7.118 - Coliseum II

Natalie adjusted to the sudden change of position, swaying slightly as she appeared on the other side of the arena, the Coliseum having detected the killing blow and ended the first duel.

Her heart galloped in her chest. The fight hadn't been close. Not really. Still, her concern had rapidly grown during the first few exchanges. Elida was fast. And that evasion skill was as bullshit as she'd expected. What was it, even? She didn't understand the limitations. Short cooldown too, so she couldn't even burn through it and not worry about it for a while—at a low estimate, she expected around ten seconds.

She'd needed to save activating [Insatiable Strikes] until she'd burned through that evade, but also somehow set up a situation where she was guaranteed to hit Elida right afterward. But there was no guaranteeing a hit, not against that woman. It had been a gamble, if one that had paid off.

She supposed she had other means of fighting on more than even footing if she whiffed that crucial skill, but she'd fully revealed her hand from the start, and, though it might have looked dominant to a spectator, with Elida not landing a single attack, it had been closer than they assumed. If [Insatiable Strikes] hadn't gone off, and Elida was given time to pull whatever tricks she had in store, things could have gotten dicey.

Especially because Natalie suspected a Rage-based class had to be influenced by how worked up she became. Elida would probably grow in strength through a drawn-out engagement—maybe fueling off her anger and frustration? She'd seen hints of that throughout their Ruins runs. She felt confident it existed; she just didn't know to what extent, or the exact mechanics.

Across the arena, Elida was fuming. She jabbed her daggers into their sheaths, wiped a hand through her long red hair, and stared up at the sky with closed eyes. She counted her breaths to calm herself before looking down a moment later.

She stalked over to meet Natalie in the center.

"You have a way to amplify your base skills," Elida said flatly. "I didn't even suspect it. Well played."

"What makes you think that?" Natalie asked mildly.

Elida rolled her eyes. She had relaxed slightly, but Natalie couldn't trust this woman's surface-level attitude. She lied as easily as she breathed, and there had been more than one instance where the mask had cracked and her real feelings had poured out. "That ability is ridiculous. One glancing blow and all of a sudden you can see the future? Doesn't matter what I do? Bah." She looked like she'd swallowed a lemon.

To be fair, [Insatiable Strikes] had been [Empowered] too. She had lost permanent progression—and not some negligible amount either—to secure that win.

"Well, whatever," Elida said. "I suppose having to win two in a row makes this interesting. I'm looking forward to it."

The worrying part was, Elida's cool green eyes displayed utter confidence. Oh, yes, she definitely had skills up her sleeve; she just hadn't been able to activate them that fight. It had ended too quickly. Or perhaps there were conditions to them?

Glancing up at the Coliseum screen, Natalie read: Make your Dare, and demand a Truth. She assumed it had to be done in that order.

Elida's attention had also been drawn that way, and she smirked. "The spoils of war are the spoils of war. I must say, I'm interested in how far you take this."

Natalie set her hammer face-first on the ground and crossed her arms.

Look—she wanted nothing more than to humiliate Elida in front of their audience. Implicit permission had been given simply by stepping foot into the Coliseum. But no matter how badly Natalie wanted to put this girl in her place without regard for her own preferences, she wasn't that person.

"Is anything off limits?" she asked, annoyed at herself.

Elida paused, then gave her a withering look.

"Oh, Natalie. Grow a spine, won't you?"

Well. She'd extended an olive branch. If Elida wanted to slap it away, that was her prerogative.

"Then get on your knees, bitch, and suck my cock."

Elida made no sense whatsoever, because her eyes flashed with genuine outrage, and at the same time, her lips curled up into a pleased smile.

"Much better," she said. "If brutish, as always."

Elida dropped onto her knees in front of Natalie, and if she thought her heart had been slamming during the fight, it was nothing compared to the frantic drumbeat that now echoed.

She was about to have her cock sucked by a Parda-Halt. In front of an entire Coliseum's worth of people. Their image was blown up into enormous, perfect clarity on the screen above them.

This wouldn't stay a secret. Word would spread. Not just across Tenet, but Aradon too. Society in general. The Parda-Halts were that important.

What would that family think about one of their promising scions having their face-fucked in front of an audience?

Natalie found she didn't care in the slightest. If anything, the potential consequences made her erection swell with even more enthusiasm.

Her cock, already hardening in anticipation, throbbed with a life of its own beneath the thin material of her loincloth. The fabric lifted, her hot length pushing it upward as each beat of her heart pumped more blood into the meaty member. A lewd display for Elida and everyone else watching their every move on the screen above.

"Oh, my. It's even more thematic than I thought it would be."

Natalie snorted. She assumed Elida meant how it matched her oversized hammer. She'd gotten a number of those comments by now.

"I'm not settling for just your mouth, by the way. It's going down your throat."

An eyebrow raised, and green eyes met Natalie's. "Is that even possible?"

"You'll find a way. You're a talented woman."

"That I am," Elida mused.

Despite Elida's attempts at casualness, Natalie saw intimidation on her face at the ten thick inches of cock hidden underneath the loincloth. There was something deeply intoxicating about that. The fact that the first time she'd seen Elida daunted, it was because of her cock.

Reaching forward, Elida lifted the edge of the loincloth, revealing the veiny, flushed rod beneath. Letting the cloth fall to the side, Elida visibly tried to come to terms with the fat mass of girlcock she needed to somehow service—and get down her throat. She hesitated, and her green eyes flicked up to the screen.

Natalie's attention followed, and she felt abruptly faint. There her cock was, on display for at least a hundred people. Framed and zoomed in, the City of Eros deciding to make it the clear focus.

At the sudden burning reminder that she was showing off for so many people, her cock bobbed heavily in excitement. A bead of precum drooled out of the tip, spilling over and dripping down. A lewd string hung for a second, before snapping back up.

Bringing her gaze back down, she saw Elida biting her lip as she stared at her formidable opponent.

"Seems like you need help," Natalie murmured, thoroughly enjoying herself as she stepped forward and slid her cock up and along Elida's features. Her entire length burned at the contact, and another glob of precum drooled onto Elida's forehead. "I know it's a lot to take in."

Grabbing the base, Natalie lifted the heavy mass up and slapped it down. The meaty clap that echoed was satisfying on a spiritual level, and Elida flinched.

How long had she dreamt of doing that to this arrogant woman?

The outrage that flashed in Elida's eyes at the demeaning treatment was also viscerally pleasing. She had asked for this. She'd told Natalie to 'grow a spine' when she had offered to set boundaries—and she intended to heed that order. She would use this woman how she wanted.

Natalie slid her hips back and dragged her cock down across Elida's face. She poised the tip on Elida's lips.

"Now open up, bitch. You're long overdue a face-fucking."