Backdoor Victory

By now, Jester was no longer putting up much of a fight, and Caleb had no desire to be malicious.

He had joined the tournament at Essek's request, partly because his partner had encouraged him to step outside his usual habits, explore a different side of himself, and take a welcome break from his endless studies. He certainly hadn't entered the arena intending to torment or humiliate his teammates and closest friends.

Yet there was something Caleb couldn't ignore.

No matter how powerful his magic was, the spell seemed to have become something far beyond a simple enchantment. Jester's own chaotic imagination was feeding it, amplifying every sensation and every fantasy until the boundary between the spell and her own desires had almost completely disappeared.

Caleb wasn't particularly skilled at reading such things. Subtle emotional cues had never been his greatest strength, and Jester was perhaps the least predictable person he had ever known.

But even he could recognize what was happening now.

She wasn't resisting, or dissaproving of the mind control.

If anything, she seemed almost perfectly content to surrender herself to the strange game they had created.

Caleb hesitated for a moment.

Perhaps, he thought, continuing to hold himself back would be more insulting than anything he had done so far.

A faint smile appeared beneath his beard, while Jester kept deep-throating his cock.

“Very well, Jester,” he murmured, his voice unexpectedly confident. “If this is truly what you want…”

He allowed Jester to be free of the spell, if she wanted to, and for the first time since the match began, Caleb stopped thinking about how he was supposed to win.

He simply decided to play.

Grabbing Jester by the hair and horns, he forced her to her feet. He looked at her face, streaked with saliva, dried tears, and smudged makeup, with drool running down her nose.

His hand gently wiped her face clean, then he slapped her—neither softly nor hard, but with firm resolve.

It was Jester’s test—the perfect moment to break free from the Charm.

Instead, the tiefling let out a throaty moan of complete submission.

Caleb kissed her gently, letting his body move as it was driven by the carnal instinct that had grown within him all this time. His hands gripped his opponent, caressing her soft, muscular buttocks, savoring and squeezing her perfect breasts and playing with her nipples, and finally tasting the wetness of her vagina, on the verge of a powerful orgasm induced simply by the Charm.

Although he wasn’t strong, Jester wasn’t heavy at all. Her muscles and curves were incorporated into a body perfected by years of adventures and divine magic.

He turned his opponent toward the audience, squeezing her a few more times and forcing her to look at her fans, while he grabbed her legs at the knees from behind.

With her back turned to Caleb, Jester now found herself suspended in the air, helpless and more aroused than ever.

Caleb’s cock penetrated her without a hitch, even though it was “the wrong hole.”

The mage’s strength failed him immediately—however minimal it had been—and he was forced to sit down, taking the Tiefling with him, his cock still inside her ass.

Jester was completely lost. Now consumed by pleasure, she began riding Caleb’s cock like a woman possessed, moaning and gasping like a teenager having sex for the first time. Caleb tried to hold her back—he wanted to savor the moment—but he could barely manage it.

The wizard’s fingers met no resistance as they reached his opponent’s pussy, and he immediately began to torment her with pleasure.

Fucked harder than ever, Jester came, screaming with joy, and let Caleb fill her ass with hot cum, while her pussy squirted under her opponent’s finger invasion.