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Maram stares up at Charis. The mysterious magical man's robes nearly entirely off of him, showing off the intricate tattoos and sculpted muscle over his slight form. He is a perfection figure, and all who see him cannot help but be entranced by his beauty.

Charis stands tall above him, the centaur'sback hoof striking the ground. She bites her lip, clenching her fists.

Maram pouts. “Come, Charis, you wish to take me and make me your plaything. Why deny it?"

The centaur's fingers twitch, and when she finally reaches up with no thought on why, unclasping the straps of her top. It drops down, revealing her breasts and falling down to her waist. Her breath comes in heavy, slow, methodical breaths. She reaches up with an equine legf, pressing her hoof up underneath Maram's robe, uncovering his manhood. His tattoos go up all along his thighs, and to Charis's surprise, she feels the clink of metal on the manhood she touches.

Golden bands rest themselves around just under the head and at the base. Chains of the same metal travel up along the length, this belt preventing him from getting too hard. As the centaur teases him, the cock strains against the restraints, and he shudders, groaning, pushing his hips up. “Aah, there it is… my secret. I am… shackled… completely unable… to provide the pleasure I desperately want people to make with me. Except if the one holding my chains grants me the ability to unshackle myself."

Charis looks over towards the herald and the angel. “Tik Tik, you said," She says. “Are you planning on releasing him?."

Tik Tik clutches the magical key that the wizard had given her. She shudders, stroking at the thing, running her thumb over the grooves and glancing at that flaccid member, just begging to be made hard, sucked, and fucked. Her own breath grows heavy. But then, she remembers the other powerful and scary contenders in the tournament, and she shakes her head. “Tik Tik no awaken Maram's hidden power. N… not yet. Would destroy you."

“Then," Maram says, “I shall combat with the skills I am allowed."

“Yeah, and how do you plan on doing that?" Charis says, lifting her foot just a bit off of him.

Maram pushes himself up.. He stands before her, nude with his hands outstretched. “Here I am… do to me whatever you wish."

Charis reaches out, fingers just about to touch his perfect body, but she stops. She reaches up, and she grabs his neck, and she throws him down, face-down to the ground, his cheek pressing against the dirt.

Soon, the entire weight of the centaur falls upon him, and he groans, both in the discomfort and shock of pain and in the strange thrill of the surprise. Her large, warm body smothers his smaller, beautiful frame.

She smirks, sitting on top of him while redoing her top. “Oh, you sneaky little boy, you," she says, looking down at him with a smile. “I'm in this to win this. I'm not going to fall for some trick you have. I'm going to win with my skills and smarts, and to unlock your potential just so you could kick my butt? Nah, I don't think I'll do that. What kind of dumbass unlocks an ancient powerful trickster just to satisfy her curiosity?"

Maram grits his teeth, pushing against her weight, but there is no use to it. “It's… it's not fair. This is supposed to be a competition of sexual prowess. I… I can't be beaten in such a contest, not at my full power. Please, Miss Tik Tik, you aren't going to let this fight go without seeing everything I can do, are you?. If you release me, I'll show you how to please this horse and, aah!"

Charis grabs his hair, pulling him back and leaning in, the warmth of her humanoid body, adding onto the pressure of the equine half. She curls her finger into his mouth, pulling one side up into a half-smile. “Hey, hey, hey, little man. I'm no horse, you got it? I'm a fighter, and you're a punk trying to get us all in over our heads. So what if you got magic if you're just going to make excuses for your shortcomings? You're a manipulator, not a champion. If you were a real champ, you'd be able to beat me without complaining."

“Aaff ooee ee ewww" he mumbles through her fingers, his face and humiliation exposed.

“Yeah, yeah. I bet you were such a big strong man when you got your peepee out of its little penalty cage. Well, you know what? If you weren't such a little man, you probably wouldn't have needed it in the first place. Guess what, buddy, centaur cocks are probably way better than yours, anyway. I don't care what you did to get yourself bound up, but unless you're willing to play fair, you ain't going to show off your full power. But you know what? You were right about one thing."

“Wwaa?"

“You said I would enjoy taking control and manipulating someone. By the gods, feeling you squirm under me is so fucking hot right now. How's it feel, knowing that I'm getting my satisfaction from depriving you of your own?"

Maram whines, his teary eyes staring over at Tik Tik for some sort of solace and some sort of reprieve, but the kobold takes the magic item, the key to his release. She tosses it right in front of the two.

So pinned by Charis, Maram can only watch while the key bounces right in front of his face. He struggles to try to reach out, but the centaur grabs the key and holds it aloft. “Well, well, isn't this a neat little trinket? I think I'll keep a hold of this for a while longer." She stands up, casually pressing his face down against the ground as she holds the item aloft. “Today, I have won this match with a cool head and a dose of sexiness without going full slut. I hope the gods are happy with what they have witnessed."

Hanioc's many faces nod in approval. “Quite unorthodox for the Tournament of Pleasure, but the divines have chosen Charis, and she has humiliated and bested the other champion, surely enough. Very well, I declare Charis the winner of this match!"

On the ground, the once sad and pathetic Maram seethes with a burning hatred and a desire for revenge. “This isn't the last you've heard of me," he vows. “Just you wait until I conquer the loser's bracket, you bitch."

Charis gives him a firm nudge and says. “As long as I got a hold of this, you ain't getting very far."