Match 02: Diandra vs Rinko 58a-d (Patreon)

Both champions now completely collapse onto the stone floor, the air only filled with labored, high-pitched moans and heavy breathing.

Diandra's eyes have completely rolled back, her mouth is open and her tongue hangs loosely from between plump lips. Rinko's clone is gone, having completely lost her concentration due to the extreme pleasure.

Both are unconscious...

But it soon becomes clear who is the winner.

"Hah...unghah.....is...is that all...you got...huh? Witch?"

It is the kunoichi who is able to rise first, panting harshly, staring down at her opponent.

"It would seem so...you are the winner, human!"

Suddenly, an ominous, violet light distorts the air in a violent shimmer, and the Demoness appears into thin air.

Rinko can do nothing but gaze at her in shock.

"Oh come now, don't give me that look, I am but your humble referee and curator of this league..." She sneers before giving the kunoichi a smirk. "It is a bit surprising though; I hadn't imagined that you, a human, would have been able to defeat the dark elven witch..."

The demoness huffs. "I thought she'd be the most likely contender for the title, really...she clearly has the upper hand in terms of sexual prowess, but styles make the fight. Your sneaky little trick, oh my, even I couldn't imagine you'd be able to do such a thing without magic...such a bold move, and indeed most interesting."  

The ninja just stares blankly at the demon's body, like the incarnation of sexuality with horns and wings.  

"Then... Then what will happen now?"  

The devil sits next to the ninja, putting her arm around her shoulder and pointed a finger at the dark elf.  

"From now on...she is your slut, as part of the contract. Have some fun, and prepare for the next round.."