Cheer her on.

Zakira snickers. "Don't worry. I'll give you little breaks, just to give you some hope. Then I'll start rubbing again and again. You'll get close to that orgasm, but never get what you want. You'll never get what you want! So just sit there and take it. And when I'm done, I'll roll you out of the ring and walk away. She won't even have to fight you."

Does that mean the person she serves is one of the competitors?

Hedi stands. "I'm going."

"What's up?" you ask.

"Well, as much as you might think I want to see my sister's body, I already know she's going to win. And you know what she's going to want after that? Proper gear. I'm going to find her armour and weapons. Count on it. I'll be back before the match is even finished."

I hope the match doesn't go that long. "All right." You nod. "Thank you."

"A good lad," Bek says. "Why didn't you offer that, Tommy-boy? Don't wanna stand up?"

"Shut up!" Tom replies. "I was just about to before he did it."

You look back to the match. "Niki, you better do something." After taking a deep breath, you shout, "You can do it! Go, Niki!"

Stop. Start. Stop. Start. She continues to tease her prey. Niki's frustration is building to a breaking point. She should have came a long time ago. You can only imagine what would happen if she just went wild on her body without stopping at all--everything building up and up without ever breaking loose. That collar could be an insane **** device.

"Do you want to cum, baby?" Zakira teases. "Beg me to cum."

"I--" Niki can barely speak. Drool is trickling down her lips, and she's exhausted from the heavy panting. Every movement forces out a moan. You can tell that all she wants to do is orgasm, but you wonder if she'd actually stoop to that level.

"Beg me."

"I want... I... Mmm~!"

You stand up from your seat and shout. "Niki! Give her ass, damn it! You said you were going to! Then we'll save your parents, and when we get back to Avana, you bet we'll be picking up more of those muffins! So fight already, Niki!"

"Down in front," the man behind you says.

"Screw you, man," you turn and say.

The Edge then stands to face him as well. "Yeah. Screw you!" He whips out a middle finger.

After that, the man purses his lips and opts for silence.

"You want to cum so badly, don't you?" Zakira drags her finger over her clit through those pants. She teases it--plays with it. As she wiggles her finger in circular motions, Niki looks like she's on the verge of breaking.

"I w-want..." she mutters.

"Oh sweetie. Just say you want to cum and I'll let you. And then I'll toss you right out while you're convulsing on the ground."

"I-I w-want," she manages to say again. Every worse is difficult to **** out through her gasping moans. "I want... I want to kick your fucking ass!" she screams. As soon as she does, she absolutely shatters the ropes binding her wrists, and throws herself up into a standing position. Zakira flies backwards from the ****, and the half-naked warrior woman stands tall with a blinding rage in her eyes.

"Damn it. Fine. I'll push you out already!" Zakira lunges forwards with her fingers, but Niki slaps the back of her hands down. By the sound of pain, you feel like she may have actually broken something in those hands.

Then with a quick swing, she thrusts her fist right into Zakira's cheek. The dancer stumbles backwards. It only took a single blow to the head for Niki's immense strength to take effect. Her opponent is just a mortal woman after all. There's nothing she can do about it. Zakira falls backwards, dazed and injured, until she flops back **** right on top of the rope border.

Niki stomps over. She picks her up by her top, stretching out the fabric and allowing everyone a glimpse at her tits as well. She holds the girl up to her face and snarls. "I'm sorry for what I did. But it was nothing but a prank. Do you know how much I've suffered too? We all suffer. So get the hell over it and stop being a little baby!" Then, she hurls the body into the front row of the stands.

With the adrenaline and rage leaving her body, Niki suddenly stops. Her legs wobble. As she bites her lip, she lowers both of her hands between her legs, squishing her bare breasts together--vest barely hanging off the sides of her massive melons. It takes her a moment to realize. She then adjusts the vest, and starts to waddle over towards the exit as the crowd cheers.

She may have won, but boy must she be pent-up right now. It must be frustrating as hell.

"And the winner of the first round of this year's Golden Sword tournament is... Niki Vakila!" the announcer shouts.

"Damn. She really is tough as hell," Bek says. He then turns to you with a thumb in the air. "You're a lucky guy living with her, eh?"

"Have you ever heard the term scareroused?" Tom asks.

They have no idea how soft she actually becomes when she's not fighting, and can let loose and be comfortable. I've seen it. Though, it makes me wonder how many people have. Is it just me?

"Let's go meet up with Niki and find Hedi," you say. "We've got a whole round before one of us fights again."