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Sasha vs Imp 2
In this finale of the fight between Sasha and the Imp created for the Tournament, we find out who wins!
The Imp was explicitly created to fulfill its role as a Champion in the Tournament of Pleasure. It knows nothing but the desire to procreate and battle with its opponent. This is all well and good for Sasha. She lays underneath it, taking its wild thrusting inside her body.
Tik Tik stares at the scene, watching the half-fiend warlock being pounded at by the short, curvy, and dick-carrying Imp. “How long?” Tik Tik asks. “Have been at it?”
“By your reckoning,” responds Hanioc, “they have been rutting like that for two hours.”
“N… no way!” Tik Tik gasps.“A goddess is facing a demon. This is what you can expect. A weak demon like this still has endurance to put the strongest of champions to shame.”
The Imp throws its head back, eyes covered by messy black hair, but its tongue rolling out and its mouth in a sharp-toothed smile. Its broken cry heralds its release as it drops vaginal fluid and jizz deep into the warlock.
Sasha runs her hands through her hair, throwing her own head back and groaning out in such perverse delight, wrapping that dick in her orgasmic fluctuations.
With a laughing breath, the Imp pulls back, its dick flopping to the ground, its shoulders heaving in its heavy breaths.
“That it for fight?” Tik Tik says.
Hanioc does not respond.
The Imp stands up to its feet, one at a time, its laughs getting higher and higher-pitched before it turns and staggers away from the cum-filled warlock.
But that’s when a voice croaks up from behind it. “Where do you think you’re going?”
The imp freezes, but then a tentacle lashes out, wrapping around its neck and throwing it back against the ground.
Sasha stands up, dripping with cum, but her eyes still burning with lust while an aura of darkness halos her hand. “I’m not done with you yet.” She spreads her fingers apart, and more tentacles emerge from dark portals, grabbing the Imp, spreading its arms and legs apart.
Snapping her fingers, Sasha produces a riding crop in her hand. “How’s this for creative use of low-level magic?” she asks, fluttering her gaze over towards the commentators. “I don’t know who you are or why I’m here, but I’m going to fully immerse myself in the pleasures that are available in this Tournament.”
With that, she strips herself entirely out of her outfit, standing over the Imp, walking around its bound form, and dragging the crop over its skin. “As for this creature—there’s no way something this low level could beat me without any tricks, and I think it’s out of them.”
The imp whimpers, and Sasha tilts her head. “Hm… you rolled pretty low on your check to deceive me,” she says, pointing her crop against its chin. “But, you are a little too cute to hurt.” She runs the crop down along its body. Sasha traces the curvature of its breast. The crop goes down its side, its hips, and then up to its floppy pole. “But this won’t do. We’re not done.”
She squats down over it, spreading her legs for the Imp to see the creampie dripping from between her legs. “You got me good, but I’m still interested in milking you more. Are you going to perform for me? And can you even speak?”
The Imp growls but snaps back. “Yes!”
“Then, you need to tell me that you want more from me before I give it to you.”
It grumbles.
“Or, I could just knock you unconscious and win this fight. This way,” she says, flicking the crop away from the cock, “you have a chance at winning.”
The Imp grits its teeth and then turns away. “F… fine. I want it.”
“You want what?”
“I want your pussy!”
“Excuse me?”
It squirms. “Aaah, your pussy. I want your pussy, please!”
“Please, who?”
“Please… Mistress, Sasha!”
The warlock chuckles. “Well, now, since you asked so nicely…”
Sasha lowers herself onto the Imp. Again, they go for another few hours, much to the astonishment of the Tournament’s commentators.
Tik Tik stares at the scene, watching the half-fiend warlock being pounded at by the short, curvy, and dick-carrying Imp. “How long?” Tik Tik asks. “Have been at it?”
“By your reckoning,” responds Hanioc, “they have been rutting like that for two hours.”
“N… no way!” Tik Tik gasps.“A goddess is facing a demon. This is what you can expect. A weak demon like this still has endurance to put the strongest of champions to shame.”
The Imp throws its head back, eyes covered by messy black hair, but its tongue rolling out and its mouth in a sharp-toothed smile. Its broken cry heralds its release as it drops vaginal fluid and jizz deep into the warlock.
Sasha runs her hands through her hair, throwing her own head back and groaning out in such perverse delight, wrapping that dick in her orgasmic fluctuations.
With a laughing breath, the Imp pulls back, its dick flopping to the ground, its shoulders heaving in its heavy breaths.
“That it for fight?” Tik Tik says.
Hanioc does not respond.
The Imp stands up to its feet, one at a time, its laughs getting higher and higher-pitched before it turns and staggers away from the cum-filled warlock.
But that’s when a voice croaks up from behind it. “Where do you think you’re going?”
The imp freezes, but then a tentacle lashes out, wrapping around its neck and throwing it back against the ground.
Sasha stands up, dripping with cum, but her eyes still burning with lust while an aura of darkness halos her hand. “I’m not done with you yet.” She spreads her fingers apart, and more tentacles emerge from dark portals, grabbing the Imp, spreading its arms and legs apart.
Snapping her fingers, Sasha produces a riding crop in her hand. “How’s this for creative use of low-level magic?” she asks, fluttering her gaze over towards the commentators. “I don’t know who you are or why I’m here, but I’m going to fully immerse myself in the pleasures that are available in this Tournament.”
With that, she strips herself entirely out of her outfit, standing over the Imp, walking around its bound form, and dragging the crop over its skin. “As for this creature—there’s no way something this low level could beat me without any tricks, and I think it’s out of them.”
The imp whimpers, and Sasha tilts her head. “Hm… you rolled pretty low on your check to deceive me,” she says, pointing her crop against its chin. “But, you are a little too cute to hurt.” She runs the crop down along its body. Sasha traces the curvature of its breast. The crop goes down its side, its hips, and then up to its floppy pole. “But this won’t do. We’re not done.”
She squats down over it, spreading her legs for the Imp to see the creampie dripping from between her legs. “You got me good, but I’m still interested in milking you more. Are you going to perform for me? And can you even speak?”
The Imp growls but snaps back. “Yes!”
“Then, you need to tell me that you want more from me before I give it to you.”
It grumbles.
“Or, I could just knock you unconscious and win this fight. This way,” she says, flicking the crop away from the cock, “you have a chance at winning.”
The Imp grits its teeth and then turns away. “F… fine. I want it.”
“You want what?”
“I want your pussy!”
“Excuse me?”
It squirms. “Aaah, your pussy. I want your pussy, please!”
“Please, who?”
“Please… Mistress, Sasha!”
The warlock chuckles. “Well, now, since you asked so nicely…”
Sasha lowers herself onto the Imp. Again, they go for another few hours, much to the astonishment of the Tournament’s commentators.
Sasha sits back, letting her finger battting around the die on the table. “Well, now that’s what I call a one-off!”
Jack wipes his brow. “Wow, I uh… that was certainly something, but… didn’t you feel something weird when we started the encounter?”
His question doesn’t get answered, as the door to his apartment opens and in steps another party member.
“Alright, you ready to get your Dice on!?” the excited blonde shouts, sliding onto the table.”
“Hey, Bree,” Sasha yawns. “Sup?”
“Hey, did you guys start without me?” she asks, frowning.
“Oh, just a little pre-game game,” Sasha says. “But don’t worry about it. I think fun is really only just begun.” She says this, picking up one of the figures, a little pink kobold with bright blue eyes and a great big smile.
Jack wipes his brow. “Wow, I uh… that was certainly something, but… didn’t you feel something weird when we started the encounter?”
His question doesn’t get answered, as the door to his apartment opens and in steps another party member.
“Alright, you ready to get your Dice on!?” the excited blonde shouts, sliding onto the table.”
“Hey, Bree,” Sasha yawns. “Sup?”
“Hey, did you guys start without me?” she asks, frowning.
“Oh, just a little pre-game game,” Sasha says. “But don’t worry about it. I think fun is really only just begun.” She says this, picking up one of the figures, a little pink kobold with bright blue eyes and a great big smile.
