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The crowd erupts into a unified cheer as the drawn-out fight between Sam and Baker seems to finally make its way to its erotic conclusion. Tik Tik watches as her friend is wrecked by the stunning combos of the out-of-this world fighter, all for the purpose of this elf, Elicia, watching Tik Tik suffer.

But despite the dark reasons for their matchup, Baker seems to be taking things quite well, initiating the sexual component of the match, despite his outer shell cracked in places, he has a smile on his face still, his shorts down to his knees and on the mat, fingers pulling his chocolate butt-cheek aside for the stripping Sam to gain access. “Come on, Darling," he says, “don't you want a taste of this special dessert?"

“Oh, hell yeah!" Sam says, unbuttoning his pants. He keeps his eyes on that femboy butt, knowing he'll have some fun getting to him. He practically falls down onto Baker, but that's when the chef springs his trap.

Baker rolls around to his back, lifting his legs and shoving the fighter back, sprawling Sam out with the strong slam. A moment later, Baker rips his shorts off, leaving him only in his boxer's boots. He leaps onto Sam, landing on his stomach, hands pressed against the fighter's chest, and a sly smirk on his blueberry lips.

“So, Darling, did you really think there wouldn't be more 'fight' in this 'sexfight?"

Sam moves, but Baker spits, a glob of taffy striking his neck and pinning him down to the ground. A few more get his wrists, keeping him flat against the mat.

“No, no, sweetie. You've fought well, but I just have more endurance than you do. Now, I suppose it's time for my victory, hm…?" Baker spins around, letting Sam get a nice view of his butt. The chocolate femboy lowers himself down, pressing his chest up against Sam's lower body, his legs pinning down the fighter's arms, and keeping his own cock so tantalizingly close to Sam's pinned face. However, Baker has no issue getting to Sam's dick.

“You know, sweetie, usually, I like to indulge in other people's tastes, but… I can't help but want a little treat of my own. Something like this gorgeous cock of yours would be quite delightful."

Without saying any more, Baker wraps dainty fingers around the base to keep the dick up in the air. He then kisses the head, letting his blue lips wrap around that pole before he lowers his head, closing his eyes, and humming in delight.

Tik Tik breathes out a sigh, leaning back in her chair. “Baker doing better. Going to make it!"

“Oh, my dear," Elicia says. “If he wins this, that just means he'll be facing much tougher opponents in the winner's bracket. Who knows who might break your favorite cake boy?"

Baker doesn't listen to the commentary. Instead, he licks and lowers his head over that salty treat, giggling and cooing while Sam lays there, pinned down, but none-then-less enjoying himself.

“F… fuck…" Sam groans, rocking his hips up, going deeper into Baker's throat. But Baker doesn't gag. He instead takes it, bobbing his head down further with more enthusiasm. By the time he's getting fully mouth-fucked, his lips stain the cock with the bright blue gloss.

“D… damn, I just… Just wanted a… a taste!" Sam complains.

Baker chuckles, listening to the other fighter's complaint, but he doesn't listen. Instead, he dips his head so far down that he takes the whole length into his mouth with loud and lewd glugging sounds.

Sam's eyes roll back as he groans, shooting loads into Baker.

The chef-turned-fighter rears his head back, a string of jizz connecting the cock to his lips for only a moment before breaking off, drizzling over his chin and chest. He tilts his head back and gulps, sighing once he has finished his dessert. “Ah… so… so delightful…"

Sam huffs and puffs and tries to break himself free, but he falls against the mat. “I… I don't… am I out of stamina?" he asks. “Run out of action points? What's going on…?"

Baker stands up, hands on his hips, showing off his body with no shame. “Oh, honey, you really need to stop seeing the world as nothing but a game. Oh, I love to have fun, but even I know when to take things seriously. Now, then… the bell, please?"

The bell chimes, and Hanioc's voice booms over the audience. “The winner is Baker! He shall proceed to the next round."

“Excellent," says the chocolate construct. He closes his eyes, sighs, and turns to Tik Tik. “Don't worry about me, Darling. I'm fine…"

With that, though, the cracks from battle worsen, and piece-after-piece, Baker's battle body falls apart, his eyes losing their luster, his soul departing from the form.

Tik Tik whines, scrambling off from the announcer's booth and over towards the remains of her friend. She scoops up the chocolate, whimpering and clinging it close to her.

“Someone tell me what's up here," Sam says. “Do I get a do-over? Load a save state?"

“Poor little Tik Tik," coos Elicia, stepping from her stand and looming over the kobold, “can't stand to see your friend hurt, even though you know he's an unliving thing that will pop into a new body instantly? Good."

“W… why you do this?" Tik Tik asks, not looking to the elf. “Why want hurt Tik Tik? Tik Tik never want hurt anyone."

Elicia brushes her fingers over her lips. “You simple little fool. It's your actions that caused this Tournament to happen in the first place, and your actions have consequences far larger than you could ever see. Your precious kobold society was right—your short-term pleasure cause long-term problems, and I'm the biggest problem you've ever faced."

With that, she pulls out her own stick of champions and walks off, disappearing into the portal.