The Helltaker gives her the most distracting handicap possible

Malina's focus upon the computer screen and the crushing of Mongol invaders was impressive. She was so in the zone, she didn't even seem to notice as the over-sized hands that were clutching her breasts left the objects of their affection and maneuvered down below her waist. Soon, they lifted her up from the seat, then, with little effort, shrugged the baggy white shorts she'd worn down past her wide hips. Beneath those was a wrapped, white cloth with minimal coverage, designed to emulate the kinds of undergarments she thought Jayavarman might wear.

The Helltaker was in max mischief mode; he wasn't going to let those sit either. With a determined grin, he hooked his thumbs into the waist of the old-fashioned underwear and began pulling it down Malina's broad buns, down her thighs and all the way to the ankles. Her ass was now entirely exposed, along with her woman-hood. He reflected once again how this ridiculous, hourglass figure seemed hugely out of place on an alcoholic gamer like her... not that he'd ever complain about it. The milky, pale pink surface of her heavy, round bottom called to him as he kept her lifted, unzipped himself, and then urgently freed his penis from the strained lap of his pants.

Malina felt sweat rolling from her bushy white hair down her neck as she tried to focus on the game... but her eyes were now, once again, flickering down to her entirely bared breasts and womanhood, along with the rod that her lower body was slowly being lowered onto. The size of it was crazy... She didn't make it a habit to scope out human dicks for a point of comparison, but even when she'd felt it earlier by cradling it with her ass, she'd never imagined that his would be so large. She began to wonder not just if she was up to the challenge of gaming while under such distractions, but rather, if her corridor was up for the challenge of taking that huge cock...

In the end, there was no quit in her. Not when it came to the challenge of Civilization VI, surrounded by Genghis Khan's forces, and not when it came to the Helltaker getting way too carried away with the handicap she'd asked for! She shivered, continuing to pep-talk herself as she felt her sex rubbed up and down against the length of his gigantic shaft. "Sh-Shit... I should have asked you to pay attention to the game. If you think you're getting rewarded for being a terrible Civ player, you're never going to get better..."

"Heh. Guess my strategy wasn't so bad in the end, huh?" the Helltaker goaded her, clutching both hands powerfully to her hips as he continued to tease her, gliding her bare slit against his rock-hard erection.

"Nah, your strategy was fuckin' terrible," Malina grumbled, not catching the subtext.

As though eager to turn her attention back to the matter at hand, the Helltaker finally placed her onto the penis's head, then began to lower her onto it. The effect was evident; she mis-clicked hard, sending her archers straight to the frontlines and through Mongol forces. Those archers were just going to have to be a sacrifice to the night's events; while they died, a part of Malina surrendered, and she let out a loud, uncharacteristic moan, feeling the Helltaker hit parts that were far too deep to reach in ordinary finger masturbation. "This enough of a handicap yet?" the Helltaker joked, breathing heavily into her ear.

"Yeah, we're getting there..." Malina clutching one hand over the mouse and the other onto QWERTY as the Helltaker began to bounce her atop his lap, slowly increasing speed. The amulet jingled around her neck and her massive breasts flopped up and down lewdly, as her body was brought up and down by a combination of his bucking hips and his eager hands, still clutched around either side of her narrow waist. "Ah! Fuck! You're making me mis-click! Genghis is gonna have a field day!"

"Who's really winning here, me or Genghis?"

"I told you, you fuckin' suck at Civ! You don't win at shit! Aaaaah, damn!" Malina groaned, still unwilling to give her terrible gaming partner the satisfaction of forgetting how bad he was at the game. She did provide him another form of satisfaction: she finally began reciprocating the action of his hips, smacking her bottom up and down against his groin and freeing up his hands to move back to her tits. "Geez! I can't play like this at all!"

The Helltaker would have been, frankly, pretty amazed to see that she could; this kind of action would make doing much of anything besides cumming difficult. He groped her breasts eagerly, tweaking the nipples, then ran one hand down the soft, smooth flesh of her belly to tease the top of her slit where his penis was inserted.

"Don't underestimate me... I'm still gonna... Fuck up Genghis...!"

Unfortunately, just as in history, the Mongolian army was destined for many victories. She found her boobs smashing down against the number-pad of her keyboard, making all sorts of ill-timed and thoughtless moves for her, as he suddenly kissed her neck, then greedily snatched hold of her lips with his. With one hand smashing onto QWERTY uselessly as though trying to tap out of a submission hold and the other wrapped around his neck, she turned her head to reciprocate. The strong smell of her own vodka was on his breath, masking whatever scent that artichoke dip might have had, but that toxic smell only excited her further. Her dark-ringed, angry red eyes glared at him, angry for the interruption to the promised game night, but her mouth and tongue betrayed them by smacking noisily with the lust of their make-out session.

Finally, she was spun away from the computer altogether, missing the moment where the Mongol armies invaded the Helltaker's meager capital and began to hit it with battering rams. She was too focused on the battering ram she was receiving herself, as the Helltaker lifted her legs on either side and bounced her up and down on his lap like a toy, hitting her innermost parts with the kind of strength that is only permissible between a mad-man and a powerful demon. There were no more quips to be made; she moaned desperately and threw her head back as she grabbed the arms of the chair with both hands.

If the whole house had somehow missed all the noise of their "handicaps" to this point, they'd soon be drawn by the sound of both grunting in release; the Helltaker's member pulsed strongly, releasing loads of his stored-up cum into his "gaming buddy." His dick seemed to be experiencing a "one more turn" moment of its own, as with every twitch, it renewed its vigor and spewed another shot into Malina's waiting pussy. Soon, her groin, his lap, and even the expensive gaming chair he'd gotten for Malina were ruined with the sticky semen.

"... Y-You know the worst mistake idiots like you make when heckling opponents in Civ?" Malina questioned, wearing her grumpy eyes, but with drool hanging from either corner of her mouth and her fangs showing in a gaping, panting expression.

The Helltaker raised one eyebrow.

"They don't know when to fuckin' pull out!" Despite saying that, she embraced him in another needy kiss; her tail flicked up and down happily behind herself, in an expression of affection she was loathe to show anyone...