Lord DreamCrusher
Primal yet Intelligent, Savage yet Sophisticated
- Joined
- Feb 17, 2018
- Location
- United States
The coliseum had stumbled a bit recently with a string of victories taking over where there should be mostly losses on the part of the heroines. This was no good but there was a plan to deal with any upstarts who were starting to think they could turn their luck around, or that their luck would never run out. After her last match against the necromancer, Irena was offered the chance to go home. Everything seemed genuine, though a true guarantee couldn't really be found among such unsavory individuals, however the counter offer was made and it was one that Irena, despite thinking she'd never choose to stay, couldn't help but take.
If she won another match then they would remove some of her cursemarks. Cursemarks that would remain very much intact if she chose to leave instead. The offer was to remove five of them while she currently had six. The odds felt in her favor that she could find enough of a hot streak to get rid of them faster than enemies could pile them upon her, or perhaps just dip out with one remaining upon her if she so decided, and thus she was signed up for another match in a few days time.
Soon enough the beam of light transported her into the arena to be introduced by the slimy tentacle monster, hopefully, for the last time. Phoh'uth gurgled into the microphone, his voice amplified to the crowd which was notably less pleasant than it had been previously. They were frustrated and ready to erupt into violence but the tentacle beast still did his best to keep them in check. "You've seen her lose, you've seen her win, we have Irena 'Icicle' Venetia once more for your viewing pleasure. She's could have left but instead she's chosen to stay a little while longer. Is it confidence? Is it eagerness? Is it desperation? We may never know but, what I do know is that we have a very special treat for you all as her opponent. For years we've been struggling to wrangle up this creature into the arena and now, for the first time in a decade, I introduce an Obsidian Glass Unicorn! Complete with one of his loyal attendants of course, a corrupted maiden. Perhaps even the one he fucked into submission last time he was around?"
This time there was no pillar of light to transport Irena's enemy into the arena which certainly seemed odd but then, like a tear in the ether itself, a magical hole opened and through it came an imposing black unicorn; a stallion seething with darkness as red eyes glowed and flickered like flames. "Compared to those pathetic white unicorns, black unicorns are pure evil. Ladies and gentlemen you'll find no peace and no mercy from this one and his heart is as cold as Icicle's." That last statement was clearly eluding to the unicorn's potential abilities but Phoh'uth wasn't going to give Irena the full details. Instead he left her, and the crowd, hanging on that hint as the tension built and the crowd focused in on what was to come.
The maiden on the stallion's back, well, she was nude and spattered thick with cum across her body in varying states of freshness. Her long hair was frayed at the ends and matted in places where it, too, had received the bounty of the stallions seed but she hung upon his back with nothing but love and adoration for the creature; never daring for even a moment to think that she was in command or control but rather happy to be a passenger to whatever her master's will was to roam. As this realization was settling in within Irena's mind, the idea that this woman was a willing slave to the needs of a beast, the gong sounded to signal the start of the match.
With a whinny that somehow sounded sinister the unicorn trotted closer, closing the gap to Irena with a small shake of his mane. As he drew closer she'd feel his presence in more ways than one. He was sizeable and impressive of build but a magical aura emanated from him and drew her eyes inward, tugging at her emotions to suggest that this handsome beast was so wonderful that she couldn't possibly bring herself to harm it. A moment after this presence made itself known her nostrils would detect a very different presence as a wafting musk rolled out from the steed, stinging her nostrils with a thick and heady scent that was so powerful it almost burned. And yet there was also something enthralling about the smell, something... addicting perhaps? She didn't really want to move away from the stallion and miss out on his scent. Did she?
While she might be debating this his horn glowed with red energy and he swirled it around before dipping it down to point in her direction. Familiar magic hung in the air and coalesced around her right arm, this was Glacialis or ice magic, but it was twisted and corrupted by comparison as the crystals that formed in the air were a smoky black; explaining the moniker of 'Obsidian Glass' as it tried to encase her limb in a tight hold. Whether Irena noticed the sight or the sound first, the stallion relaxed his manhood to hang down low beneath his body and began to flex the muscles tight. This caused the massive cock to slap against his belly repeatedly in a lewd manner, he was quite literally masturbating himself in the hopes of finding release, but he just couldn't manage it quite yet. After a few failed attempts he instead conjured another manifestation of black ice to try and encase her left arm this time. It was obvious that he was intelligent enough to not only use magic but to try and disable her ability to attack him.
"Oh don't worry master, I'll help you capture and break this one just like you did to me~" The woman's voice was sweet and she spoke in a singsong manner, raising and lowering her tone without a hint of anything other than complete happiness and bliss at her role as his servant. She showed an incredible amount of skill in staying on the unicorn's back without a saddle and further displayed her mastery by swinging herself around to lay across his back, draping herself over his rear as she proceeded to try and help her 'master' find release by, presumably, burying her face in his ass; not that Irena could exactly see the details from this angle. What she could see was the unicorn's massive member flex and twitch in response, clearly feeling pleasure from the attention but still failing to produce anything.
If she won another match then they would remove some of her cursemarks. Cursemarks that would remain very much intact if she chose to leave instead. The offer was to remove five of them while she currently had six. The odds felt in her favor that she could find enough of a hot streak to get rid of them faster than enemies could pile them upon her, or perhaps just dip out with one remaining upon her if she so decided, and thus she was signed up for another match in a few days time.
Soon enough the beam of light transported her into the arena to be introduced by the slimy tentacle monster, hopefully, for the last time. Phoh'uth gurgled into the microphone, his voice amplified to the crowd which was notably less pleasant than it had been previously. They were frustrated and ready to erupt into violence but the tentacle beast still did his best to keep them in check. "You've seen her lose, you've seen her win, we have Irena 'Icicle' Venetia once more for your viewing pleasure. She's could have left but instead she's chosen to stay a little while longer. Is it confidence? Is it eagerness? Is it desperation? We may never know but, what I do know is that we have a very special treat for you all as her opponent. For years we've been struggling to wrangle up this creature into the arena and now, for the first time in a decade, I introduce an Obsidian Glass Unicorn! Complete with one of his loyal attendants of course, a corrupted maiden. Perhaps even the one he fucked into submission last time he was around?"
This time there was no pillar of light to transport Irena's enemy into the arena which certainly seemed odd but then, like a tear in the ether itself, a magical hole opened and through it came an imposing black unicorn; a stallion seething with darkness as red eyes glowed and flickered like flames. "Compared to those pathetic white unicorns, black unicorns are pure evil. Ladies and gentlemen you'll find no peace and no mercy from this one and his heart is as cold as Icicle's." That last statement was clearly eluding to the unicorn's potential abilities but Phoh'uth wasn't going to give Irena the full details. Instead he left her, and the crowd, hanging on that hint as the tension built and the crowd focused in on what was to come.
The maiden on the stallion's back, well, she was nude and spattered thick with cum across her body in varying states of freshness. Her long hair was frayed at the ends and matted in places where it, too, had received the bounty of the stallions seed but she hung upon his back with nothing but love and adoration for the creature; never daring for even a moment to think that she was in command or control but rather happy to be a passenger to whatever her master's will was to roam. As this realization was settling in within Irena's mind, the idea that this woman was a willing slave to the needs of a beast, the gong sounded to signal the start of the match.
With a whinny that somehow sounded sinister the unicorn trotted closer, closing the gap to Irena with a small shake of his mane. As he drew closer she'd feel his presence in more ways than one. He was sizeable and impressive of build but a magical aura emanated from him and drew her eyes inward, tugging at her emotions to suggest that this handsome beast was so wonderful that she couldn't possibly bring herself to harm it. A moment after this presence made itself known her nostrils would detect a very different presence as a wafting musk rolled out from the steed, stinging her nostrils with a thick and heady scent that was so powerful it almost burned. And yet there was also something enthralling about the smell, something... addicting perhaps? She didn't really want to move away from the stallion and miss out on his scent. Did she?
While she might be debating this his horn glowed with red energy and he swirled it around before dipping it down to point in her direction. Familiar magic hung in the air and coalesced around her right arm, this was Glacialis or ice magic, but it was twisted and corrupted by comparison as the crystals that formed in the air were a smoky black; explaining the moniker of 'Obsidian Glass' as it tried to encase her limb in a tight hold. Whether Irena noticed the sight or the sound first, the stallion relaxed his manhood to hang down low beneath his body and began to flex the muscles tight. This caused the massive cock to slap against his belly repeatedly in a lewd manner, he was quite literally masturbating himself in the hopes of finding release, but he just couldn't manage it quite yet. After a few failed attempts he instead conjured another manifestation of black ice to try and encase her left arm this time. It was obvious that he was intelligent enough to not only use magic but to try and disable her ability to attack him.
"Oh don't worry master, I'll help you capture and break this one just like you did to me~" The woman's voice was sweet and she spoke in a singsong manner, raising and lowering her tone without a hint of anything other than complete happiness and bliss at her role as his servant. She showed an incredible amount of skill in staying on the unicorn's back without a saddle and further displayed her mastery by swinging herself around to lay across his back, draping herself over his rear as she proceeded to try and help her 'master' find release by, presumably, burying her face in his ass; not that Irena could exactly see the details from this angle. What she could see was the unicorn's massive member flex and twitch in response, clearly feeling pleasure from the attention but still failing to produce anything.
Unicorn
Moves from Far to Near for 1 action
Pheromone Attraction aura is active (Resistance roll 50 before posting. On a fail you cannot change positions.)
Heartthrob aura is active (Resistance roll 50 before each offensive action that targets the unicorn. On a fail the action is wasted and nothing happens.)
Glacialis Grapple vs Right Arm - 32
Lewd attack to ejaculate (1st attempt) - 11, fails. (Failures don't cost an action)
Glacialis Grapple vs Left Arm - 14
Corrupted Maiden
Uses her action to stimulate the unicorn, giving him another lewd roll for ejaculation
Stimulated Lewd Ejaculation 2 - 14, fail.
Moves from Far to Near for 1 action
Pheromone Attraction aura is active (Resistance roll 50 before posting. On a fail you cannot change positions.)
Heartthrob aura is active (Resistance roll 50 before each offensive action that targets the unicorn. On a fail the action is wasted and nothing happens.)
Glacialis Grapple vs Right Arm - 32
Lewd attack to ejaculate (1st attempt) - 11, fails. (Failures don't cost an action)
Glacialis Grapple vs Left Arm - 14
Corrupted Maiden
Uses her action to stimulate the unicorn, giving him another lewd roll for ejaculation
Stimulated Lewd Ejaculation 2 - 14, fail.
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