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In the prized tomb of the greatest warrior of a long-dead kingdom, the sounds of sexual combat reverberate as they had for this land many centuries ago. Before there was the current age, there was a golden time for the erotic and the lewd. It was a time of prosperity in which every being was free and open to be as they wished and to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh with not a care upon the world.

But, in those times, darkness loomed. For nothing can be pure for long, and perversion grew in the hearts of the people. Here, this same perversion begins to corrupt the glorious return of one of the greatest champions to have walked this world. Thiffrin Iccran, the mummy champion, sits on her knees. Two massive paws hold onto her head, shoving her face over the thick and substantial barbed shaft. The sounds that echo through these halls are the growls of a male with hunger so powerful. The sloppy slurps of a mouth try to keep up with his thrusting, and the pained squeals of someone brought from the dead only to be used as a cock sleeve.

The tiger above her doesn't even look down at her. Tobias's eyes focus on the precious treasures of her room. To him, there is no rich history. To him, her legacy is nothing more than a prize to be won and to spend on other things. To him, her mouth is merely an obstacle to his victory.

The rod pushes its way down past the mummy's tongue, slipping with little effort down into her throat. The way he mounts her obstructs her face with his balls, slapping against her chin. But, the viewers of the contest see her head tilted back and her throat bulging with the foreign object, sliding up and down, spreading wide the skin, and straining the choker that holds her promise.

It is this challenge choker that he has to destroy, and this challenge choker that strains against the mummy's bulging throat. Cutting into her dead, yet supple, skin, bruising with ichor as the leather strains to contain its hold against the widening body that it encompasses.

But, no matter the craftsmanship, and against all the magical odds that are in its favor, the enchanted garment is no match for the tiger's persistence. With a sharp cry of surprise from its owner, the choker snaps, falling to the ground in a useless pile.

The tiger, winning his challenge, dismounts the mummy and tosses her back to fall, sprawled upon the floor. His dick glistens with spit and the necromantic ichor that fuels Thiffrin's existence. Though he has won, he stares down at her with his muscles tensed, his nostrils flared, and his eyes upon her voluptuous form.

The mummy grasps at her neck, rubbing the damaged thing. She makes motions to say something, but the only thing that comes out is a hoarse choking croak.

Tik Tik whimpers, grabbing her horns and lowering her chin to the desk where she sits. “This no fun!" she whines.

Her angelic companion only stares ahead. “The challenge is won," his voice reverberates through the long-silent crypt, but her fighting spirit remains. Observe."

Hanioc places a thumb upon Tik Tik's forehead, and she is transported to a lush paradise where bronze-skinned warriors grapple and grope. Among them is a woman alive, yet unmistakably Thiffrin. Her body is marked with bruises and cuts. Yet, she keeps her battle going, soon overpowering her opponent and slamming onto his dick. The crowd cheers for her, and Tik Tik can feel the triumph resonating within her heart.

Then, another scene, and another. Fight after fight, victories and defeats, but in none of them did the champion hate what she did. Never when she was dominated or defeated did she hate her opponent, even in that final one, where a rope tied around her neck, crushing her windpipe, making it harder, impossible to breathe and-

Tik Tik grasps her neck, transported back into the present moment. Thiffrin lays upon the ground, stunned at her current loss. The tiger pounces upon her, grabbing the mummy's arms, pinning them above her head.

“I've won!" he snarls. “Now, I shall take my prize!"

Tik Tik hops up from the podium and rushes over at the two. Her hands glow with magical power, and she shouts with the might of a dragon. “Fight over, meanie! No longer need have sex with you!"

Tobias looks over his shoulder, licking his lips. “Oh, you want to face me too? I didn't forget that I was going to split you in hal-urk!"

Bandages wrap around his neck, surprising the tiger and throwing him off to the side. Thiffrin stumbles up to her feet just as Tik Tik hits the downed fighter with a blast of pink magical energy. The feline yowls and writhes upon the floor, tormented by little poking kobold claws.

“Serves right!" Tik Tik boasts, folding her arms over her chest. “Bad sportsman deserve hurt hurt, and earns loss!"

“Nope," The hoarse voice gurgles. The mummy spits out a clot of pungent undead phlegm, rolling her neck and letting out a sigh. When she speaks again, her voice is restored. “Dude won fair and square. Told him if he could snap the choker, he gets the win. So be it. This game's double elimination anyway, right? Just chalk this loss up to me being a little rusty."

“I'll fucking kill you!" Tobias roars, rolling around on the floor in his torment of pokes.

“You're too late on that, big guy!" Thiffrin boasts. “If you were more of a gentleman, maybe the two of us wouldn't have blue-balled ya so bad. Damn, you've got some problems."

“Tik Tik no like he won," the kobold pouts.

Placing a bandaged hand on the kobold's head, Thiffrin gives Tik Tik a thumbs up. “Not always the best people win. What's important is that the fight is entertaining."

Tik Tik holds the hand in place, enjoying those pats. “But, Thiffrin, you died in sex fight."

“I died doing what I love. Besides," she raises her hands up and blue flames illuminate the walls. There, scenes of fights and contests line the walls in multiple layers, telling a life's story. “This is what really matters. I did what I did, and it was remembered and celebrated. This tournament is fun and all, but I got my reward in life already. Not everyone gets a chance to have a second chance, but I'm used to it. Now, then… lead me on to the loser's bracket."

And so, Tik Tik lifts up the Stick of Champions, sending everyone on their way to the next chapter of the Tournament of Pleasure.