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Hanioc: The Tournament of Pleasure takes us to many places that show off the wonders of architectural splendor. But, let us not forget the true artisans of this world--the gods themselves.

Tik Tik: This swamp hot and wet, and bugs buzz everywhere. Makes Tik Tik squirm not good.

H: Well, our home field fighter enjoys his swampland. Shusk is a lizardman warrior, but as you can see, not all lizardfolk are built alike.

T: Yes, Tik Tik see. He a deep green, not wear anything. His opponent, though, has different color and metal arm. And what can be hiding under his cloak! Bbig cloak and metal arm. He so mysterious! Yet, does not want be here?

H: That's Auhrul for you. He's a powerful monk whose techniques, I think, the gods will appreciate, and you'll want to learn. As for his discomfort, the swamp is not for every living being. But enough talk, let's get down to it!

The two fighters stand among one of the only dry patches of the swamplands. Even then, the soft earth squishes under Auhrul's toes. The monk stumbles about, watching out for every movement he makes.

"Something the matter, dry-lander?" Shusk says, his sculpted arms crossed across his broad chest. "You have a problem with the traditional battlefields of my homeland? When we fight dry-landers in ceremonial combat, we like to give them an even fight, after all. We know your swimming is nowhere near as impressive as ours."

Auhrul glances up towards his opponent, shrugging. "Why are you making such a big deal about all this? It's just a little uncomfortable. And your culture lesson is so boring and sooo snooty. Let's get this over with, already. You can treat this like some big important thing if you want, but you're just here to shove that large, juicy cock of yours up my slit, right?"

Shusk snarls. "You should show some respect, or else I'll treat you with the same level of disrespect when I take that slit of yours!"

Auhrul smirks at that. "Well, now, if you're asking nicely, maybe I'll let you have me. But, for now, you'll have to catch me first." He beckons his opponent forward with his metallic hand.

Shusk rushes forward, spinning around, his tail whipping at the monk.

Auhrul hops over the tail, but stomps down on the appendage with one foot, perching upon it with all his weight on the one spot. He holds his hands out, balancing, while Shusk stumbles from the sudden break in his momentum. The naked lizard is pinned, but he swipes at Auhrul. Auhrul leans back, waving his arms and wobbling about. Still, he rights himself right away, bending forward and forming a point with both fingers together.

Shusk was still turned partially around by the time Auhrul's fingers make contact, and they press up against Shusk's scales just below his stomach.

The unclothed fighter falls to his side, groaning as the pain flows through his blood. "W... what are... what's happening... to me?"

Auhrul hops off of the tail, hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels, waiting. Watching.

Shusk flips onto his hands and feet in a crocodilian pose, charging at his opponent. But as his teeth almost snap against Auhrul's leg, he freezes. His length has extended, hardening to the point of pained pleasure, and the tip grinds roughly against the dirty and grassy floor.

He collapses, grasping at his member, and Auhrul bends over, looking to the humiliated fighter with little concern for his own safety. "Pleasure points," the monk exclaims. "Something that a brute like you would never be able to exploit easily. I, however, a trained student in these arts know all about how to manipulate them."

Shusk cannot take it anymore. He rolls onto his back, his hands trying to cover his manhood, but his cock sticks out, throbbing and twitching in pained need. His mind gets hazy, just as his vision does. He tries to respond, but his words only come out in confused grunts and groans.

Auhrul stands up, clasping his hands against his robes. "Simply put, you're too horny to fight." He lifts them up over his head, showing off his own nude and muscled form. "Some creatures are more susceptible than others. I didn't expect you to go down so easily, but perhaps, that is just because dry-landers are more resilient to simple attacks."

Shusk raises his hips, his hands moving away from his cock. It is much too sensitive for him to even cover his shame anymore. Pre oozes from the tip as he rolls around, trying to find any comfort from the endless desire. "C... Cheater...!"

Auhrul's own slit spreads, showing the start of his own aroused length. He squats down beside the whining lizard, pressing the head of Shusk's shaft between two metal fingers. With a scaled hand, he presses against the head.

Suddenly, a blast of pleasure hits throughout Shusk, and he collapses, spread-eagle against the earth. The warmth burns through him, but he can move... he can stand.

Shusk rises up, and Auhrul rises up to face him, eye-to-eye, both with arousals nearly touching. "W... what did you do? Why did you free me?"

"It's no fun if you're incapacitated," Auhrul says, pressing a metal finger against Shusk's snout. "I've kept the desire burning through you because you were too much of a killjoy. Now, then, if you can drain all that cum of yours, preferably into and on me, you can surely get your senses back. If you don't' release soon. You'll fall unconscious, and I shall win."

"So..." Shusk says, snorting and rolling his shoulders. "here I thought you wanted to keep me from fucking you."

Auhrul smiles. "That's just part of the foreplay."