She needs a handicap to make this interesting

Malina's eyes ping-ponged between the screen and her gaming partner as she cupped one hand to her mouth thoughtfully. She'd managed to lure him this far with her charm as a woman, even dressed in this ridiculous fetish version of a Jayavarman costume, right? Maybe, with the right application of that same charm, she could lure him into more and more game nights to come? The Sour Demon assumed that her strategy-brain was working overtime to come up with the next move, but in reality, she may have been following some combination of over-drinking and the same horniness most of the other demons felt.

"I mean... The situation looks bad, but it's actually really easy to get out of. It's not the kind of situation a veteran like me can navigate without feeling like she's wasting her time," Malina explained, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, which only pushed her impressive, pale bosom up further against the gold trinket she was generously calling her coverage. "So I need you to give me a handicap that makes it harder for me. I'd just push the difficulty up, but there's no way to do that mid-match."

"It's really not hard enough already?" the Helltaker asked, focusing on the placement of enemy units and his own on the game screen. If he'd had to solve puzzles like this during his adventure, he probably never would have made it back out of hell... "What kind of handicap are you looking for?"

"... Well... For starters... I could do something like this." Red-faced for reasons not related to **** for once, Malina tested her luck, standing up and then raising one leg to step past the Helltaker. Instead of continuing all the way past, she braced her hands on the desk, then slowly lowered those snug, white costume shorts down onto his lap. Her eyes widened slightly as she felt what was already waiting for her... a rather large tent had been pitched at the sight of the scandalous top she'd chosen. With the added pressure of her significantly sized bottom pressing against it, it immediately grew harder and began to twitch. "... Yeah, I think playing like this is going to be a pretty big handicap." She gulped, then squinted hard at the screen... she could barely focus on the user interface any more. All of her thoughts had suddenly been replaced by the knowledge of the Helltaker's dick, which fought to rise against her pressure.

"Is that enough of a handicap?" he asked, keeping both hands on the arm-rests of the gaming chair. His grip was white-knuckled and tight; he was ready to put the hands to use, but first, he needed to hear the starting gun fire.

"... You could use your hands, I guess... That'd make it a big enough handicap for an experienced gamer like me." One would not think that she had been playing Civilization VI for a little under a week, with how big she talked about her skills.

The Helltaker's sunglasses shined with intent. With no further hesitation, the big man placed both hands underneath the oversized medallion and over the cups of Malina's huge breasts, causing the amulet to clatter up and down against the backs of his huge hands. The softness of them was unreal... among all of the demons, Malina often seemed the crabbiest and the hardest to get to behave like a girlfriend. This one part of her was undeniablely feminine, though... her breasts were world-class, whether amongst demons or humans.

"Y-You went straight for them!" Malina gasped, her eyes widening even further as she felt her "gaming buddy" begin to enthusiastically grope and kneed her boobs with his fingers and palms. She'd expected him to put his hands on her waist or maybe tickle her or something. This was way outside of the usual playbook! Was it because he'd had too much to drink? It was becoming increasingly hard to imagine that their average game nights were going to be focused on gaming...

Seeming suddenly in control of the situation, the Helltaker moved his broad chin past her shoulder and grinned. "Is this enough of a handicap for a pro-gamer?"

"A pro-gamer is a douchebag that plays for money! There's a difference between a pro-gamer and a veteran!" Malina snapped back, biting her lip to avoid gasping as he began to pinch her nipples. He pushed the gold piece apart to one side so that he could fully inspect her bosom now, dispensing with any modesty he'd had before. Malina growled internally at how much the change of attitude was arousing her... Where was this aggressive guy when the enemy armies had needed destroying? The feeling of the Helltaker's greedy hands squeezing her over-sized bosom was making it impossible to make a single move in-game.

"Heh... Seems like that handicap was too much?" the Helltaker taunted her.

"Hey, screw you!" Malina growled; her eyebrows arched and her hands returned to the mouse and keyboard. "Too much? No way! I'm gonna crush the Mongol armies right now with your pathetic early game resources! Watch the way a veteran does it!" With renewed fervor, she refocused herself on the game, leaning into the seat and ironically pushing her butt even harder into the Helltaker's lap. This was a matter of pride... Sure, she had to admit to herself by this point that she was kind of horny, but she was never too horny to forsake video games! Nothing was going to make her take her eyes off of an unfinished game of Civ. Nothing!