Chapter 201

Natalie leaned up, grabbed Malice’s legs, and hiked her lower half up onto her lap. She gripped her cock, then slapped it down onto the woman’s sensitive pussy, making her hips jump in response.

“We’re almost out of time,” Natalie said, glancing at the nearly empty shield symbol, which had been draining throughout the finger-fucking. “But I wanted to let you get your first feel for it.” She rubbed herself up and down in long strokes, parting the Hellhound’s lower lips around her thick shaft. “When I win the third round too, you’ll get to have fun with this.” Another hard slap, which made the woman gasp. “And a special surprise too,” Natalie said, smirking. “You won’t last long, I think. You’ll be mine before the time’s up.”

“S-Special surprise?”

“You’ll see.”

Malice panted at her for a moment, then rallied. “You really are delusional, aren’t you?” The conviction had disappeared, though. The words were entirely a farce—and one that might be more for her own sake than Natalie’s. “You won’t win next round, nor would I surrender if you did.”

“We’ll find out together,” Natalie repeated, grinning. The shield symbol’s energy finished emptying, freeing Malice from the disabling effect. Natalie stayed there, rubbing her cock into her. “Then again, you could find out what it feels like right now, if you want.”

For a long moment, Natalie almost thought Malice would give in to the offer. She stayed frozen as Natalie wiggled her cocktip around her entrance, threatening entry. She even started to penetrate, sliding just a tiny bit in, starting to spread her wide.

But finally, Malice seized control of her urges and scooted backward. Natalie laughed, then stood and backed away, scooping up her hammer. The Hellhound glared at her, then her discarded armor as if considering whether she should put it back on. She chose not to, as Natalie hadn’t. Trying to would make her vulnerable. The fight had already technically started.

The Hellhound refocused on her as she stood, muscles tensing as she readied herself for another round of combat. Her face was red and flushed. Natalie could see that her orgasm had distracted her. And the teasing. Unfortunately, the same was true for Natalie. Her head was also fuzzy with the idea of what Malice’s pussy would feel like, wrapped around her cock. And how easily she would break, once Natalie employed her ‘special technique’ on her.

Her special technique. The events with Camille in the bathroom, with [Empowered] [Illusions], had given her a few ideas, after all.

Even if Malice could resist one Natalie, could she resist two?

Of course, before she could make use of that idea, she had to actually score that second guard break. That was much easier said than done against an opponent of Malice’s caliber.

For all Natalie had flustered Malice, she seemed to have invoked a sudden seriousness and intensity in her as well—just like Malice’s victory had inflicted on Natalie. Maybe because she recognized a second defeat would mean true defeat—a loss over the whole encounter. That she knew that whatever Natalie had planned would be too much for her, considering how easily her fingers alone had taken her apart.

So they were fighting for the win.

Natalie would have thought herself easily distracted when fighting against a nude, extremely attractive martial artist, but she discovered quickly that the frantic nature of the fight meant she couldn’t focus on that, only the actual combat. Flame-empowered blows rained down on her, and she desperately tried to keep up. Both the respective magical indicators ticked upwards: the heart, indicating her own proximity to defeat, and the shield, to Natalie scoring a guard-break of her own.

Natalie pulled out all of the stops. [Hunker Down] to counter key charge-up attacks, [Illusion] to misdirect and distract, and even a few [Empower]s to sell the mirages—because Natalie found out quickly that she couldn’t afford to not utilize every option in her kit. Wasting a handful of progression points meant nothing if Natalie risked defeat, and thus—well, whatever defeat meant. Nothing good, against a dungeon monster. The whole point of [Empower] was to be used, as much as it pained her to permanently lose advancement toward her next skill upgrades.

The last segment of the fight devolved, with both of them panting and exhausted. The bars took longer to fill up than last time, since fighting at full intensity could drain even trained delvers at a rapid speed. Malice scored a harsh kick into her side; Natalie returned with a jab with her hammer’s shaft, smacking it into her face—inefficient, but opportunistic for the situation. Malice got two hard punches in, and Natalie backpedaled, then slammed down her hammer, aiming for the wolfgirl’s head. She barely missed, cursing as she tried to recover. It put her off foot, resulting in several more quick attacks from Malice. The heart approached dangerous territory, nearly full.

Natalie growled with excitement, the lust of the fight nearly overwhelming her. She reared back her hammer with all her might. Malice raised her arms and braced herself—before Natalie dropped her hammer and rushed forward, instead. She tackled the other woman, crashing the two of them to the ground, then delivered one, two, three hard punches to the face. Malice hadn’t expected the change in pace; she couldn’t get her hands up in time to block.

On the third punch, the shield symbol finally ticked full.

Malice collapsed, the fight going out of her. She cried out in outrage. Natalie, in contrast, cried out in victory. She rolled off of the woman, also collapsing into the ground, but from the sheer exertion that the fight had taken, not guard break.

“Fuck me. That was close.”

Despite her exhaustion, Natalie allowed herself only a brief two seconds of rest before she forced herself to sit up. For a moment, she sat cross-legged and looked down at Malice, feeling a bit disoriented. It was more than a little strange to go from full-on vicious fighting to the ... equally as passionate, if less violent ... matter of fucking her opponent. She’d literally been punching Malice’s face to win.

At least not a single mark had been left behind on either of them: they weren’t actually hurting each other. If they had, that might’ve been too weird for Natalie. The disabling spell was nearly enough by itself to put her off, knowing Malice had to lay there and take it, just like Natalie herself had. But Malice had made it clear she was happy to engage under this rule set, and so had Natalie, so, weird or not as everything was, Natalie didn’t feel anything was wrong with it.

And considering the opportunity now available to her, Natalie’s thoughts didn’t linger on all of that for too long.

Because she had a wolfgirl to fuck into submission.