Enlil (D) VS Huang Huo: Offerings to the Dragon

[MR. Q]

As Enlil stepped into the dimly lit ring, her heart pounded in her chest like a jackrabbit on amphetamines. The cool, damp air sent shivers down her spine as she gazed around at the sea of hungry faces staring back at her, their eyes devouring every curve and crevice of her lewd, almost naked body.

Her harem-inspired getup left little to the imagination, the lacy cut-out bra exposes her pert, rosy-tipped breasts and the crotchless panties showcasing her most private area to all and sundry. A blue midriff-baring crop top emphasized the narrowness of her waist, drawing attention further south. Despite her embarrassment at the sheer immodesty of it all, Enlil knew this provocative attire was needed.

Mr.Q gave it to her.

Enlil took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse as she settled into her corner, the worn leather stool creaking under her slight frame. She pulled off her small boxing gloves, revealing delicate hands that seemed ill-suited for the brutal sport before her.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

To say this match came from a little left field would be a vast understatement. Huang had never done boxing before, though he had already fought butt naked. Another thing that took him aback was the fact he was facing a debutant, though he had no idea if she had experience in LAW before. He had to enter though, and he did, taking his boxing gloves to the ring, since he would need them. Soon enough, he arrived at the ring and he stripped bare, showing off his rather large penis, something that would likely get all the girls swooning. He then slipped on his boxing gloves, before entering the ring from the opposite side.

Minus shorts, barefoot

When he got to the ring, he was stunned by what he saw. His opponent was the shortest he had ever had to face, and he already had half a mind to call it off. But he did not want that stain on his record. In the back of his mind though, was one single burning question, what sicko wanted Huang to fight against this cutie, who likely would not be able to even dent him, in a match so lewd?

Instead of asking that question though, he asked another. "Hello miss, why have you taken your gloves off? Are you wanting this to be bare knuckle?" He asked politely, tilting his head slightly.

[MR. Q]

Enlil's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she glanced down at her bare hands, then back up at her towering, nude opponent. She hadn't expected him to strip completely – the sight of his large, erect penis made her squirm uncomfortably in her seat.

"Uh, I... I'm sorry!" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt utterly exposed and vulnerable, both physically and emotionally, as she stared up at Huang's imposing figure looming over her. "I guess I should put my gloves back on..." She was just getting some air on her hands, the gloves themselves being too large for her delicate hands.

Reaching for her discarded gear, Enlil tried to steady her trembling fingers, her mind reeling with questions about why someone of Huang's caliber would agree to fight her, a complete novice in this arena. She couldn't help but wonder if there was more to this bizarre matchup than met the eye...

Meanwhile, Mr. Q began counting the money he is getting paid for this show.

Mmmmmmmm, lots of Mollah.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

If there was any doubts Huang had before, they were long since gone now, this girl was clearly not ready for this type of match, and he secretly scorned the person who had made this fight possible. He did not want to bully the poor girl, but he also did not want to give the crowd a poor showing. After a brief think, Huang decided to try and act as if he was bad, even though her was actually just holding back.

He stepped forwards and put his gloves up for the prerequisite tap and waited for Enlil to join him. He smiled at her, and winked at her, as if to show her that he meant no harm and he would hold back, as to not injure her. Once the gloves were tapped, Huang got into his fighting stance, but allowed Enlil to get a few shots off, to see how hard she could hit.#

"Oh, Huang Huo is the name. Forgot to introduce myself" The dragon said, completely forgetting to introduce himself to the debutant

[MR. Q]

Enlil's heart skipped a beat as she watched Huang step forward, putting up his gloves for the obligatory tap. The way he winked at her, along with his playful grin, seemed genuine enough to put her somewhat at ease. At least, compared to the sheer terror she'd been feeling mere moments ago.

Taking a deep breath, she mirrored his stance, her smaller fists clenching and unclenching anxiously within her oversized gloves. This was it – the moment of truth. Would she be able to land a solid hit, or would she simply be a tiny, futile speck against her massive opponent's defenses?

"I'm Enlil," she managed to squeak out, trying to sound brave despite the tremble in her voice. Then, with newfound determination, she threw a quick jab towards Huang's jaw, hoping to test her aim and gauge his reaction.

That's when the new problem arose.

Enlil can't reach his head. Even standing at her tip toes, she cannot reach his head as she tries to jab it.