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Better the Devil You Know	By : Meowshi Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 1523 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dungeons and Dragons, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story contains original characters, but many names of places, spells, monsters, etc are from D&D.

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Chapter 3: Sandstrew Pleasures

Gruumshra charged at Lilouette with a surprising amount of speed considering her bulk and brought her greataxe crashing down to the earth with a shout of jubilation. The floor of the arena shook with the impact, sending motes of sand and dust flying into the air. Fortunately, Lilouette was a small target and extremely dexterous. She dove underneath the heavy swing, and popped up behind the barbarian, giggling prettily. She was hoping the bratty display would throw her larger opponent off her guard, but it only managed to piss the barbarian off.
“SQUISH YOU!!” Gruumshra bellowed as she began attacking more recklessly, swinging her greataxe with heedless ferocity. The attacks left her defenses open, and Lilouette managed to slash into the larger woman several times, but she was also on her backfoot now; knowing that even one hit from the barbarian’s massive weapon would likely maim, if not kill her outright. Lilouette's rapier was not designed for deep, cleaving attacks, but even her relatively shallow thrusts inflicted cuts that bled profusely. Despite their seemingly minor nature, these wounds had a profound effect on the barbarian, sending her into an uncontrollable rage.
Lilouette sidestepped the barbarian’s next attack, watching as the great heavy blade of her axe again cut deeply into the earth. She followed this up with a riposte of her own, trying to thrust into the barbarian’s exposed midriff. Gruumshra simply batted the rapier away with her free hand. Lilouette's playful demeanor faded after witnessing such an effortless deflection of her rapier, and the barbarian answered that moment of hesitation by swinging her axe in a series of wild, deadly arcs. Lilouette suddenly wished she hadn’t caused the barbarian to fly into a rage, because it only seemed to make her a better fighter.
There was nothing precise, pretty, or controlled about the way Grummshra fought; she was in many ways Lilouette’s complete opposite. Unfortunately, she was also quickly gaining the upper hand. The young duellist found herself only able to dodge the attacks at the last possible second, a burst of terror shooting through her chest each time. The red-haired savage didn’t let up on the attacks though, and finally, Lilouette grew so exhausted with all her dodging that she lost her footing and fell hard on her ass. Lilouette could only let out a girlish wail as the barbarian roared victoriously and swung her greataxe down in a cleave meant to shear the little girl in two.
Lilouette’s training was the only thing that saved her life in that crucial moment. As the blade descended she threw up in her hands on pure instinct and cast a blade ward incantation on herself. The sharp edge of the greataxe slammed into her chest with a force so great that it sent plumes of dust and sand barreling in every direction. The crowd cheered, assuming that the fight was over and that the tiefling had been cut to pieces. But when the dust settled, it was revealed that the spell had worked! Instead of a large gaping wound in the center of Lilouette’s chest, there were a few thin trickles of blood that likely wouldn’t even scar if looked after properly. Grummshra, who wasn’t well-versed in magic, stopped her attacks and looked at the sharp head of her greataxe curiously. “The fuck?” the barbarian said in bewilderment.
Lilouette took this opportunity to roll back onto her feet, although her stance was still quivery. “I-I’m not finished!”, she declared, tasting blood in her mouth.
This boast of confidence wasn’t met with cheers, however. Instead, the crowd had burst into another peal of cruel, rowdy laughter.
“What in the Nine Hells is so damned funny?” she growled as she spat a pinkish glob of saliva onto the ground.
Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a cool breeze swept over her, causing Lilouette to shiver involuntarily. Confused and a little disoriented, she looked down at herself and realized with a start that her hard little nipples were staring back at her. Mortified, her obsidian-black skin flushed with embarrassment.
The greataxe hadn’t been able to fatally wound her as her blade ward spell worked by making her temporarily resistant to slashing weapons, but a downside of the spell was that it only affected skin. Because of this limitation, the greataxe had successfully managed to completely sheer off the commoner’s rags she had been dressed in, leaving her in nothing but her frilly, red undergarments.
The young tiefling’s lack of physical maturation was on display for the room full of leering drunks, who whistled approvingly at the sight. Her chest was flat and featureless, save for the pretty scarlet freckles dotting her collarbone. Two small, perky nipples sat atop her ribcage, somehow an even darker shade of black than the rest of her skin. Her stomach was flat and taut, with a small navel in the center. Her lean abdominal muscles were visible with each panicked, heavy breath she sucked in.
Lilouette hissed in humiliation and covered herself with an arm, holding out her rapier defensively with the other. This ridiculous display only made the crowd laugh even more. Whatever confidence she had possessed at the beginning of the fight wilted at that moment, and she couldn't even manage to fight back as the barbarian swatted the rapier out of her hand.
Gruumshra grabbed her painfully by the hair with one hand and grabbed her by the underwear with the other. The barbarian then lifted her off the ground, parading her around the arena in a humiliating fashion. As she was hauled around by the barbarian, the frilly red panties wedgied themselves tightly up into her nethers, painfully stinging her unmentionable parts. She flinched as she felt a few hands from the crowd reach out and slap her exposed bottom, more out of mortification than pain. Finally, Grummshra heaved twice and then swung the little tiefling with all her might, sending Lilouette crashing down onto the other side of the fighting pit painfully. Tears stung in her eyes as she felt something in her ankle twist painfully, and she could feel a thin trickle of blood running down her nose and tickling her lips. Mostly though, she teared up at her own degradation. No one besides her mother and the servants who bathed her had seen her topless in years and now she was being openly gawked at by dregs and louts.
“Oh ho! These very pretty! I keep? I wear?” Gruumshra crooned teasingly.
Lilouette’s purple-orange eyes widened in shock as she saw her frilly red panties hanging off of the barbarian’s extended finger like a trophy. She hesitantly glanced down at herself and was horrified to find that her lower body was now completely exposed: her hips, which had only just recently lost their boxiness and begun to curve gently outward; her buttocks, which her rigorous training regiment had made pleasingly firm and round; the sparse patch of white, downy stubble at the apex of her thighs; and even the small vulva beneath it, with the twin lips of her aubergine-tinted labia and the obscene little clitoral hood that sat above them. They were seeing everything!
The young noble felt exposed and vulnerable, and she wondered if her cheeks were flushed from the humiliation of the situation, or from the warmth of the barbarian's gaze, which seemed to linger. She slapped her free hand over her secrets and suddenly wished that she had allowed Vigil to accompany her. She could almost imagine the darksteel automaton cutting its way through the crowd before covering her nakedness and rescuing her from this torment.
The barbarian no longer seemed interested in battling Lilouette, she was instead preoccupied with playing to the crowd and trying to get the girl’s small undergarments on over her loin-cloth. Of course, they didn’t fit at all and soon ripped apart about halfway up her thick leg. A fresh new feeling shot through Lilouette at this final indignity as her eyes narrowed to slits. The redness in her cheeks and upper ears faded into a snarling, boiling rage in her gut. She couldn’t believe that this human commoner, this ginger-mopped monkey, dared to humiliate and strip her! Anger clouded her vision and suddenly she forgot her nakedness.
“K-kill you! Kill all of you!” Her eyes flashed hatefully toward the crowd of people staring at her.
Lilouette sprinted across the sandstrewn arena for her weapon on all fours like a cat, sending up clouds of sand and grit in her wake. She threw herself at the barbarian, her rapier a blur in her hands. Several gashes erupted on the barbarian’s body, spraying blood on the pit floor. Lilouette snarled with each strike, brandishing her fangs. Spittle flew from her mouth undignifiedly, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“No fair!! I not ready!!” Gruumshra whined, throwing the tattered underwear into the crowd and picking back up her axe. But Lilouette didn’t give her a moment to ready herself. The tiny hellion continued her assault, scoring multiple puncture points into the burly woman’s body. The barbarian shrieked in pain and began swinging her greataxe defensively in an attempt to deflect the blows, but the tiefling girl was too small, too quick, and just too damned angry. She danced around the slow, heavy blows and answered each one with a riposte of her own, giving the arena a fresh coat of red with every strike.
Soon the barbarian was leaking from over a dozen wounds and wobbling on her feet. Going into a frenzy had already tired her out, and now her lifeblood was pooling at her feet. Unfortunately, Lilouette was also exhausted by her exertions, and couldn’t keep up the pace of her spite-born attacks. But while her stores of youthful energy might have been emptied, the stores of her rage were limitless.
She pointed a taloned, black finger accusatorily at the barbarian before speaking an incantation in a chorus of infernal voices that were not her own. The torches lining the walls of the pit suddenly flushed out as her eyes flashed angrily. A small panic broke out amongst some in the crowd as they heard the horrific voices spewing from the mouth of the little demon girl. Lilouette unleashed a hellish rebuke on the staggered barbarian, smiling wickedly as every wound on the woman's body suddenly erupted in hellish, blue flame.
With the torches having gone out, the only source of light in the pit were the flames licking across the barbarian’s body. Gruumshra shrieked, though that word doesn’t quite capture the ghastly, inhuman sounds she made as she fell to the floor in a writhing heap. As soon as the flames had appeared, they vanished, leaving the barbarian with only a few mild burns across the whole of her body. But that brief moment of torment and panic was enough to sap her of her remaining will and energy, she was finished. The infernal voices that had spoken through Lilouette faded away and the torches on the wall shot back to life, as if they had never gone out. A murmuring broke out in the crowd as they wondered what would happen next.
Unfortunately for the fallen barbarian, Lilouette was not done. She needed to exact more pain, more suffering. Her body ached for it. She needed to show this human bitch exactly how low she truly was. She recalled earlier in the night when the lizardman had feasted on his victim, and the drunk had gotten his nipple cut off and thrown into the crowd. That sort of gruesome mutilation didn’t appeal to her, but she still needed to have the barbarian pay some price for underestimating and embarrassing her.
She stood above the barbarian, completely naked and chest heaving with anger. Her sweat fell onto the writhing woman in thick, languid droplets. And suddenly Lilouette smiled. She knew exactly what punishment she would inflict on her fallen opponent.
She grabbed a handful of the barbarian’s disgusting, knotted red hair and slapped her in the face as hard as she could. Tears sprung from the barbarian’s eyes at the force of the blow. She would have tried to fight back, but the puncture marks from the rapier and the scalding burns had simply taken too much out of her. She was at the complete mercy of the malicious little girl standing above her, despite being many times her size.
“I’m soiled,” Lilouette said raising her arm and sniffing her armpit with an appraising look, “The smell of victory is surprisingly rank.”
She then presented her pungent armpit to the whimpering barbarian, offering it up like it was a plate of caviar at the Vicomte’s gala. She grabbed another fistful of the barbarian’s hair, this time more forcefully, and shoved the woman's ugly face into the dripping armpit.
“You will clean me with your tongue,” she commanded, her tone laced with malice. The barbarian gagged and tried to wrench her head away, but simply lacked the strength to do so. Still, she somehow managed to close her mouth tightly and weakly shake her head.
“No?” Lilouette asked incredulously, “You would rather we end this fight like the others?”
She grabbed the barbarian’s chain shirt and tore it off of her, revealing her large, pale breasts to the excitement of the arena. Lilouette then placed her rapier’s edge on one of Gruumshra’s nipples, drawing forth a thin trail of blood. “I can cut a part off of you if that is what you would prefer.”
The barbarian’s eyes widened and she whined into Lilouette’s acrid armpits. Then, with a heavy shudder of defeat, the larger woman tentatively stuck out her tongue and began lapping at Lilouette’s sweaty armpit.
“Oooh,” the tiefling cooed, not expecting the tonguing to feel so … nice. Her motivations had only been to humiliate the barbarian, but she quickly found that being personally cleaned by a disgraced opponent felt amazing. She ground her armpit into the barbarian’s nose and mouth, unknowingly letting out little mewling sounds as she did. When she felt like one armpit was sufficiently cleaned, she switched to the next, slapping the barbarian again in the face when she felt Gruumshra’s pace slacken. “Yees, yees!” she purred contentedly.
The feeling of the impromptu tongue bath was euphoric! Lilouette sighed breathily as she wrenched the barbarian’s head out from underneath her arms and into her sweaty navel. “C-clean me! Everywhere! You dumb human whore!” she moaned desirously. She was lost in her pleasure, forgetting where she was and how many were watching.
There were places on Lilouette’s body where the barbarian had managed to graze her with the greataxe, and in these crevices sweat mingled with the putrid taste of tiefling blood. Rather than the coppery taste of human plasma, the tiefling’s lifeblood tasted like sulfur and ash in the barbarian’s mouth. The taste was so unthinkably foul that she couldn’t keep cleaning the child, no matter how many times she was slapped in the face and ordered to continue. Her stomach roiled and heaved until finally, she began to vomit up everything she had swallowed.
“Is my noble blood not to your liking?” Lilouette purred, cruelly teasing her retching victim, “Too decadent a taste for your plebeian palate?”
She kicked the barbarian sharply in the face, rolling her onto her broad back.
“Please. Please. Mercy! Please, Mercy!” Gruumshra whimpered helplessly, suddenly sounding much younger. The terrifying child before her was no simple tiefling, she was a demon made flesh!
“We’re done when I say we’re done, slut!” Lilouette screamed, this experience unlocking within her a level of cruelty and wanton lust that she did not know she possessed. “I will take what I want from you and leave my pleasure dripping from your ugly face!”
The tiefling fell to her knees, placing her glistening sex onto the barbarian’s face. “Y-yes! YEESH!” she exclaimed as she began grinding her inexperienced cunt into the barbarian’s gasping mouth. “Mmhh. Hnng! F-Fuck yes! Riding your mongrel face with my fucking slit!” Lilouette howled, surprising even herself with the uncouth language that she was using.
Saying the naughty words only seemed to heighten her pleasure, and she felt the space between her legs grow hot and wet.
The crowd watched in stunned silence. They had initially been livid when the little girl beat the towering barbarian, as hardly anyone had bet on her to win. But the show they were getting now seemed well worth the lost coin. Several men had eschewed decorum altogether and were openly masturbating to the display of wanton, violent sex. An old man held her tattered underwear in his knobbled hands and was greedily sniffing them and voicing wet sounds of pleasure from his rotting mouth. Even the taunting dwarf from earlier had decided to begin vigorously fingering herself, though with her hairy knuckles and shaggy beard, hardly anyone could tell she was a woman.
Lilouette’s bright pink clit emerged from its hood as she felt her pleasure reaching a crescendo, and she ground her button into the barbarian’s face with a series of desperate, undignified grunts. She was no stranger to masturbation, but this was a completely different experience. She felt like pleasure was coursing throughout her entire body rather than just her nethers. It was the most blissful feeling she had ever experienced. Her desperation to cum was raw and palpable.
As she rode the barbarian’s face, she steadied herself by moving her arms backward and groping onto the woman’s large tits as hard as she could. Her toned stomach twisted and coiled rhythmically to her gyrating hips, thin trails of her vaginal secretion dripping from her thighs. Her tail had begun to unconsciously (and lovingly) snake up the barbarian’s legs, its sharp tip pressing lightly against the woman’s lower lips.
Lilouette bucked as her pleasure overcame her, her taloned fingers unknowingly cutting deeply into the barbarian’s tit-meat just to keep herself from falling. Her eyes slammed shut and her neck shot up as her orgasm rocketed throughout her body, causing her to shudder and quake. The pink moistness at the center of her thighs contracted rhythmically and soon her arousal was spraying all over the barbarian’s disgusted face. With one final buck of her hips, her arms finally gave out and she fell to the ground in a sweaty, jerking heap beside her hapless victim.
As she lay on the arena floor, legs spread obscenely and her breath coming out of her in long, heaving gasps; her rapier dropped from her trembling hand and splashed into the bodily juices now seeping into the sandstrewn pit floor. Her own exuberant shrieks of pleasure had finally inspired her enough to christen the weapon with a name.
Her lips curled into a thin, satisfied smile as she realized she would have to fabricate another tale for her father about why her sword was now called “Wailing Ecstasy.”
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