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Tik Tik and Hanioc watch in wrapt attention as the second round between the two women begins. “Incredible," Hanioc says. “That Tessra can give the cold Salome what she needs to be herself."

“Hanioc impressed?" Tik Tik asks, looking towards the angel to give him a teasing smirk, but instead, she is surprised. Through the many masks that the angel wears, among a myriad of faces, one of them tears up. “Hanioc… what wrong?"

“This tournament, young kobold, is but one facet of the grand part of existence. Your life, no matter how short, is a beautiful thing. It is a true gift of the gods."

Tik Tik frowns. “Short life? No one in danger in there, are they? They put spell to keep safe!"

“No, little one," Hanioc responds, an angelic hand holding onto the kobold's shoulder. “You and they will live for quite some time, as long as others will be happy to share your tales. Even if your physical life is a tiny mote in the grand scheme of things. It is all the more beautiful for it. You'll write your stories of friends and of love. But, the most important thing about your lives is how they touch others. And today, I think Tessra has touched Salome in more than a physical way."

The gray warrior, once so uptight, now climbs upon the inquisitor. Their naked bodies press together, a smirk upon the chaos-born's lips. Tessra lays under her, letting out a soft shuddering coo as fingers run along Salome's scarred arms and up to her shoulders. “Come on, tough girl," Tessra whispers. “Think you got what it takes?"

“I've been… fighting this all my life…" Salome whispers back, her lips barely touching Tessra's. “And you're… you're going to be…

“Your first?"

Salome licks her lips, parting them to say something, but Tessra locks her lips against Salome's, pushing her knee against the gray woman and rolling her over onto her back. Pinning Salome down, Tessra snickers into the kiss before she pulls away, going in to attack her neck.

Salome's cheeks turn a deep gray. She tilts her head back and cries out into the sky. Her tail may wrap around the inquisitor, trying to hold onto her and regain some control, but Tessra grips right below the spade-tip.

Salome cries out.

“My, my… I've found your weak point, then…" Tessra sayst. “Just like in a fight, you need to know your partner's weak spots." She tugs on the tail, letting it pull only a bit at the base. Salome gasps again, rocking around underneath Tessra's hold.

“Come on, love," Tessra says. “You're not going to let a little pain play get you to stop trying to best me, are ya? I want to see the real fire in you. Show me what you got!"

The fire burns in Salome's eyes, and she plants her hands upon the ground, pushing herself up. Tessra reaches to push her back down, but Salome grabs her arm and pulls her onto the floor, tumbling beside her.

Legs and arms tumble and fumble. Crimson hair spills over shoulders. Horns butt against forehead. Lips smash and grind together on both ends of their bodies. The lesbian lock between the two is messy as their grunts and sighs peak through the sounds of struggle.

“It may not be flashy," Tik Tik says, “But it... It's real."

“Indeed," Hanioc responds, observing the tumble from his many eyes. “This is perhaps the truest struggle of sexual dominance I've seen between two women who only want to please the other."

“Wha? But Tik Tik thought they want win!"

“Perhaps," Hanioc says, “But for two warriors, competition and pleasure often go hand-in-hand. It would be a disservice to the other if one holds back."

Salome had struggled to her knees, but Tessra grabs her arm, pulling her back until the two of them fall to the floor. Salome spins around, falling breasts first into the ground, face-first against Tessra's snatch. And it's there that Tessra ensnares the chaos-born between her legs. “Ha… ha…. F-finally got ya…" Tessra says, her chest heaving with the exertion in their long-endured fight. “Now, you gonna give up, or are ya… ahh.!?"

Salome's tongue, long and pointed, presses against the moist flesh of the other woman's slit. She pushes through, delving deep and tasting the inquisitor. Tessra bites her lip, grinding her hips against the controlled Chaos-born. “Ah… ah. Fuck… so good. So… mmnnnn! That's right, eat my pussy, and…and enjoy it!"

Salome's squeal of acceptance rises from between Tessra's thighs, and the warrior goes faster against her, delving deeper, tasting more and more.

Tessra's messy hair covers one of her eyes. The other flutters back as her mouth circles in orgasmic glee. But, Tessra isn't done. She may have hit her climax, screaming out towards the battlefield. She loosens her legs, and Salome moves to push herself up, but the spray of squirting orgasmic goodness hits her straight in the face.

Salome splutters and coughs and holds her hand out to free herself from the strange predicament. Still, Tessra takes this opportunity to grab the Chaos-born again and flip over. The inquisitor pins her against the ground, sitting on her face. “Hey now, who said you were… done…?"

Salome's eyes are half-opened and unfocused. Her hands hold onto Tessra's thighs, and she groans as she is forced to take the force of the woman's cum. Tessra laughs and throughs her hands through her hair, just shouting out “Oh, fuck, yes! I feel so alive!"

Hanioc stands up and shouts. “Enough!"

Tessra blinks, looking over her shoulder, “ah… ha… what?"

Salome lets go of Tessra's thigh, slapping the ground with a hand. Immediately, Tessra dismounts from her, standing up and holding out a hand. “Ah, wow, give up, huh?"

“It's… It's all so much…" Salome says, wiping her chin.

“Yeah, but was it bad?"

Salome smirks back, taking Tessra's hand. “Not at all!"

Tessra pulls the gray woman up to stand face-to-face with one another. “You know," the inquisitor begins. “Once this tournament is over, maybe I could show you a few things, you know, for fun?"

Salome nods. “I think I'd like that. For now, though, you need to win this thing."

“And you need to show me you're not a loser who can lose in the loser's bracket."

“Oh, don't you worry," Salome says. “I fully intend to win this one. You've given me a new lease on life."

“What, really?" Tessra says, shrugging. “All I did was strip you naked and choke you between my thighs. I didn't do anything fancy."

“No… but it was you willing to show me a new way… to not be afraid of who I am… to embrace that I… Ican make a woman like you… you know..."

Tessra smiles a warmer smile this time. “Yeah…" she says, pulling Salome in. “Maybe being horny has helped save a life. Never thought of it that way."

With that, Tessra backs away and swoops her hat back onto her head and her katana into her hand. “See you, gray angel."

With that, Tessra walks off, heading off into the metaphorical sunset through a portal conjured by her own magic

Salome picks up the scraps of her armor, holding them close to her body. “Farewell, Tessra Zensekai."

Tik Tik bounces on her toes, chirping, “So, where to now, Hanioc? What new friends and adventure Tik Tik meet?"

“The stick, like life itself, will show you something you didn't expect. Cherish each new opportunity, little herald. You never know which one will be your only chance to savor its experience."

“Then, let's go!" Tik Tik says, holding up the Stick of Champions, which bathes the field in light, closing this chapter of the Tournament of Pleasure.