Neck and neck

“Why don’t you go ahead and take the first shot?” Cailt offered Riolta. The two of them were now standing in adjacent stalls, separated only by the wooden wall that reached up to just above Cailt’s waist, meaning that Riolta’s bust was still in plain view and threatening to distract him at any given moment. This close up, it was easy enough for Cailt to take in how thin the black dress was as it hugged her generous curves tight.

“You’re not trying to be a gentleman, are you?” Riolta subjected Cailt to a dazzling smile that had his cock grow harder still as it struggled against the confines of his kilt, then turned her attention back to the target and readied her bow, pulling the string back almost to the point of snapping before releasing the arrow to go shooting down the range.

“Nice shot,” Cailt complimented her after her arrow had hit the target square in the face, its tip piercing through the piece of coarse paper that was stretched tight against the wooden framework, “And no, I just wanted to get the last shot.”

“Well, it’s only fair that I warn you then, that if it comes down to one last deciding shot,” Riolta’s sultry voice rang in Cailt’s ears as he measured the distance to his target and took aim, “then I have ways of distracting my opponents.”

“I don’t doubt that you’d be able to make me miss the target all together,” With that admission, Cailt released his first shot.

“Good, one right in the centre mass,” Riolta returned Cailt’s compliment, and prepared her second shot.

“Don’t your opponents object then?” Cailt inquired, finding himself rapidly becoming more intrigued by the busty archeress, his eyes inadvertently roaming downwards to catch a glimpse of the string of her bow being pulled backwards against the formidable backdrop of her ginormous chest, with her boobs appearing perfectly spherical as they filled out the top of her strapless dress, “When you distract them, I mean…”

“They all enjoy it just as much as I do,” Riolta responded, struck her target in the head a second time, and lowered her bow as she turned towards Cailt and curled her lips into a decidedly mischievous smile, “I know how to make losing a lot of fun.”

“Another good shot,” Complimenting Cailt again as his next arrow pierced through the target’s forehead, Riolta leaned against the wall between them so that his next look at her involved him having to stare at how her chest was pushed upwards and closer together, narrowing down the already tiny cleft between her round, juicy knockers even further.

“Thanks,” Cailt murmured.

“And besides, the audience tends to like my ways of winning,” Speaking as she resumed aiming at the target, Riolta retrieved another arrow from her quiver.

“You’ve no idea how thrilling most people find archery contests when the winning shot is delivered by a naked slut with cum-glazed boobs,” Riolta added, imitating Cailt’s latest hit by sending an arrow straight at her target’s forehead.

“I thought you were just talking about flirting with your opponents,” Cailt had to delay his next shot a little as he tried to come to terms with Riolta’s brazenness.

“As far as I’m concerned, taking a great big cock up my ass is a form of flirting,” Riolta was smiling at Cailt again, though it didn’t stop him from taking aim once more and, though his concentration certainly wasn’t what it should have been, hitting the target’s left eye.

“I’d say that makes you ahead by one point,” Riolta said, apparently not too flustered at trailing behind, “got a girl in mind for me yet?”

“Uh-huh,” Being experienced enough to know not to take anything out in advance, Cailt decided not to pay too much attention to the fact that he was now in the lead, while Riolta’s question got him thinking about Jina, “You?”

“I’ve a few girls who I think you’d enjoy,” Riolta lined up her next shot, and let fly, “But I must confess that I’ve mostly been thinking about your cock since you first showed up.”

“Right,” Cailt gulped hard as Riolta’s target got it right in the throat.

“I wasn’t aiming for the eyes,” Taking a step back, Riolta formed her luscious lips into another one of her devastatingly effective smiles.

“I didn’t think you were,” Cailt replied, before hitting his target in the stomach.

“This time however,” Riolta stepped up, raised her bow, and sent an arrow into her target’s left eye, “I was.”

“Good thing you didn’t miss.”

“That would have been embarrassing,” Riolta giggled.

“Sure that kilt isn’t getting in your way?” Doing his best to ignore Riolta’s teasing, Cailt stepped up and took another shot, hitting the target centre-mass.

The two of them continued trading remarks in between sending arrows flying hitting the targets, with Cailt getting the distinct impression that Riolta was consciously holding back on her flirtation, as the statuesque black-haired vixen seemed more than capable of leaving him unable to even raise his bow if she only wanted to. As Cailt prepared for his last shot, Riolta was ahead by one point, meaning that he needed to hit the target for it to be a draw, and the eyes if he wanted to win.