Halia Half-Elven vs. Annie the Arcanopath

More renders in the folder on my regular site:
http://myds6.deviantart.com/gallery/50822255/Enferia-4-Annie-Halia
This one isn't how the story happened, but I couldn't resist positioning those arms this way even before the story got that far.  So if you don't want to see non-canonical images, um...don't look:
http://img217.imagevenue.com/gallery/loc1116/596_1751_EnferiaMisc.php

Very nice, as usual, Myds. I quite like the non-canonical images, as well, and had the malfunctions occurred earlier, that's probably what would have happened.

(Thanks! I'm glad you enjoy them! I do it partly for you guys and partially to give me something to illustrate other than the products of my very own dirty mind, which are fine products to be sure, but a bit predictable after years of living in my own brain. This site gives some new input, and sometimes I can resurrect my old ideas and add them to the mix.)

(( liking the renders a lot too! Good use of improvisation and the tools you have, sir, and as usual it's very hot stuff. Can't wait to post later this afternoon/evening))

((Thanks, making the golem arm pack was tricky--I used three "steampunk robots" with invisible bodies and a "bunny" backpack with invisible ears, arms, legs, and tail! I really like Annie as a character. (Halia's great, too...but she's not new around here) I can't wait to see what happens next. ))

((I can't wait, either. This match has been awesome so far.))

((sorry bout the delay! I was feeling kinda sick when I finally got home last night... for the record I could probably continue this 'fight' for another month and not get bored of it, heheh...))

Halia whimpered and moaned softly at all the stimulation. It was bad enough when their stiff little pointed nipples were grinding against each other. Now their crotches had been positioned such that their labia and swollen little clits were slowly mashing against each other in a gradually quickening circle.

"What?" she asked innocently. "I was just saying it's a nice butt. She had Annie's bum in both her hands at the time, squeezing apart each cheek simultaneously and savoring the feel of her ass as she gripped and released it. Her naughty fingertips were taking the opportunity to probe that very sensitive place, or at least get near it, when she felt the smooth, vibrating arm rubbing between her own cheeks.

"Oh!" and her eyes went wide. "So that's how you want to play it, hmm?" she laughed, sliding a finger right up her crevice to her smooth little hole and poking at it gently with the fleshy bit of her finger. What she didn't immediately put together was that Annie wasn't controlling any arms at this point, much less those, so when she felt the metallic fingers brush against her asshole, she yelped again and withdrew her hands. "No fair! Mine don't vibrate," she squealed, thinking that pressing her fingertip firmly against Annie's tight little hole might dissuade her from probing any further. The action had the involuntary effect of pressing their pussies together more firmly when Annie and Halia's hips both moved away from the groping hands behind them, eliciting another inarticulate moan from the half elf.

She caught her own face on the viewing sphere and cringed for a moment, but peeked an eye open when she saw the nozzled arm positioned above their bodies. She gasped as the cool, clear lubricant gushed down between them, their smooth, youthful bodies practically squeaking as they ground together. "Mmmh!" she moaned, biting down on her lip as the arms moved slightly faster, her engorged clit brushing circles against Annie's. Daring to look up at the viewing sphere once more, Halia was mortified to find the sight of their bodies being rubbed together from beneath their spread thighs.

This view was provided, possibly, so that the crowd could see the nozzle-arm reposition itself beneath them. While their crotches were thoroughly lubed before without the help of the arm, the malfunctioning mechanisms seemed to decide that each girl needed a healthy squirt of the cold, clear liquid in and around their asses. Halia yelped involuntarily as the stream caught her across the buttocks then seemed to stop and aim the thin stream between them. Annie had a similar reaction as the arm methodically moved over to her and sprayed her ass down.

The two of them were quite a sight, shimmering in the sun, flawless bodies rubbing together. Halia's face was bright red and she seemed to be losing control more and more. She noticed with once again wide eyes but said nothing as a thin metal finger slid its way into her anus, just up to the first "knuckle" on the hand. She was breathing heavily, but biting down on her lip, when she decided to return the treatment to Annie (thinking it was her doing still, somehow). Her soft little finger circled Annie's backdoor, poking softly until she penetrated her up to the knuckle. Feeling the robot hand vibrate inside her ever so slightly, she panted again and wiggled her fingertip inside of Annie.

"Wow," she gasped gently, her face still close to Annie's. "That's... kinda nice... pervert," she managed to giggle, craning her head forward to give her a voluntary, passionate kiss. It was sloppy, like the rest, but it had aim this time as she suckled on the inventor's lip, nibbling gently. She slipped her tongue back past Annie's soft lips, massaging her tongue again... and did Annie feel Halia's hips moving voluntarily now?

Halia slid her finger in up to another knuckle, pumping it in and out tenderly, then gasped into the kiss when the golem arm presumably did the same. With another little gasp Halia felt the kiss break, and she moved her hands reluctantly away from Annie's ass -- she felt the arms moving them just a little bit apart.

"What's going to happen now, then? Is it over..?" Halia asked with a hint of disappointment, still more or less entirely held up by the arms. She seemed to be sitting in them more like a hammock than fighting against them as she had been, despite the way her body was lewdly stretched out.

"I think we're all wondering the same thing!" the announcer boomed, ever-ready to remind the girls they had a huge audience. Halia cringed and glanced up at the announcer's box to shout some snappy retort. It wouldn't have been the first time she shouted up a fat joke. When her tender little lips opened to call out to him, though, Halia found the smooth, marble "wand" on the end of that one arm sticking into her mouth suddenly.

"Mmph!" was all she could shout as she noted the suggestive shape of the wand. Her brow quirked in confusion, as if wondering what the purpose of this smooth, ivory-white phallus like thing was was. The head of it sat in her mouth and gave her very little time to speculate -- it was thrusting gently and intrusively. Perhaps out of an instinct to appease it, Halia wrapped her lips around it and sucked gently, her face turning a shade redder (if that were possible). She shot an accusatory glance at Annie only to see that she was going through her own sort of ordeal.

Annie remembered what the purpose of that 'wand' was as well. It was a prototype device, used to transmit sensations... often of a particular sort, and influenced by the subject matter at hand. It was a very versatile, potent device for scientific study, and although it still had some kinks to work out, it was currently very successful at simulating and transmitting sensations to its owner, Annie. In short, Annie felt like she was getting a phantom blowjob from Halia. To the crowd it looked like Annie was squirming from something else, and that the effect was merely to humiliate Halia, for now.

Indeed, Annie had something to squirm away from. Amidst the very confusing, startling stimulation her phantom 'limb' was receiving, the inventor saw her 'depilation wand,' another prototype, sitting above her. The little pink gem sat in the fingertip of one of her golem arms, hidden beneath the hinged cap. The fingertip was open, revealing the glowing pink gem, and filling Annie with some dread. Apparently this one had yet to learn to follow orders, but operated with some intent from the owner as well. It had been a mix of pleasant and unpleasant, having Halia's pubic hair brush against her repeatedly, and she imagined Halia felt the same about her modest patch of hair.

What her conscious intentions were didn't seem to matter to the arms now, though, as a pink beam of light shot from the fingertip and touched just the top of Annie's dark little mousy patch of hair. It moved very slowly, creating a tingling sensation, and Annie watched on the viewing sphere above as the beam of pink light meticulously seemed to burn off her pubic hair in neat little strokes. At least the device worked well -- within fifteen to twenty seconds Annie was left with a totally smooth, bald crotch.

The announcer didn't even have any witty remarks, his eyebrows just raised in amazement. Meanwhile, Halia was appeasing the 'sensory' wand, flicking her tongue along the underside of it every time it withdrew from her mouth to let it breath, then taking it back between her lips with a loud, lewd, slurping noise and a little whimper of protest. Her little pussy ached for attention; her labia were still swollen and pink, and her clit was still stiff and protruding just a touch. She seemed to be whimpering to Annie, not to be let go, only to be brought back together.

Before that could happen, the lubricating arm seemed to think Annie's crotch needed some treatment since her oiled-up pubic hair had been cleanly removed. Another cold gush squirted right on her crotch, dribbling down her pussy lips and dripping to the sand...

Annie let out a tiny, mortified squeak as Halia's soft fingertip gently wiggled around inside her tight little puckered hole.  And tight it was: Even when she decided to start being a bit more vigorous in her teasing, Halia would find that she wasn't able to push her finger in past her first knuckle.  Regardless, the small, teasing fingertip forced Annie to buck her hips oh so gently, pushing her little swollen clit right up against Halia's, as it was still protruding from her tight little lips just a smidge.

"Wh-Who's the pervert...?" Annie murmured softly between sloppy kisses, right up against Halia's gentle, kissable lips.  "Y-You're...ohhh...the one with...w-with your finger in my b-butt..." the mousy girl stammered before Halia leaned in and began gently sucking and nibbling her bottom lip.  Annie moaned softly at this, her brain hazy and warm.  Before she even knew what she was doing, her arms slipped around Halia's small waist, holding her as she shyly slipped her tongue into the half-elf's mouth for a sloppy, but very gentle kiss.  Halia might even have been surprised by how very tender Annie was being right then, especially considering how embarrassed the little naked inventor was.

It was short-lived, however, as the two of them were slowly pried apart by the arms, leaving them both suspended naked in the air.  Annie had quickly covered up with her hands, despite the futility of it all considering what the crowd had already seen.  She was about to voice her own opinion that the match really should be long over, but before she could say a word, it seemed her humiliation was not yet complete.

The Sensory Transmission Wand (patent pending) had forced its way right into Halia's open mouth, and was beginning to slowly piston in and out in an extremely suggestive manner.  If she hadn't remembered its function before, the sudden sensation between her legs reminded her immediately.  Annie moaned lewdly as Halia began to gently suck on the wand, transmitting that sensation directly to the inventor, based on the situation's context.  It really was a remarkable machine, if she did say so herself.  Unfortunately, she was finding herself wishing it was a little less remarkable right around the time when she felt herself getting a blowjob without actually having the equipment for it.  That didn't stop her from feeling it in what she could only describe as a phantom limb; Every.  Single.  Time Halia's soft lips began to gently suck, and especially every time her wet little tongue flicked across the underside of the wand.

Annie writhed and squirmed in her "hammock" of hands as she felt every smooth, sloppy movement of Halia's lips and tongue, her hands covering her face in shame as she heard the crowd cheering and yelling all kinds of lewd comments about her body.  Despite her embarrassment, however, her cute, strawberry nipples were just as stiff and erect as ever before, and her tiny, sensitive clit was still peeking out from its little hood; which, of course, the crowd was easily able to see, thanks to the viewing sphere's attention.

At that moment, however, Annie spotted the Depilation Wand hovering over her, bright pink gem aimed lazily at her crotch.  The shy little inventor's eyes went wide as saucers.

"Oh no...Oh no, no, no, no!!  Y-You can't!!  Don't!!  N-Not here!!" Annie pleaded desperately as the wand began to shimmer.  The thin, precise beam of light began to meticulously burn off all of her dark little mousy patch of hair, and within twenty seconds, Annie's tight little pussy was left as bald and smooth as Halia's.  Annie's face somehow went even redder as her hands flew to cover up her bald little pussy, tears of ashamed embarrassment prickling at the sides of her eyes.  She wasn't going to cry.  She couldn't cry.  She was the winner, right?  She just had to get the upper hand again, declare her victory, then run as far away from the arena as possible before anyone could get another good look at her.   Oh, but it was just too humiliating.  But she couldn't cry!  She wouldn't!

As if this weren't bad enough, the nozzle hovering under her apparently decided she needed some more lubrication, since her slippery wet pubic hair had all been removed.  Annie's hips bucked again as she felt the squirt of lube dribble right down her pussy, between her tight, smooth lips, and began slowly dripping into the sand below her.  The sensation of liquid against her bald pussy was suddenly far more intense than she'd expected, now that she didn't have the benefit of her fine, mousy patch of dark hair for a thin layer of protection.  Direct contact was entirely possible now, and it was all Annie could do not to start moaning helplessly.

However, this wasn't the worst of it: As the firm, vibrating finger continued to gently tease inside her little puckered anus, Annie noticed one final arm: One with six very long, very thing thin wires where its hand should have been, each one tipped with a small suction cup, and Annie knew exactly what that was for.  It was a device for mineral or liquid extraction, in case she needed to draw water from a far-away stream for further testing.  If that one was malfunctioning, she couldn't even imagine what it would be used for now.

She didn't have to wonder for long, however, as three of the six suction cups whizzed towards each of the girls, two of them resting on their stiff, sensitive nipples, and the third capturing their little swollen cits.

The mousy inventor squeaked and squealed as the cups began to gently suck at her nipples and clit, her naked toes splaying out involuntarily once more.  Again and again, oh so slowly, she felt her most sensitive spots getting gently sucked and teased, her nipples feeling tighter and tighter with arousal, and her little button all red and standing at attention.

"Oh!!  O-Oh gods s-stoooooop!!  Halia, I-I'm not d-doing th- ooooooh gods, pleeeeease..." Annie moaned helplessly, now feeling a firm hand slapping against her bare little bottom.

She was getting spanked!  On top of everything else, now she was getting spanked in front of the whole crowd!  And to her infinite embarrassment, she was actually...finding herself curious as to how she'd like this were she alone.

The mousy girl's hips bucked again and again, feeling the gentle pressure against her nipples and clit, Halia sloppily sucking the sensory wand, the slippery lube dribbling down between her bald little pussy, and the sudden humiliation of having her small, soft butt spanked in front of the crowd.  Her eyes filled with tears of embarrassment, arousal, and especially embarrassment towards how very, extremely aroused she was becoming.

"H-H-Halia!!  OW!!  S-Stop sucking th-this instant!!  OW!!!  Y-You need to s-stop right now!!  OOOOUCH!!!  P-Please, you d-don't know- OUCH!!  Th-There are so many p-people here!!" Annie begged, blinking back her tears.  Her cheeks were bright red, and even the tip of her little nose was getting rosy from trying not to cry.  She actually looked absolutely adorable like this, a fact the announcer gladly pointed out between comments about how sopping wet she was.

She writhed and squirmed and squealed and her naked toes splayed out helplessly once again as she felt every single one of her inventions tease and humiliate her at once.  Meanwhile, Halia was enduring a very similar treatment, as the suction cups began to gently suck her nipples and clit as well, and one final hand began to spank her, as well...

The sensory wand pulled itself out of Halia's mouth, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva drooping between the phallus and the half elf's lips for a moment.  Catching her breath, she noted the way Annie stopped gasping when the thing left her mouth, then put two and two together.  This was some sort of magic device that seemed to be giving Annie pleasure...

Halia squirmed about and writhed in the grip of the golem arms, her mouth perpetually hanging open now in a mixture of ecstasy and humiliation.  She moaned, letting her head hang back to gaze up at the viewing sphere, and her heart jumped as she saw the suction cup arm come whipping out.  She didn't know exactly what was about to happen, but she knew it couldn't be good...

Halia sucked in air sharply as the little cups latched onto her firm nipples and her sensitive little bud.  The half elf had never felt anything like this; the sensations going through her were overwhelming, and she was getting stimulated from so many different places.

"Ahhhnn..!" she moaned, arching her back into the suction cups as they tugged and sucked on her taut, darkening nipples.  Every now and then one of the suckers would lose its grip and come popping free with a little wet noise, letting her tit bounce perkily before latching back on.  Every time this happened she let out a louder moan, and when one of the cups released and recaptured her clit, she cried out in outright pleasure.  Halia hazily noted the suction cups giving the same "suck and release" treatment to Annie, not far from her. The announcer was definitely getting a kick out of this.

"I want everyone to give another round of applause for the winner here. In case there's some confusion, she's the one who just got her kitty shaved by one of her own inventions..!" he quipped, drawing laughs, jeers, and clapping from the audience. "Let's give it up for Annie the Arcanopath!"

With the audience's laughter ringing in her ears, Annie felt little cold streams of lubricant hit her body intermittently. Usually, it would apply a hard jet of the clear liquid to wherever the suction cups had just released -- or some other sensitive area. The viewing sphere presented the view from behind and below Annie, almost mischievously -- the crowd was still murmuring its amusement if not laughing outright. Annie's small, reddened butt was occasionally being slapped by the golem arm, which was embarrassing enough when displayed for everyone, but the inventor had to watch as her own inventions gripped her ass cheeks and spread them open. From this angle, her tender pussy and pucker were clearly visible; they could see everything and they were laughing louder for some reason. It became more apparent when the lubricating nozzle on the tip of the golem arm made its way down there and shot one of its periodic bursts of the cool, slick oil right against her anus. The viewing sphere switched perspectives, now -- the audience was treated to a reaction shot from Annie's furiously blushing face. As the inventor squirmed out of reflex, she felt the suction cup over her clit pop loose and send waves of pleasure through her body, only to have the nozzle come right around seconds later and apply a fresh squirt of lube right to her little nub.

"I, for one, think this little girl desperately needs some funding, based on what I've seen here," continued the announcer with mirth in his voice. "Then again... I think maybe those arms are perfect just like they are!" he boomed, and the audience supplied more cheers and applause.

The viewing sphere seemed to give Annie a break, or perhaps have had its fill of Annie for the moment as it showed Halia's round, taut little ass on its surface. Halia was watching in a mixture of sympathy and extreme arousal when her eyes widened.

"Oh!" she yelped as a golem hand suddenly swatted her bum.  She bounced with each little spank, a pink hand print beginning to appear darker on her buttock with each smack.  The mechanical hand began to pick up in pace, smacking Halia's rear from underneath repeatedly, and fast. The half elf didn't have too much excess meat on her (with the exception of her hips and ass maybe), but somehow the spanking was making her bounce in all the right ways. The moans and whimpers picked up as her ass began to turn a bright red. "Nnnh..." Halia's eyes rolled back into her head for just a second as she involuntarily bucked her hips against the suction cup on her clit. She hadn't thought there was much that could happen in the arena to make this situation more humiliating, but getting spanked by a mechanical arm somehow had a cumulative effect. Like Annie, she felt like she might cry. Not because she was humiliated, necessarily, but because she wanted to get off so badly.

Her eyelids had gotten heavy, it seemed, and she bit down on her lower lip as she gazed over at the inventor. She was so adorable to her, especially in this moment of vulnerability... why couldn't she have met her outside the arena?  This was nice, but there were so many people watching, and studying their bodies.  All the same, she wanted to make her feel good -- maybe that would appease the arms..?

Halia found that one of her limbs had enough slack to move around.  Very suddenly, she grabbed the phallic wand on the end of the golem arm and yanked it closer to her.  The tentacle-like wand seemed to recoil for a moment, as if trying to get away in alarm.  The very animated, lifelike thing wiggled in protest as Halia brought it between her legs and rubbed the tip of it against her slit.  As if to confirm her suspicions, she made eye contact with Annie as she rubbed the sensory wand's length between her labia, teasing it and herself.  Eventually, the golem arm stopped protesting, and, on the contrary, it aimed its head forward and slowly began to penetrate Halia's cunny.  She moaned immediately at the additional sensation of the hard thing inside of her as the now aggressive wand begin to wiggle and squirm around, drawing more gasps and writhing from her.  Her head fell back again, and she saw the viewing sphere displaying her penetrated cunt, the marble-like wand sliding back and forth between her tight pussy lips.

"I... can't... take..." she gasped, unable to finish her thought.  Watching herself get fucked, close up, and seeing Annie's reaction were all too much for her.  Halia's pussy quivered, her toes curled up, and she began to shudder, hard.

"Nnnh... fuuck!" she cried out in uncharacteristic vulgarity as orgasm wracked her body.  Her juices seemed to squirt out of her and drench the already well-lubricated wand. She made quite a sight, hanging there in the arms' grips. Her sweat was mixing with the oil all over her body, making her pale curves and slender frame glisten in the sun, with little rivulets dripping off of her. Her legs were still splayed wide open and her hands were held behind her back -- the viewing sphere made sure to show off her tender hole and the phallus now moving more slowly in it, it moved down between her legs to her spread ass cheeks and her smooth pink little asshole that clenched as she climaxed, and it finally went up around her hips, along her smooth little tummy flexing slightly, to her perky tits getting pulled by the suction cups that occasionally came free and latched back on.

The half elf was panting and exhausted, thoroughly humiliated, and starting to get sore in a number of places. Her heavy lidded eyes rolled over towards Annie as the phallic wand seemed to slow to a stop, teasing the both of them, and she bit down on her lower lip. She didn't know how much more of this she could take..!

"Annie..?" she breathed quietly. "Just give in..." she panted. Halia's pleading suggestion was deeply sympathetic, as if she just wanted her to feel good. Then again, in the haze, it occurred to Annie that, maybe, the arms weren't so much malfunctioning as she was failing to control them, perhaps..? The thought occurred to her briefly, whether it was true at all was another matter. She didn't have time to ponder it. Halia's hips lowered just a bit, as if trying to tease the sensory wand back inside of her...

((Man, amazing post, as usual, Cerindclvr! I've got a few hours to post this morning, so I'm just waiting for a bit of PM feedback from you before I finish up the fight. ))

For any interested parties, I'll finish the fight up tonight after work.

The tiny, relentless suction cups sucked and teased Annie's firm nipples and reddened little nub, popping free each time it seemed most opportune, causing her small tits to bounce playfully each time.  Each wet little pop elicited a helpless moan from Annie, and a jeer or chorus of laughter from the crowd.  Feeling as though she might die of shame, she lowered her head as she squirmed, her mousy brown hair partly obscuring her beet-red face.

She could hear the crowd laughing and teasing her, and she could hear every word the announcer was saying about how she'd just had her pussy shaved in front of the whole arena.  They were all watching her small, firm butt getting spanked over and over again, until it was a healthy, shy shade of pink, just as her other set of cheeks had been a few minutes prior, before things had gotten serious.  Worst of all, Annie was watching all this, too.  The viewing sphere wouldn't leave it alone for some time, in fact.

As the sphere's humiliating, tantalizing view of her bare, smooth pussy and little puckered anus came and stayed in view, even as the nozzle-arm sprayed another cool blast of lube right inside her tight backdoor, Annie squealed with embarrassment and sudden arousal, kicking her legs furiously as the suction cup on her tiny clit popped free.  Squirming and bucking her hips, Annie felt her whole body clench as another stream of lube was gently squirted - almost dripped, really - right onto her little swollen clitty.

"Ohmygosh...nnn..." Annie gasped oh-so-softly, just enough for Halia to hear while no one else could.  In her current state, she probably hadn't even realized Halia could hear her.  She was too caught up in how completely helpless she was to escape her embarrassing predicament.

And then, without warning, Annie felt the phantom limb return, creating a warm, slippery sensation that enveloped all the right places she didn't actually have.  Her eyes wide and confused, Annie met Halia's half-lidded eyes as the petite little half-elf slid the marble wand inside her little pink treasure.  Annie moaned and fidgeted right along with Halia, staring into her keen, clear eyes as the two of them rode Halia's orgasm out.

"H-Halia...o-oh gods, don't- ohmygosh I-I'm gonna...I-I can't!! N-No, I won't- mmm..." Annie whimpered, bucking her flared hips along with Halia's, helpless to stop herself from enjoying the sensation of being held on the very edge of her orgasm, much to her shame.

Annie hadn't realized just how cute and pretty Halia was until a few minutes prior, but oh did she notice it now; her current situation seemed to help, too, oddly enough.  She'd never admit it in front of the arena crowd, of course, but her red face wasn't only from embarrassment.  Somehow, some way, the mousy inventor had grown unbelievably turned on by what was being done to her, and what was being done to Halia, as well.  She hadn't yet begun to cum, but she was so very, very close.  It was only sheer stubborn willpower that was keeping her from creaming herself in front of the whole arena.  She couldn't let herself be shamed that much.  She had to take control.

And as Halia's sloppy, sweaty, immensely satisfying orgasm wound down, and Annie felt the golem arms slacken entirely around the two of them, she knew what she would have to do in order to salvage this...

Wobbling towards Halia on two shaky, trembling legs, Annie knelt down next to where she'd been placed on her back by the arms.  She met the half-elf girl's pretty eyes once more.  Gods, why couldn't they have just met in a nice, private hotel room or something?  Annie had never been particularly assertive when it came to sex, but she had a feeling the two of them would have been able to come up with something perfectly nice for the both of them.

Regardless, Annie now found herself taking the wand out of her opponent's hands, then prying her slim legs apart ever-so-slowly.  A teasing smirk lit up her blushing face.

"He's right, Halia.  I'm the winner.  I just need to show everyone that I really did come out on top." Annie explained, inadvertently giving Halia a clear look at just how shy and sheepish the mousy girl's expression was.  Whatever she was about to do, it seemed as though she would find it terribly embarrassing for the both of them...

Once Halia's legs had been sufficiently spread, giving the viewing sphere another lovely pink pussy to spot, Annie began to gently rub the top of Halia's clitoral hood, coaxing her tiny, swollen bud out of hiding once more.  Once she'd done that, Halia would feel a small, feminine finger slip inside her sopping wet folds.  She didn't have time to contemplate the consequences of her being gently fingered by Annie Everest, however, because just moments later, she felt a small, slippery tongue teasing her clit...

Annie was going to make her cum in front of the whole arena again.  Only, this time, it wouldn't be a machine making it happen...

One...two...three...Annie's warm, wet tongue licked aaaaaall the way up Halia's tiny, pink pussy again and again, gently teasing her finger into the half-elf girl's tightly-clenching cunt. It mat not have stretched her like the wand had, but as Halia gasped and squirmed and squealed, she would feel a tiny, shy smile from Annie, right up against her sensitive little reddened nub.

The mousy little inventor knew she was doing a good job, and despite her obvious embarrassment, she wasn't going to let Halia go until the whole arena saw her cum again.

((Edited, since I realized I was a little sparse on details ))

((posting an update here that's as much for mara as it is for everyone else -- gonna be another day or two before I have time to post, but it will happen. I deeply look forward to returning; just wanted to keep you all posted!))

((Thanks for letting me know, Cerindclvr. Trust me, I'm very much looking forward to it, too.))

The half elf lay panting in the sand, her small breasts heaving up and down on her chest with each breath. She tilted her head up to look at Annie as she approached, blinking a little bit with confusion as the inventor crawled towards her. Her body was exhausted, glistening, and now coated with several patches of sand where she'd touched the ground. Her pussy, which was once again displayed on the viewing sphere, seemed more tender and reddened than it had ever been.

"Wh-what are you about to do..?" she asked with a hint of apprehension or dread, wondering what could possibly be next. She let her thighs part, compliantly, and lay her head back as she instinctively covered up her breasts with crossed arms. Her orgasm, in addition to exhausting and satisfying her, had allowed her to come back to reality. That is, she was feeling a whole lot more self conscious and ashamed now. The crowd was shouting things about her sexual orientation and about the unusual nature of what has just gotten her off, in no delicate terms.

"Well folks, it looks like Annie's finally got a handle on things, namely Halia. Let's see how the winner takes her prize..!" shouted the eager announcer.

"You... you didn't cum..?" Halia whispered sheepishly, looking down once again and feeling her heart jump in her chest as Annie leaned her head towards her swollen little clit. "Oh!" she gasped as she felt Annie's finger tease her protruding little nub out of hiding. Her hips bucked just a little bit, and she shut her eyes again tight when that finger easily slid inside of her.

"H-have you done this before..? Maybe we could just go somewheeere..." she mewled, biting down on her lower lip between gasps and moans. Her insides were hot and slick, and seemed to grip at the inventor's finger as Halia gradually began to writhe in ecstacy. She was being deliberately fingered by Annie Everest in front of over a thousand people; her head was spinning. Then she felt a tongue, a tongue!, begin to flick over her clit.

Her wordless gasp was loud and turned quickly into a moan as she involuntarily found her hands bracing the back of the girl's head, more encouraging her than gripping or guiding her. She kept her creamy thighs wide apart as she moved her hips gently against the fingers, sucking in a little breath every time her little button was teased. Something about Annie's declaration about what she was going to do to her had driven her a little more wild, as if curious to see the mousy little thing's dominant side... all sorts of things were going through her head.

"Yes... mmhh... right there," she moaned, ever so softly, through parted pink lips. Her eyes had shut tight and she was obviously trying to ignore the jeers from the crowd. There was a mixture of different crude suggestions, everything from "yeah! eat her pussy!" to "that little pervert can't get enough! she's gonna cum again!" all of which made her face burn a little bit. She actually tried to hold back this time, but couldn't. Every time she felt that tongue run up the length of her slit, her whole body shuddered. She bit down again on her lower lip, letting out muffled whimpers as she finally gripped Annie's hair and forced her face hard against her clit. Her hips were bucking and she was screaming now; Annie felt Halia's body tremble as juices shot out of Halia's hot, clenching pussy.

"Nnnyaah!" she screamed, still adorable some how, as the look of ecstasy twisted up her face. Her little hands had a tight hold on Annie's head throughout her tremulous orgasm, the relaxing signifying that she was done. Leaving Annie Everest's face coated in her fluids, she gradually slumped back into the sand, panting harder than before and mewling with a general sense of exhaustion and humiliation. She swallowed once, taking a slow breath and bringing both hands up to her red face to cover it.

"You win, Annie," she whispered. "Shall I do you now..?" she asked subserviently as she uncovered her face to peek down at her.

((sorry for all the delays! This was, in fact, an amazing match.))

((That was awesome, Cerind! I gotta say, I'm more than a little tempted to have Annie take Halia up on her offer. Your descriptions are, as always, really damn hot. Annie's just a little too shy for that right now, though. I'll post tonight after work, and then we'll have to continue this at the Ripped Bodice, and see where that takes us. I see some very, very nice things in their future. who knows? Halia may even get a chance to see Annie's cute, submissive side this time... ))

One...two...three...up...up...up against Halia's little swollen clit...Annie's tongue teased and pampered the cute little half-elf's tender, reddened lips and slit, her slender finger staying so gentle even as Halia squealed and came. The helpless, wriggling redhead would almost feel like her sensitive little nub and flushed pussy lips were getting a soft, tender massage, coaxed over the edge because of just how overstimulated she was at that moment.

All the while, as she helplessly held Annie's head down between her legs, Halia would feel the inventor's blushing cheeks right up against her inner thighs, indicating just how embarrassing her opponent was, as well. It seemed that while the mousy little thing did have a bit of a dominant side, she was feeling nearly as ashamed as Halia herself. It might even be enough to make Halia wonder what Annie might look like were their positions reversed...

The only response Halia got when she asked about Annie's prior experience in the finer points of eating out pink, hairless little pussies was a tiny, sheepish mumble right up against the half-elf girl's swollen little nub. She couldn't make out what the mousy little inventor had said, but it was a low, soft vibration right up against her most sensitive spot, which was likely what finally triggered her messy, sweaty, toe-curling orgasm.

Coming back to her senses as well, Annie scrambled to her feet, Halia's cum still lightly coating her lips and the very tip of her little button nose. Blushing beet red, Annie slung an arm across her small breasts, using her other hand to shyly cover her bare, smooth pussy lips. Grinning sheepishly for the crowd, she was once again highly aware of just how many people were looking at her naked body.

"U-Um, I...m-maybe- uh, I-I mean..." Annie stammered shyly, then hurriedly added "A-About meeting somewhere! A-After this! N-Not in a- I-I mean not like this, um..." This was getting nowhere. Despite having clearly come out on top in the end, Annie was quite clearly mortified, even as Halia, red-faced and adorable, submissively offered to lick her out in return. That was just entirely out of the question, though! Annie had to draw a line somewhere, after all.

The announcer hardly had time to re-announce Annie's victory before the mousy little thing scampered out of the arena, hands still shyly covering as much of her naked, blushing skin as possible. She'd pick up a change of clothes on her way out, of course, and she hadn't even stayed to ask the queen directly for her funding, but in the heat of the moment, she could only think of getting away from the prying eyes and taunting jeers of her audience.

It was only later, when Annie Everest finally got back to her room at the Ripped Bodice, that she was able to relax. Away from the eyes and ears of those who had seen her most intimate, sensitive secrets. Now that she was alone, she could finally wind down.

Well, maybe not immediately. After all, the thought of petite, playful, teasing little Halia kissing and licking and sucking and fingering her in front of everyone was still fresh on her mind. She hated the thought of being so utterly dominated like that. She hated how dirty and exposed and helpless it made her feel. She hated the thought of Halia's hand slowly, gently cupping her bare, newly-shaved pussy, her delicate finger sliding up against her smooth little slit and coaxing her clit out of its little hood...

She must have hated it, right? So why was it that she spent the next forty-five minutes sprawled out naked on her bed, making herself cum over and over again to the thought of Halia holding her down and splaying her out and just taking her...?

Annie hadn't really thought about it before, but...She couldn't really be into being watched, could she...?

As her third orgasm left her panting and sensitive, Annie's naked toes idly stretched and curled again and again. The mid-afternoon was cool and sleepy. It seemed the mousy little inventor now had quite a lot to think about...

((Aaaaaand that's that! I gotta say, Cerind, that was an amazing match. Lots of fun to write for, and your posts for Halia were top notch; not to mention pretty darn hot, as well. I'm very happy with how things turned out. I'm going to be starting a Ripped Bodice thread for Annie in just a bit, where hopefully we can get some additional interaction between Halia and herself. For anyone else who was following the match - assuming anyone else was - what did you all think? What were some of your favorite bits? What would you have liked to see that didn't end up here? I'm always looking for ideas to consider.))