5.37 - ❤ Ranked Competitive Sex III (Patreon)

The fight started again, and this time, Natalie was ready.

The Hellhound shot forward, but Natalie responded instantly. She hefted her hammer upward, then brought it down in a crushing arc. The Hellhound dodged to the side, but Natalie anticipated the movement. She curved her weapon's momentum to the side, pivoting from her waist, predicting the direction the wolf-girl would dodge—and her prediction held true. The block of stone caught the woman right in the shoulder.

The Hellhound grunted as she was flung to the side. Natalie might have difficulty landing blows considering her cumbersome weapon, but when she did, they held power. Far more than the Hellhound's, even. The wolfgirl nearly flew through the air, in a trajectory that would have taken her careening off the relatively small elevated arena. But something odd happened—she slammed into the empty air, a ripple of pink light coursing around the impact area. Like she'd hit a force field of some kind. Enclosing them in, preventing Natalie, or her opponent, from leaving.

As the arrow had said, this was a one-on-one. An enforced one. There was no way off the platform until one of them won.

The Hellhound rolled across the ground and quickly regained her footing, dodging Natalie's follow-up swing. She retreated back, her orange eyes flashing with excitement. She grinned at Natalie, then charged her again.

Natalie swung her weapon to meet her. This time, Natalie failed to make contact. The Hellhound ducked beneath the attack, then swept out Natalie's legs with her own, sending Natalie tumbling to the ground. She grunted, rolling to avoid the Hellhound's stomp, and recovered by leaping back up to her feet and re-grabbing her hammer.

Natalie didn't have time to raise her weapon in defense before a flurry of punches slammed into her—the blows coming faster than she could track. Little bursts of orange flame accompanied each punch, licking across her bare skin. Natalie grunted with each hit as she tried to escape from the onslaught. It was strange, the experience of being punched in this type of duel—not painful, the magic governing the combat muting all real damage, but she felt the power behind the attacks nonetheless. The blows kept coming, relentless, forcing her further back with each strike. The barrage culminated with a final hit that sent Natalie staggering, almost losing grip on her hammer. She kept her footing, but only barely.

"Still standing?" the Hellhound asked, panting as she retreated—the barrage having clearly been a skill that had winded her. "You really are strong. Not nearly as strong as me, but you won't be embarrassing to make into my mate, I suppose."

Natalie's eyes flicked up to the two symbols floating above the wolfgirl's head. The heart was two-thirds full of pink light, and the shield nearly halfway.

That meant she was losing. Not by much, but still losing. Her slip-up from earlier, her surprise and slow reactions to begin the fight, had cost her. She needed to perform at her best if she wanted to win.

What did a loss even entail? Seeing how fast the heart was filling up, she doubted it was outright defeat, then and there. Maybe this encounter was broken up into rounds? Or phases?

A roundhouse kick was rocketing toward her before Natalie could finish processing the thoughts. Natalie brought her hammer's shaft up in time to block it. The force of the blow still sent her staggering away. The Hellhound followed up with an elbow strike, which Natalie negated with [Hunker Down]. She quickly canceled the skill, and the opening created gave her the opportunity to deliver her own harsh kick forward, which hit the woman's stomach and sent her stumbling back. She didn't lose her footing, though, and immediately rushed forward to meet her again. They exchanged a series of blows, and when they separated, Natalie's eyes flicked up to the symbols. The heart barely had a sliver of pink left. The shield, a full twenty-five percent left.

It seemed Natalie would be finding out what a 'guard break' meant, and not in her favor. The margins of this fight were too close against the level two boss.

Even trying to misdirect the Hellhound with a few clever illusions couldn't help Natalie close the gap. Her earlier missteps had been too crucial. The next exchange resulted in a vicious jab from the Hellhound that hit Natalie square in the stomach—and sent her tumbling across the stone floor, into the arena's wall, the blow stronger than it should have been.

The heart filled up with pink light, then pulsed once in a bright flash.

Natalie felt the fight go out of her.

She collapsed onto the ground, her muscles going suddenly limp. Her hammer clattered uselessly to her side. She stared at it in shock. Despite trying to urge her limbs to move again, for her to scramble for her hammer and resume the fight, she couldn't.

So. That was what a guard-break did. Rendered her unable to continue. And apparently, using some intuition, vulnerable to her opponent's whims.

The Hellhound took a few slow steps forward, looking down at Natalie as she advanced, face smug with her victory in round one.

"You're surprisingly fast, for swinging that huge thing around. And those illusions are irritating. A coward's tool, in my opinion, but I won't hold that against you. We get what we get." The grin widened into something predatory. "But now, for the next few minutes, you're mine. I wonder what I'll do with you?"

Again, Natalie tried to stand, but her body refused to cooperate. She felt herself flush in embarrassment—and other feelings she couldn't quite identify, being slumped on the ground, unable to resist even if she wanted to.

This was what she'd explicitly signed up for, using the arrow. And indeed, she'd been the one to initiate the encounter. But still. Her heart started to race at the total helplessness inflicted onto her by the guard-break status.

The Hellhound stopped in front of her, then knelt down, cupping her chin and forcing her to meet her blazing orange eyes. At the excitement so obvious there, Natalie's heart really started to slam.

"I'm going to enjoy this," the Hellhound purred. "But probably not as much as you."

Her hand released Natalie's chin, then slid teasingly down Natalie's neck, then stomach, to finally stop at the strand of leather attaching the metal cup of her lower armor. Undoing the clasp there, she slid the covering off—exposing Natalie's quickly stiffening cock, which sprung out from beneath the metal plate to meet the cool air. The Hellhound grinned wide as she saw it.

"A weapon to rival your other hammer. How poetic."

The Hellhound stood. Smirking down at Natalie, she raised a fur-covered foot and gently lowered it down onto Natalie's cock. Soft, short black fur rubbed into her cock as the Hellhound pressed down, squashing her sensitive member against her stomach. A groan was forcibly extracted from her, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure crashing through Natalie.

"That's a nice noise," the Hellhound said. "Keep making them for me, won't you?"

Natalie opened her mouth to respond—but another groan came out instead as the Hellhound pressed her foot down harder, grinding Natalie's cock into her abs. Her eyes rolled back from the sensation. It felt too good, almost better than it should. And not just because of Natalie's arousal, the anticipation which she'd been trying to ignore, but perhaps because of the guard break itself. Was it making her more sensitive, too? More vulnerable to the Hellhound's advances? She supposed that made sense. It was in the name: guard break.

"Look at you," the Hellhound said, slowly rubbing her foot up and down Natalie's length, stroking her with a firm pressure. "Already so eager to submit? Aren't you embarrassed to be stepped on like this? To be making those noises? You're squirming like a bitch in heat. For my foot. How lewd."

"I—I—" Natalie started, but the half-formed sentence cut off with another moan as the Hellhound leaned more of her weight onto Natalie's cock. Her member was already throbbing with need, pre-cum dripping onto her stomach. The Hellhound worked her foot up higher, then rolled her cockhead around between her toes, smearing the liquid around. She deftly massaged, her long claw-like nails scraping slightly across Natalie's stomach.

The sensation of her aching cock being caressed by the woman's foot was nearly too much to resist. It was insane how sensitive she felt. And the strangeness of the woman's half-human nature also made the event strangely even more erotic. Her mostly human, half-foot half-paw with long black wolfish claw-nails.

She fought her building ecstasy with everything she had. It was the only resistance she could muster. Above the Hellhound's head, the pink heart drained slowly of light, ticking down how long Natalie would be in this compromised state, but it wasn't even a third empty. She had a lot longer to suffer through.

Suffer through. That wasn't the right word, considering the bliss washing through her. It felt so good. And Natalie had been looking forward to it from the start. She could hardly lie to herself and say she hadn't been.

The Hellhound grinned down at her, clearly enjoying making Natalie come apart. For a while, she simply continued grinding Natalie's cock between her foot and her stomach, occasionally pressing down hard enough to make Natalie whine.

Soon, though, the Hellhound grew bored of just that. She knelt down between Natalie's legs and, leaning forward, she lined the bottom of her breasts—which were squeezed in tight by her cupped metal bra, a design not that dissimilar from Natalie's own armor—to Natalie's cock head.

"You were staring at these, even when we were fighting," the Hellhound purred. "You must like them." She slid her breasts down, pushing Natalie's cock up between them, her sensitive member slowly being smothered by soft flesh, before popping out the top. "Maybe you'll like them even more, up close. Let's find out."