H1 Climax Tournament Hentai Match
Victory to be awarded by hentai fall/forcing the opponent to climax. The winner will advance to the Final Round of the H1 Climax Tournament
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Sister Chastity looked out at the masses of LAW, say them cheering from the stands, watching them from the ringside area. Beneath her placid eyes and hollow smile, something burned and seethed, a cruel spirit that yarned to reach out and scour every last one of these wastrels. These were the lowliest dregs of mankind, ones who would travel from all over the world, cross the oceans, pay exorbitant sums, all to fuel their most base desires little more than animals, slaves to their instincts.
Fools. Wretches. Infidels. They had no idea what was coming, couldn't see the carnage that awaited. Deep within, the soul within Chastity’s soul hungered, craved the chance to devour them whole, but she kept it check - for now. She had been doing so for weeks since the trio set foot in LAW and staked their claim. It was an impatient sort, far more so than one would expect from a being so old, growing anxious as the day of judgment approached.
Patience. Patience was key. Chastity was of the same mind, but she knew the value of waiting, especially when their goal was so close at hand. Two more matches, and the golden prize would be theirs. The fabled hentai belt was more than just a hunk of metal and leather, no - it was the key to the entire hentai division, and with it, they would demand the world's attention. All they had to do was snatch that little bauble, and the star of Wormwood blazes…
”Hey, snap out of it.”
Chastity blinked and turned to her compatriot, coming back to reality from the haze she had been. She got that way sometimes, when the voice spoke to her, losing herself in the moment. All at once, she was back - she and Prudence were hanging around the ringside area as their leader, Sister Lucia, paraded about the ring, reveling in the crowd’s disdain as her theme music played, more than ready for their semifinal match.
Prudence looked over at her with a furrowed brow, clearly concerned. ”You alright? You spaced out again.” She tilted her head to the side. ”Please, please, don’t tell me you were talking to the voice again?”
Chastity sighed, familiar with the skepticism in Prudence’s voice but dismayed by it all the same. None so blind as those who would not see. ”Oh, ye of so little faith.” She shook her head. ”I was, in fact, speaking with the voice. He wishes us well - this progress pleases him. Greatly.”
”That’s…good? I guess.” Prudence put her hands on her hips and focused forward again, looking towards the entrance curtains as the music died down. ”Just keep your head in the game, okay? We’re close, we don’t need your weird shit right now.”
”Language, dear sister.” She wagged a finger to the giantess. ”And fret not. Our focus is precisely where it needs to be.”
That explanation didn’t seem to satisfy Prudence, but it would have to do for now, as Lucia’s opponent for the semifinals made her way to the ring. The penultimate challenger: Kama Kameleon.
"Halfway there," Kama said to herself, standing at the gorilla position as her next opponent and her congregation performed their entrance. A numbers game was nothing new to the deity, having dealt with Sylvia's Golden Girls numerous times in the past. It was never pleasant, having to divide her attention so much, but that didn't mean she couldn't do it.
That didn't make things any easier on her, however. Kama'd just have to do what she could, pushing past the nunnery. The hentai belt was so close she could taste it, even feel it around her waist. Her feud with Sylvia denied her any opportunity at any belt, and she was almost there for the one she most coveted. Spoiler
Her music quickly began, cuing her entrance and shaking her from her thoughts. Kama quickly stepped onto the entrance stage, arching her back to accentuate her curves, hand on hip and one finger barely on her lips. She basked in the depraved audience's cheers, letting their worship wash over her, before sauntering down the ramp. Spoiler
Her hips swayed side to side, teasing the onlookers, but her gaze never left the nunnery. Sister Lucia had to be skilled, despite what her occupation implied, to make it this far. Not to mention having been able to eliminate Eirina, the belts first champion, in the opening rounds. Though the deity didn't see any of the girl's matches before, she already knew to be on edge.
As she approached ringside, the deity sprinted and dove under the ropes, pushing her upper body up and puffing her chest out one final time, as her music finally died down. Kipping up, the deity went to her corner, crossing her arms under her chest and cooking an eyebrow at the prioress. "So, have I haf a religion this entire time, or are you just building up for some punchline?" She taunted, deciding to get the first verbal jab in before the blond went on some sermon and talked down on her.
Another woman Sister Lucia knew precious about, other than having a love for alliteration or being a fan of Culture Club. As she hung back in her corner and tested the ropes, she formed a mental image of what her foe would be like. To get here, she would have to be a fair deal sluttier than the rest, a true slattern debased and debauched. It made for a disgusting mental image, and she steeled herself in preparation.
The reality turned out to be so much worse. The woman who came down the ramp was clad in a crude outfit, overly gaudy, putting her body on full, shameful display. She didn’t seem to have an ounce of restraint, as her naughtiest bits hung out and flopped around with every step.
It made for an utterly disgusting display, one that left Sister Lucia gasping as the audience cheered. She was so aghast that it took her a moment to respond to her foe’s puerile taunts, but when she did, it was with a sneer and a waving finger.
”The only punchline here is you, you, you…” She huffed. ”...floozy! Have you no shame? What would your mother think of this depravity?”
Nonetheless, Sister Lucia fought through her repulsion and began to make her way towards the center of the ring, raising her arms in defense as she neared. The sooner this was done with, the better.
Kama looked her opponent up and down as she seemed to stun the poor girl. Lucia looked absolutely appalled by her, likely due to how little the islander wore. Something that definitely became apparent once the blond poorly responded to her taunt.
Even if bringing up her mother, and her lack of knowledge how Kama was earning the money she sent them, did sting a bit.
"What Ka-chan doesn't know doesn't matter," Kama shot with a a hint of shame in her voice, erased soon after as she continued. "Besides, the point of all this is to remove clothing, ya know~ Call it a divine blessing I just make it easier for you girls~" Kama grabbed her breasts, lifting them before letting them fall in a hypnotic jiggle. "Oh, or are you a 'sister of the cloth,' aside from your blasphemous ways~? I can work with that to, if that's you kink~"
The deity stepped forward as Lucia did, rolling her neck and shoulders to work out any knots. Once she was before Sister Lucia, standing a full half-foot taller, the deity smirked and got into her own stance, waiting for the bell. "I hope your orgasmic screams are better than your taunts are."
Hm. Rather tall, too, wasn’t she? Not a skyscraper, but a fair bit taller than Sister Lucia, a good deal wider, too. Most other women would’ve been intimidated wrestling someone who so greatly outweighed them, but she was undeterred - after all, Goliath was bigger than David, and who won that encounter?
She winced as the woman jiggled her breasts, putting on an obscene display, but Sister Lucia honed her senses and pushing past the glamour. She would not allow herself to distracted by their roundness, their softness, their pliability. She would not let herself think of the way they might feel in her hands, squeezing and touching and groping and-
No!
The bell rang and Sister Lucia was glad for it, returning her to reality. Instead of a slow start, she opted to kick things off on a high note and bring the fight to her foe. She ran in and lashed out, quick as whip, to throw a couple of swift roundhouse kicks at Kama’s knee, looking to hobble her from the outset of this match.
Kama smirked, catching the momentary lust that flashed behind the nun's blue eyes. Not that she blamed her of course, standing before a personification of sex appeal like herself. Oh was the deity gonna enjoy this.
As soon as the bell rung, Sister Lucy moved like lightning. Once she was close, the nun suddenly threw a quick roundhouse to the islander's knee. Kama hissed in pain, seeing a second quickly follow up. Rather than do nothing, however, the deity moved to catch the kick.
"Did little ol' me fluster you that much~?" She'd ask if she was successful, before following by rolling into a dragon screw. Kama would then quickly rise up, before going for a leg drop across the nun's throat. "Good~"
While the Lord blessed her, she was still human and still subject to the flaws and whims that came with such an imperfect form. She was not beyond lust, but she knew how to marshall her senses…most of the time. She had to admit, though, that there was something uniquely alluring about Kama, something she couldn't quite quantify, a siren spell weaving its way into her mind.
Sister Lucia would have none of it. She moved in quick, hoping to put this woman down in a hurry.
It didn’t work out that way.
She cried out as her legs were seized and she was sent rolling away, a wild path that ended with her on her back. She blinked and looked up in time to see Kama coming down on her, but not in time to do much about it.
On her neck. Right on her neck. The blow hit hard and sent Sister Lucia into spasms, making her crawl away on hands and knees while she coughed, her spittle staining the mat.
Kama smirked as everything was executed perfectly. Sister Lucia was easily laid out by the dragon screw, and wasn't able to recover before the deity's leg drop. The holy woman was left struggling, trying to crawl away from the larger islander.
"Aw, what's wrong~?" Kama asked, walking over to catch the nun before she made it to the ropes. "Did I go too hard to fast~? I only was reciprocating that harsh kick you gave my knee." The islander bent down to pick Lucia back up to her feet, the deity leaning in, pressing her chest into the blond's back and swiftly latching her hands to the girl's breasts. "I can go softer, if you need~"
Confidence exuded the deity, kneading softly at Sister Lucia's tits. While a part of her may have wondered how the nun could have gotten to the semi-finals given their current predicament, she wasn't going to complain. She had a firm set of tits in each hand, the hollering crowd, had her chest squish and rub into her opponent's back, and was starting strong. So long as those were true, she didn't really need to give much more thought to things.
Unless something stopped her, Kama would soon lean backwards, going for a boob plex. She wanted to keep the sister in her dazed state and easy to handle. Before this match ended, the deity intended to make Sister Lucia realize who she should truly worship.
From the sidelines, Prudence watched with a hand over her face. This was getting off to a bad start.
Of course, it would probably always go bad at some point. Things tended to go that way with Sister Lucia. The woman had real talent, one of the best high-flyers she’d met, quick as a whip, but she drank a little too much of the Kool-Aid sometimes and believed that having God on her side meant she only had to try half as hard as everyone else. Prudence had tried to warn her that she was pretty sure having faith didn’t mean you could be lazy, that relying so much on divine guidance would put you in places like the one she found herself in now - getting hoisted up by her breasts squealing as she rose, helpless as the woman flung her through the air with the kinkiest variation of the German Suplex.
Or maybe not so screwed, because as Sister Lucia went flying, she kicked her legs up and overrated, rolling through and coming down on her feet, with Kama on her back right in front of her. It was a golden opportunity, and thankfully, Sister Lucia wasn’t so up her own ass that she couldn't see it.
With a war cry, she leaped up, tucked her legs in, and attempted to drive both of her heels into Kama’s chest, trying to nail her into the canvas with a vicious double stomp.
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