Journey to the tourney

“Ladies and…” the commentator immediately got confused. “I don’t know what that ‘and’ was in reference to, but welcome one and all to THE 69TH ANNUAL GOTHAM CITY TOURNAMENT FINAL ROUND!!!”

You, Harley, and the rest of the crowd cheered as the lights went up in Gotham Stadium, about to reveal the two competitors. “What’d I tell ya, puddin? There’s always something to do downtown!” The harlequin said as she elbowed you in the ribs, clad in an ill-fitting hat and trench coat to conceal her identity. “Now who do ya think they got back there to fi- oh!”

You looked over to see that Harley got distracted by the warrior walking down the first ramp. Ornate sword in hand, she held a slender figure, tantalizing curves wrapped within black ripped pants, solo shoulder armored leather jacket, and literal wraps containing her modest bust. As her alabaster mask hit the stage lights just right, the announcer started introducing her. “Weighing in at 130 pounds, the ninja assassin who’ll steal your soul with her steel sword, iiiiiiiiiiit’s KATANA!!!!!”

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The crowd went wild as Katana, real name Tatsu Yamashiro, took an honorable bow away from the stage. “Dang, I haven’t seen ol’ Katy since my SS days! We should see if we can get ourselves backstage later and try ta rope that swordstress into being a sheath for your-”

Again Harley’s words got stuck in her mouth as you both watched the second and final contestant saunter on out. Wearing a red martial-arts gi, she definitely seemed older than her arena-mate, what with her white pants tautly stretched around her child-baring hips. A three-part pony tail and round hair pendant aimed to accentuate her determined, filled-out face as the unseen commentator moved on with her speech. “And in this corner; this martial arts mistress will make you feel like her kid: unloved and put through the wringer! LADY SHIIIIIIIIIVAAAAA!!!!”

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Shiva, the nom de plume of Sandra Wu-San, went for a polite curtsy before turning towards her opponent, a look of distain upon her face.

The countdown came and went, and the two assassins went at it, trading blows at an almost incomprehensible speed. “Wow, TWO bushido bombshells for the price a’ one? That’s too good to pass up!” Quinn then went into deep thought. “Hmm… though it’s clear they don’t like each other from how they’re fighting beyond just to win up there. They prolly won’t stick around together after the show either, how’re we gonna… ooh I got it!”

You turned to ask the jester to ask what’s it she’s got, but all that was there was a propped up trench! Where could she-

“Gluuurk! Gakk! Sluuuurge~”

Ah. That explains it.

Harley slooowly pulled her lips off of your now-unsheathed ultra vein, her hands stroking into overdrive to pick up the slack. “Mmmhh, sorry for the quick round puddin, but I gots the perfect plan and it needs you to fill up this hat with ya discharge.” She explained, holding up her waiting fedora.

“Harumph! What are you two miscreants up to? Some of us are trying to wat-”

SPLLLLUUUUURRRRRRT~

The lady next to you who for some reason didn’t like what you were doing was quickly silenced by taking the excess brunt of Your nut-butter, her weak civilian brain forever fried by being covered in the best substance known to womankind. As you tried to see where Harley had scampered off to now, you were distracted by, get this, the main event happening on stage.

KLANG! Katana’s blade deftly missed Lady Shiva as they continued to circle each other. “You’re getting sloppy, swordstress. Perhaps it’s finally time to admit who’s the better assassin.”

CLASH!

“For once we agree, so I shall give you the air to expound on your aged failure.” Ms. Yamashiro replied, going back in for another clash.

drip

Sniff

“Urgh! No matter how great smelling you are, I can’t allow you to win!”

“Neither I to you! HUT-TAH!”

PUSH! THUD! drip drip drip

You peered upwards to find Harley shambling across the rafters, dribbling your recently-released spunk on the distracted duelists. She met your gaze and winked just as she poured a mighty glop onto the now-prone Shiva. You could see the expression on Katana’s mostly obscured face beginning to soften, even as she gloats to her rapidly more alluring-looking adversary.

Ssnnifff~

“Ha-ha! It would seem that the amorous and titillating Wu-San clan shall come to an end this day! You shall no longer plague the world with your hot, fuckable ass or… or your big bimbo lips, just waiting for something to suck on, I-I mean… umm…” Katana took a moment, rubbing her moistening inner-thighs together, and you could’ve sworn you saw the featureless eye-spots on her mask go from white to pink. “…or perhaps…”

STAB!

Sandra turned in shock as the assassin’s blade went… into the floor beside them? “What is the meaning of this, you sexy sword-slut?” she asked as Tatsu started straddling her foe, breasts and privates rubbing against one another through their sheer combat garb. “Get this succulent ninja fuckmeat off of me or, or I’ll give you a scissoring so intense it’d make even the most experienced stripper scream her safe word!”

SNIP!

“I shall take that challenge, you malicious MILF with child-bearing jiggle-hips to match~” With one swift cut, Katana had freed both her and Shiva from their outfits, leaving only headpieces and boots to remain. She then promptly rammed her sopping wet snatch straight towards her rival’s own, aiming true and beginning to mash and rub their drooling fuck-holes together. The audience around you were at first dumbfounded but, as your succulent man musk wafted to their unsuspecting nostrils from two distinct sources, they all slowly but surely began reaching within their clothing and diddling their beans and boobs.

Before the announcer could find something to say that’d get this ‘exhibition’ back on track, Harley swung into the booth and booted… Roulette? Or was it Tala… maybe a female Brother Blood? Sister Blood? Doesn’t matter; whoever it was, Harley had kicked her out and will be taking over MC duties for the rest of the night. “Well folks, we seem to have reached our true main event! Who will win this most serious of scissor-offs? Will the instigative actions of Kunt-ana net her the win? Mayhaps the Shiva Slut’s extra padding down south will give her the edge? Or will our new last-minute contestant come out on top? (yes)” All lights turned to you, as did the two warriors gaze. “ladies and germs, He’s the master of plaster, a dark horse with features to match, put simply a guy with a big dick, iiiiiit’s MIIIISTAAAHHH JAAAAAAAYYYY!!!!!”

There was a sudden puff of smoke and the two assassins were upon you. Another puff and you were on stage. One final smoke, you were nude and these two smokin’ hot trollops went straight for the prize. After a thorough reslobbering, both women decided it best to restart there duel in earnest. With a simple leg sweep you’re on the floor, two combating cunts relocking, with your member as player 3 between them.

“Can you believe it, folks? This final battle is really heating up~” Harley explained to the now openly masturbating crowd, folding chairs pushed aside in order to create a massive fuck-bed out of discarded clothes. The surveying sluts were sucking face, tit, even toes as the jester, spunk-covered fedora dripping down her head, gave one final note. “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, whichever Adonis onstage that cums last gets the other two competing cunts as his own personal assassin sluts forever. K thx byyyyyeeee~”

“Hmph, winning a competition simply by keeping oneself from coming undone? Ha!” Shiva expounded, doubling her efforts of grinding on your massive fuckstick and Katana’s gasping womb-hole. “I am an assassin and mother, I have great knowledge of denying pleasure. All I must do is… is, oh gods- *MMMMOOOOOAAANNN*~~~”

Seems this martial-arts MILF is a squirter, as her femcum sprayed a solid ten feet in the air, landing on Katana’s unsuspecting personage. This caused the wound-up ninja to smirk, doubling her efforts while focusing solely on your pulsating mass.

“Hah! Figures that fool of a warrior couldn’t handle th- *MMMMOOOOOAAANNN*~~~” wow. She couldn’t even get one sentence out before Katana’s puffy mound revealed itself to be a soaker, a fountains-worth of juices spreading over the arena.

“And there you have it folks! My puddin claims another victory over the forces of femininity!” MC Harley said whilst shoving a second microphone deep in her snatch, generating only a fraction of the pleasure she’s now used to. “Get to work, you samurai sluts! Mistah J needs his victory lap~”

Beaten and in utter bliss, the previously-dueling duo swear fealty to your phallus, squishing their breasts around its shaft and faces along its tip. “OHH TATSU! WHY DID WE WASTE SO MUCH OF OUR LIVES ON ASSASSINRY? WE COULD’VE AT LEAST BEEN PREPARING OUR BODIES AND MINDS TO BE CONQUERED BY THIS YOUNG MAN’S INCREDIBLE COOOCK!!!”

“YOU’RE RIGHT SANDRA! IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING!” Katana said, looking to you. “PLEASE FORGIVE US MASTER! WE’LL BE YOUR COCK-CRAVING KUNOICHI CUNTS FOREVER, JUST LET US HAVE MORE OF WHAT’S MAKING THAT INTOXICATING SMEEEEELLLL~”

And so, despite their suboptimal dual-titjob, you rocketed a pool-sized deluge of dick-grease onto the two, the stage, and the audience. Getting up, you watched the crowd lick every inch of the arena up, getting as much of your nasty nut-stuff in their mouths as possible. The two former foes, however, focused on each other, one flipping around to get at the other’s tantalizing tush. With said other doing the same, Lady Shiva and Katana, formerly the two most dangerous (non-superpowered) women on the planet, now lay moaning on the cumstained floor in a perfect sixty-nine position, which was rather apt given the annuality of the event come to think of it.

“Well ladies and gentle-sluts, seems this farce of a tournament has cum to a close,” Harley said as she waded through the heel-deep sludge-pool that was the entire room. “All of y’all audience members can head home and never get that taste of ambrosia out of your mouth, but as for YOU…” She went up to you and, with a knowing smile, made a clean rip of her suit, exposing her nether regions to all who could see (that being just you, as everyone else was wrapped up in their own hedonistic endeavors). “In lieu of a championship belt, how’s about you wear me for the rest of the night, hmmm?”

And so it was that you revved your Harley for hours and hours, your two newly-collected concubines eventually coming over to slide up and down your fantastic physique, trying so desperately to get even just one more whiff of your all-encompassing aroma. It really was great to be king of the ring.