, in part, sexual in nature.

And beyond even those two things—the perverted enjoyment and the class benefit—there was something more too. Elida found a kindred spirit in Natalie now that she'd made her blood boil. She'd been dragged down to Elida's level, and Elida delighted in that.

Or maybe just understood her better.

"Gods, but you are fucked up," Natalie said.

Knowing vitriol was imminent if she didn't, she put Elida's throat to use again. Her grip tightened in red hair as she angled Elida's head back, and she fucked the girl's tight, hot throat with a brutal rhythm, each thrust slapping into her face with growing ecstasy. Drool and tears mixed with the running makeup on Elida's face, and it was a gorgeous sight.

When Elida needed to breathe again, Natalie took the opportunity to pull out and smear her cock across her face even as she recovered.

"Heavens, you're a mess. Don't worry, only half the city is watching." She grabbed Elida's hair and turned her head to the screen above, where her saliva-covered face was framed for their audience.

Elida was too busy coughing to respond, though one cracked-open eye did lock on the screen, and she blanched at what she saw. Her face really was that ruined.

Natalie pushed the girl over, and she fell onto her back. Climbing over her, she positioned her cock at the girl's lips. With one hand holding her member, she guided herself between those heavenly lips and, on making contact, hammered down in a harsh thrust, sheathing herself instantly.

Kneeling on the arena floor, legs spread and elbows planted into the ground, she had even better leverage to work into a proper rhythm. Her hips became a piston as she thrust into the throat of the woman underneath her.

The best part was that she could look up and watch the show on the screen. Despite how her body should be blocking Elida's face, the magic of the City meant the act was on full display, somehow showing Elida and her reactions through Natalie's transparent body. Elida kept her eyes closed as Natalie's hips repeatedly smacked into her face, and her hands clenched Natalie's waist, holding on desperately.

"Fuck," Natalie moaned. "I almost like you when you can't run your mouth. Still only a five out of ten, though. At best." With vindictive amusement, she slowed slightly and said, "Also, I can't believe you're getting off on this so much. Everyone can see it, you know?" She reached down and patted between Elida's legs to make what she meant clear—where there was a very visible wet spot.

On the screen, Elida's eyes shot open in realization. Natalie laughed.

"You're a masochist. You're actually liking this. How am I not surprised?"

Natalie's thrusting picked up speed.

"Almost there," she breathed. "You want it inside or out? I can't decide." She panted, sweat slicking her skin and thighs burning as she kept up the pace. She had to give Elida credit—she was taking the pummeling admirably for how inexperienced she was. "Who am I kidding? Everyone in the city wants to see a Parda-Halt have her face coated. It'll take you down a notch. Up we go."

She pulled out, her hand replacing the tightness from Elida's throat and pumping furiously. She dragged Elida onto her knees.

"Mouth open, tongue out."

Still trying to stabilize through her coughing, Elida obeyed. Her green eyes burned with fury—and arousal, which stoked Natalie's own—and she opened her mouth wide.

Natalie slapped her across the face with her cock, once on each side, even as she kept pumping her hand.

"Good girl," she moaned. "Here's your reward."

The ecstasy pumping through her veins reached a crescendo. She aimed her cock at Elida's face, and with a final, guttural groan, her hips arced forward, ass squeezing as every muscle in her body contracted.

The first thick, sticky strand of white painted across Elida's tongue, nose, and right eye, which flinched closed right before impact. Natalie's hips jerked back and forward with her eagerness. She milked her load onto Elida's face, shot after shot, covering her already messy features with a fresh coating of white.

A pool gathered in her mouth as she aimed there in particular, and when Natalie had emptied herself, she sagged in relief—but wasn't quite finished. Leaning forward, she put her hand underneath Elida's chin and closed it.

"Swallow for the audience."

She wasn't even sure whether the Dare was still in effect, but Elida obeyed—if only after glaring. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed the sizable load, shivering as it went down.

"Say 'ahh'."

Elida opened her mouth and displayed it. Natalie grabbed her by the chin and turned her gaze to the screen again.  Elida's eyes fell on the image—her own face, pink tongue, and spread lips shown on an illusion as large as a building. Her face was absolutely ruined, covered in cum and saliva, flushed deep red.

"Good job," Natalie said, satisfied in a visceral way.

She felt like a new woman after that.

Elida stood, wiped her face with the shirt under her leather armor, then met Natalie's eyes.

The look of satisfaction concerned her.

"Well, that went beyond all my best expectations," Elida said. "We all have our weaknesses, I suppose. I'm the same way. I can tell you've been waiting to do that for a while." She grinned wickedly. "But thank you—I am well and truly pissed off, now. Round two is going to be interesting."