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Roody vs Rafflesia 2
In this chapter of the Tournament of Pleasure, the battle betweeen Roody and Rafflesia wraps up
Roody’s head swims. His mind focuses on the feeling of the plant fairy’s hand jerking him off with such speed and determination, that devilish grin spreading wider than it had any right to. The raccoon lays back, trying to push himself up. When he does, vines shoot from within Rafflesia’s hollow body, wrapping around his arms and his neck, pushing him back down to the ground.
“Oh, no!” Tik Tik gasps. “Really look bad for Roody now. Can get out of it?”
“So enamored by his position as king of the junkyard, that he didn’t think the stench of his domain would mask the hypnotic effect of Rafflesia’s rotten scent. This is what mortals like to call poetic.”
Roody coughs, squirming to get out from under the hold of the Lily Nymph. He chokes a few words out. “My… trash…?” and then gives the fey his own wide grin as well. “Yeah, MY TRASH!”
From around the mounds of refuse, rusty chains and columns of debris shoot out, grabbing onto the Lily Nymph’s neck and yanking her away from the raccoon. Her own vines do not let go of him and instead extend farther to compensate for her distance.
Now, both of the fighters are laying on the ground. They are far from each other, unable to pull their necks far enough to see the other. They have spread apart, the only connection between the two being the tentacles of plant matter and garbage groping at one another, feeling up bodies, twisting and flicking and rubbing and grinding.
“H… how’s that feel?” Roody boasts. “You can’t play against me in a garbage pile and expect to have me go down without a real fight! In fact, here’s another surprise for ya!”
The ground beneath Rafflesia's legs ruptures. Underneath pops up a bulbous-headed vibrator, busted and no longer buzzing. However, it is still phallic enough to work. It rushes in between her legs, penetrating her with a gasp from its target.
Rafflesia raises her hips up, shaking and rocking against the device. Roody snickers, only to feel the vine find its way down his body, wrapping around his cock again. “Agh… ah fuck!” The raccoon tries to get out of the hold. The vine squeezes and strokes, producing lubricant that makes the glide much smoother and increases the feeling of pleasure that the raccoon has.
The trash king squirms and tries to break free. There’s something about the way that the Lily Nymph is stroking him off. It’s just so rapturous! He can’t possibly fight it off if he is left to enjoy it.
While Rafflesia enjoys being filled by the various devices that the raccoon controls, she doesn’t seem to be near as aroused as he is.
“I… what did… nngh… you do…!?”
Like usual, the fairy doesn’t respond. Instead, the raccoon is left to follow up as Roody shoots cum up into the air, the streams spurting up and signaling his orgasm to her.
With his climax, the control of his garbage breaks, and the Lily Nymph finds herself freed. She hops up to her feet and hums, walking over towards the raccoon, lifting him up with her vines so that he is held by arms, sitting on his knees, his cock dripping with his cum.
“It’s… it’s impossible… I’m the trash king…” he sighs. “But… but this feels… it feels so good…”
Rafflesia snickers and reaches down, stroking along his length with her fingers now. He just groans, closing his eyes and squirming. His cock, already drained from the first orgasm, throbs but comes to life, filling the attention that she seeks from it. She pushes him back, laying him down once more, straddling him, letting him fill her up.
With desire in her eyes, she moans, riding him, bouncing on him. Roody groans, thrusting upwards, becoming a thrall to her desires and his own. His cock is wonderful and rough, and there is so much he could show her, but she doesn’t let him, not with those hidden scents that hypnotized him into submission. Soon enough, he releases once more, this time inside the fairy.
Rafflesia stands up from him, his cum oozing down her thighs. She chuckles and steps back, letting the vines let go of him and leaving him to lay back, breathing deeply.
“That… that was… the most… intense… even… battle…” he says, staring off into the side. “This tournament… it isn’t as easy… as I thought.”
Tik Tik hops up on her chair. “Don’t worry, Roody! Lots fun more to have! Even if lose, you not out!”
“That’s correct,” continues Hanioc. “There are other opponents to face. With this new-found humility of yours, perhaps you will be able to face off against Rafflesia again and defeat her. But, for now, she is the winner. Rafflesia: Have you anything to say about your victory?”
The nymph giggles and places her hands behind her back, smirking and shaking her head.
“Very well, then. King Roody, you shall take a quick rest, and perhaps soon, you shall have yourself a good victory.”
“H… he.., maybe, maybe I can spend time with you, Tikky?”
Tik Tik gasps. “Ah, a king want spend time with Tik Tik?”
“Sure… that’s a good consolation, isn’t it?”
Tik Tik nods. “Oh, yes, yes. Meet at Nexus sometime, maybe have fun. Show Tik Tik what can do with trash.”
Roody closes his eyes and smiles. “Well, I suppose that is a good prize, after all…”
“Oh, no!” Tik Tik gasps. “Really look bad for Roody now. Can get out of it?”
“So enamored by his position as king of the junkyard, that he didn’t think the stench of his domain would mask the hypnotic effect of Rafflesia’s rotten scent. This is what mortals like to call poetic.”
Roody coughs, squirming to get out from under the hold of the Lily Nymph. He chokes a few words out. “My… trash…?” and then gives the fey his own wide grin as well. “Yeah, MY TRASH!”
From around the mounds of refuse, rusty chains and columns of debris shoot out, grabbing onto the Lily Nymph’s neck and yanking her away from the raccoon. Her own vines do not let go of him and instead extend farther to compensate for her distance.
Now, both of the fighters are laying on the ground. They are far from each other, unable to pull their necks far enough to see the other. They have spread apart, the only connection between the two being the tentacles of plant matter and garbage groping at one another, feeling up bodies, twisting and flicking and rubbing and grinding.
“H… how’s that feel?” Roody boasts. “You can’t play against me in a garbage pile and expect to have me go down without a real fight! In fact, here’s another surprise for ya!”
The ground beneath Rafflesia's legs ruptures. Underneath pops up a bulbous-headed vibrator, busted and no longer buzzing. However, it is still phallic enough to work. It rushes in between her legs, penetrating her with a gasp from its target.
Rafflesia raises her hips up, shaking and rocking against the device. Roody snickers, only to feel the vine find its way down his body, wrapping around his cock again. “Agh… ah fuck!” The raccoon tries to get out of the hold. The vine squeezes and strokes, producing lubricant that makes the glide much smoother and increases the feeling of pleasure that the raccoon has.
The trash king squirms and tries to break free. There’s something about the way that the Lily Nymph is stroking him off. It’s just so rapturous! He can’t possibly fight it off if he is left to enjoy it.
While Rafflesia enjoys being filled by the various devices that the raccoon controls, she doesn’t seem to be near as aroused as he is.
“I… what did… nngh… you do…!?”
Like usual, the fairy doesn’t respond. Instead, the raccoon is left to follow up as Roody shoots cum up into the air, the streams spurting up and signaling his orgasm to her.
With his climax, the control of his garbage breaks, and the Lily Nymph finds herself freed. She hops up to her feet and hums, walking over towards the raccoon, lifting him up with her vines so that he is held by arms, sitting on his knees, his cock dripping with his cum.
“It’s… it’s impossible… I’m the trash king…” he sighs. “But… but this feels… it feels so good…”
Rafflesia snickers and reaches down, stroking along his length with her fingers now. He just groans, closing his eyes and squirming. His cock, already drained from the first orgasm, throbs but comes to life, filling the attention that she seeks from it. She pushes him back, laying him down once more, straddling him, letting him fill her up.
With desire in her eyes, she moans, riding him, bouncing on him. Roody groans, thrusting upwards, becoming a thrall to her desires and his own. His cock is wonderful and rough, and there is so much he could show her, but she doesn’t let him, not with those hidden scents that hypnotized him into submission. Soon enough, he releases once more, this time inside the fairy.
Rafflesia stands up from him, his cum oozing down her thighs. She chuckles and steps back, letting the vines let go of him and leaving him to lay back, breathing deeply.
“That… that was… the most… intense… even… battle…” he says, staring off into the side. “This tournament… it isn’t as easy… as I thought.”
Tik Tik hops up on her chair. “Don’t worry, Roody! Lots fun more to have! Even if lose, you not out!”
“That’s correct,” continues Hanioc. “There are other opponents to face. With this new-found humility of yours, perhaps you will be able to face off against Rafflesia again and defeat her. But, for now, she is the winner. Rafflesia: Have you anything to say about your victory?”
The nymph giggles and places her hands behind her back, smirking and shaking her head.
“Very well, then. King Roody, you shall take a quick rest, and perhaps soon, you shall have yourself a good victory.”
“H… he.., maybe, maybe I can spend time with you, Tikky?”
Tik Tik gasps. “Ah, a king want spend time with Tik Tik?”
“Sure… that’s a good consolation, isn’t it?”
Tik Tik nods. “Oh, yes, yes. Meet at Nexus sometime, maybe have fun. Show Tik Tik what can do with trash.”
Roody closes his eyes and smiles. “Well, I suppose that is a good prize, after all…”
