The Expedition finds another illegal Gestral fight arena in the sky, but this one isn't concerned with combat. Here, a great warrior is measured by sexual endurance, and an awestruck, blushing lune finds herself fascinated by the chance to 'learn more' about Gestrals.
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Another arena in the sky, the flying domain of some strange Gestral commotion that the group were sure would be the same thing they had seen before; an illegal Gestral fighting arena away from their normal home and away from their chief, Golgra. And such arenas had in the past been the domain of Maelle; the duellist's fluid posture and terrifying ripostes made her the best of the Expedition force for such a duel. But as she held her sword aloft, the Gestrals at the front screeched and shook.
"No! No weapons, put it away!" shouted one of the Gestrals. "What are you doing? We do not fight this way."
"With weapons?" Maelle asked, sheepishly putting her rapier away. "This is an arena. How do you fight if weapons aren't allowed?"
"A great warrior is more than just a brute! Here, we practice a different excellence. We do not fight with weapons or with fists. The true champion of this arena shows the true strength of sexual endurance"
"Sexual?" That provoked some steps back from Maelle. "I will not be fighting in any such arena."
"Yeah, I don't think I'd call that the kind of good times I'm looking for," Sciel noted with a deep sigh. "Maybe if it weren't Gestrals."
The two of them turned back toward Lune, expecting her to be in agreement with them, or perhaps even the most vocally objecting of the trio. She'd want too back to Esquie where the boys were waiting. This would be sane. instead, Sciel and Maelle were met with Lune's cheeks flush and her eyes wide, a trembling surprise and the clear conflict of guilt across her face.
"You can't be thinking about it," Maelle balked.
"Lune, don't," Sciel begged.
But Lune took a nether couple steps forward. She couldn't shake the fascination reaching across her, making her thoughts tighten and her body ache. She found herself compelled to ask, driven into a state of shivering uncertainty and intrigue down to one simple fact; her love of Gestrals. She'd been distracted by them since they moment she first came upon one, to the frustration of her companions, turning her from an objective-minded voice pushing them forward to being awestruck over the mere existence of Gestrals, wanting to stop everything they were doing to study and observe. Now, she was on perhaps the most drastic and insane of these surprises, committed with big, beady eyes to something that seemed like so complete a distraction from what they were meant to be doing.
"Is there a prize?" Lune asked. "For being the champion of this arena?"
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Lune shivered against the bindings of frayed rope digging into her ankles and her wrists as she braced herself with tightened breath and a shaky sense of uncertainty. Stripped fully naked, her modest breasts, her slim form, and the black runes and gold trim tattooed down her body to channel her magic were all exposed, not only to her companions, but to the assortment of Gestrals all gathered around. She was suspended in a sex swing of sorts, a makeshift and ramshackle construction befitting of the clumsiness of the Gestrals, but one that held firm enough that the wriggling of her body didn't make it creak or crumble any. Whether it would hold up to whatever the Gestrals would do to her was another question; a moment of lucidity finally washed over Lune after eagerly signing up to be put through some kind of sexual gauntlet by Gestrals that she now has to contend with under a pretty frightening prospect.
What did Gestrals even do for sex? Did they have genitals?
In theory that was supposed to be what she was here to learn about, an enlightening glimpse into the true habits and workings of these creatures. Maybe she could have tried asking questions instead of so eagerly signing up for this; this seemed all a bit too demanding, the strange panic of knowing she didn't have a good way now out of this situation.
The first Gestral dropped down into the arena dirt with a loud thud, a hefty, bulky one who marched proudly forward with his gaze set on her. Lune's lips trembled a little bit, the realization of what she was in for as this big Gestral marched over to her, and she had no idea what she was actually about to do with all of it. His confident strides came with the enlarging of something between his legs, not the natural rising of a blood-filling cock, but the sudden burst of a blunt, wooden dick between his legs that held unyielding and steady as he strode forward. Lune tightened up all over, her entire body clenching in a swell of confusion and uncertainty, realizations that she was about to face so much more than she was built for, but the choice seemed like it was deeply out of her hands now, as far as she could have imagined, in fact.
Lune tried to be strong for what was about to come, only to feel the slam of the Gestral's cock driving into her with a harsh, impaling vigor, her body clenching up in a sudden burst of frustration and panic under the insistence of the harsh sensation striking her. A gasp of unrestrained excitement and confusion washed across her. She hollered out through the panic, through a swell of confusion and embarrassment washing madly across her body. She didn't have any way to prepare for the harshness upon her, the steady and blunt insistence of a pressure that made her body shudder and twist in mad confusion. She didn't have a good way to manage all of this, the crushing reality check making her head spin and keeping her in a swampy fog too wicked to be able to process.
Hard, quick strokes carried the Gestral's dick in a maddening push to make he give in, the struggles and shudders of a feeling making her have to struggle for sense, smothered by the persistence and chaos of what swept across her. It was too much too fast, the burning insistence of a desire dizzy and baffled, something built from the ground up to be too senseless and mad for her to know how to take care of all of it. Powerful strokes carelessly pounded into her, the blunt insistence of such a big penetration catching her so hopelessly off guard, and she didn't know how to contend with it. Cries of confusion spilled out in mad and earnest surrender, body shuddering in efforts to make sense of what now came crashing down upon her.
An arena of cheering Gestrals watched on in delight as the persistence of every mad stroke sent this spectacle into senseless overdrive. Lune's body received the harsh reality check of wild strokes. She was so full of dick, her body thrashing about under this attention, calls for some sort of mercy or steadiness while she got pounded into. Her body moved with twisting, struggling confusion, an earnest effort to try and contain herself falling completely to pieces under the demands and the frustrations taking her now. She didn't like it one bit, but the madness behind all of it was something she felt she had no choice but to completely melt for. Firm and unforgiving, the cock offered no give; it was hard wood, built to pound away in unyielding domination that was simply her body's problem now, and nothing she could do would save her from that ugly reality check, the merciless panic crumbling her thoughts down into nothingness.
"I can handle this," she groaned, clenching tightly to receive it. Cries of wild panic spilled form her lips, following after her with an insistence that she couldn't in the midst of these hazy and dizzy confusions. She was lost to so much pressure all at once, the stubbornness and the panic of things making her have to give in to deeper confusion, struggles of a mad pressure insisting upon her something ugly. Lune was not a woman who threw herself too often into sexual ventures; she had no time, and certainly expected a little bit 'more' from a partner than would ever allow her a flirty fling. But there she was, strung up in the arena, a Gestral's cock slammed into her, and her body was suddenly receiving a hard crash into every reminder and stormy claim over her, the dark and harsh reality of having to contend with the fact that her lack of experience surely only made this harder.
Unstoppable strokes crashed down against her body, so much more than Lune expected, and as he fucked wild moans out of her, the hazy insistence and surrender felt like something pushing her clearly over the line into frustration and confusion, into the merciless euphoria of a heat that she struggled to hold it together under. She didn't know what to make of these sensations, but the struggle behind each stroke was something that tore hard across her. She'd never felt so lit up with earnest confusion and electric bliss in her life, the chaotic need to throw herself right in to this and allow it to be her undoing. Almost too earnestly, Lune allowed herself to unravel for this bliss, the lustful crushing of her thoughts in a fit of pure excitement, euphoria that could drag her down into its depths with mindless indulgence and an insistent push to break her apart completely.
Inescapable, crushing ecstasy ripped across Lune, the throb of a feeling she couldn't shake and a bliss making her have to crumble fully for the weighty heat coming down upon her. She had no idea how to manage it, but she felt doomed to crumble, falling apart while the lust imposed upon her the weight of pure insanity, the insistence and the chaos of having to crumble for everything making her lose her mind. She loved all of these feelings, their most potent and deranged delights creeping over her with simple-minded insanity, obsessive and intense and forcing her to crumble while her head spun and the idea of giving in became a more and more strained possibility. The wicked panic and pressure behind all these feelings ripped her asunder, the burning shame and the embarrassment tat made her feel completely lost, the powerless chaos and panic that made her have to crumble under this.
When she came, it was a wailing burn of confusion, the throb and the heat of thrashing bliss, her screams and her ecstasies leaving her powerless, embracing the wild release and the frustration of a chaos making her unravel, the sweet madness to allow to ruin her in sublime surrender. She felt incredible, but also madly frustrated, the wild shame and the embarrassment of throbbing heat wearing her down, the burning worry and the panic and the panic of just losing her mind. She struggled against her bindings, lost in the outrageous greed and the panic of a pleasure leaving her drowning in smothering ecstasy, lost to so much pleasure and finding it impossible to hold this all together. She crumbled for the lust upon her, outrageous bursts of a greed too euphoric and wild to handle, the excitement she had to give up to deeper. It was too much, so spectacular and enticing. She couldn't do anything with any of this, the downfall rapid and demanding, a breakdown that had her babbling out in confusion.
But holding strong.
Gestrals had a very unique idea of what sexual endurance meant; one was done when they demanded it be done, based around the revocation of consent, especially in such a strong, warrior-esque capacity as this. She was in combat, and though Lune struggled in aftershock spasms from her orgasm, she was still intact. That meant she could handle more.
The cock pulled out of her, Lune having properly handled herself against one lover. Sure, she was breathing heavy, shaking where she lay, but another was quick to hop it. "Another?:" she whined, her eyes widening. This wasn't how the past arena efforts had gone at all, but before she could respond, the winches rigged into her sewing released, dropping her to the ground as the ropes were fed a ton of slack. A strong hand rolled her around and then the winches yanked back, criss-crossing her arms and forcing her legs up and back as she hung now upside-down, powerless to stop this. "I did not agree to th--" She tried to object, but another Gestral's blunt, wooden cock rammed into her before she could, and all that came out instead were a flurry of vulgarities.
She cursed up a storm while the Gestral rammed her from behind. With her round ass stuck out and vulnerable, the round, wooden body slamming down on her brought on a much different sensation, not only bringing on the feeling of being stuffed with cock, but something far too close to the sensation of being spanked with a heavy wooden paddle. Each thrust bore down harshly like a strike upon her, the surge of a pain she didn't have it in her to process, but the blind attention to her ass added so much to the pressure and the panic of struggling through this, all of the burning worries keeping her falling deeper, melting into embarrassment without a shred of control left in her now. There was a lot to have to contend with, all of it infuriating and intense while she was slammed into.
The Gestral grabbed the main rope suspending her, holding it steady for control and leverage while he rammed into her cunt from behind. Unlike the last one, who was very silent he yammered on, "A weak warrior made of flesh can never outcompete a Gestral. You are soft, you are frail, and I will break you." His body heaved forward in unstoppable, stormy persistence.
"I am not frail!" yelled Lune. "I will – fuck, fuck, putain, no, I will not break!" This inspired something stubborn in her, the infuriating swell of a reality making her feel all the more furious under this. She was being challenged, her expression one of pained confusion, but the storm of desire behind it was something she felt determined to fight off, giving in to this with a stubborn insistence making her have to give in deeper. The persistent, maddening storm behind her was something utterly deranged, the unstoppable burn that continued to wear at her. She had to be strong and endure against this no matter how intense and maddening this was.
"Oh no, she's going to keep trying," Maelle remarked.
"Do we intervene?" Verso asked. "If she's going to be too stubborn to say when she's done, then she might not ever pull back, and that's going to be trouble."
"Not with how outnumbered we are; look around," Sciel remarked. "She'll need to say when she's done."
Monoco sat in contemplative silence, clutching his staff and waiting.
Thrashing in unending frustration, Lune held strong while her ass cheeks and her pussy received the overbearing and harshly placed attention. It was uncomfortable in ways that made the reality of these pressures all make much more sense in context; of course these men made of wood were rougher and harder fucks. She didn't let that intimidate her, though. She couldn't. Stubbornly committing herself without sense to these crushing worries, she held strong with a teeth-gritting insistence, stubborn and ready to work through these shames without much hesitation, knowing she had to do something to process all of this wild insistence. It felt like just what she needed in the throes of this stubborn disaster, a mess she held strong under no matter how intense it got and no matter how forceful these thrusts became. She couldn't break. She refused. There was too much at stake now for her to be willing to let this get the better of her.
The tug of the ropes hurt, the strikes of his body against her ass hurt, every stuff of his cock crammed into her snug pussy hurt. But losing would have hurt more. It would have hurt her deep down instead of just on the surface, something that drove her into anger and frustration and fury while receiving the overbearing demands that challenged her, feelings she struggled through while determined to hold it together now. "I am a great warrior," she insisted through gritted teeth, demanding respect and refusing to allow herself to fall into the throes of despair under all this attention. There was too much happening and all of it was excessive, but she held steady and received it like a champ. She had a fire in her belly now, and Lune refused to let this Gestral intimidate her. She could be strong, she could endure, she could withstand.
And maybe, under the weight growing pain, find some guilty sense that she maybe liked it, a little bit.
Another orgasm ripped through her, the tiring swell of passion and obsession getting to her, the surging obsession and bliss of wanting to give up to the outrageous and maddening bliss, draining lusts leaving her to give in fully. Lune howled out in defiant, feverish passion, doing what she could to grasp her control of this mess and all of its wildest, ugliest passion. She was stubborn, senseless, dizzily losing herself. Her face was bright red, a sheen of sweat over her skin while she shook under all these wild shames, the burning confusion and all of the weirder confusions now. There was nothing decent here, but she was ready to give in fully to this all. "I'm still here!" she screamed, head thrown up to the sky, body shuddering through pure madness, the throbbing insistence and insanity leaving her to want to fully fall to pieces, giving in to these burning adorations, fawning passion and warmth.
"If you thought that was enough to stop me, then I'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't think I've yet seen a great warrior!" Lune bellowed, even with her tomato-faced panic, even while her breath raced so hard. She could hear her pulse under the pressure upon her, thunderous insanity and an insistence keeping her struggling, but she was determined, stubborn, refusing to let anything get in the way now of her control over this situation. The inescapable chaos upon her was a simple and deranged one, and the steady build of passion inside of her left her furious and overbearing while strengthening her focus on this situation. It was a fucking mess, but it was a mess she remained determined to meet. She had to be.
Dropping down to the floor were not one, but two Gestrals.
"That's not fair, these are one on one duels!" hollered Verso, rising to his feet. "That's cheating."
"They are brothers," called many of the Gestrals. "They fight as one!"
"Brothers," he said, incredulously.
"Brothers? I will handle both if I must!" Lune struggled under the excitement of trying to gird herself under this insanity, just in time for the two to descend upon her. The ropes were dragged into a new position, with her legs released by her arms tightened up to drag her up, spreading them out and leaving her in a position with her sore ass and abused pussy both ready for claiming.
They leapt into action with their huge cocks rammed into her holes in unison, the driving insanity and insistence of pressure forcing her into deeper panic, into confusion and passion while giving up ever deeper, unable to do anything but crumble for it. Lune's body was sandwiched between the two forms, the crushing persistence and the chaos of something demanding only more from her, the throbbing insanity and demanding chaos of getting put through the wringer. They were too quick, too brutal, too violently committed to all of these throbbing attentions. Their twofold aggression wasn't simply a matter of taking on twice as much, the force-multiplying insanity of their cocks bringing her into such a worse state of utter delirium.
But it also felt amazing, maybe.
The oversized dicks stretched her out so hard, stuffing her full of dick and rendering unto her pure oblivion, the crushing insanity and greed of strokes out to make a mess of her, to violate her and break down her thoughts with a hopeless wreck of confusion, a maddening chaos she was desperately lost to now, struggling to understand anything happening to her. She felt these crushing demands all make her feel a bit too hazy, the overwhelming demand and frustration of a chaos forceful and maddening, imposing upon her the sheer excess of being filled up with two cocks at once, the burning insanity carrying her to let herself unravel. This was a thrill for Lune. It shouldn't have been, but once she got into it, the senseless relief came so easily, the burning insistence of pleasures making her feel the desires coming undoes across her body, the weight of a feeling she couldn't possibly ignore.
Her ass wasn't ready for how much filled it, but the tandem stuffing of her pussy left her even more overfilled, stuffed full of more cock than she was meant to take and left struggling to contain herself, holding strong to the weight of there overbearing attentions, feelings driving her crazier and crazier with the warming insanity getting to her. "Don't you fucking dare stop," she hissed, refusing to hold back as her hips jerked between these cocks. "Come on. Give me more."
A hard, wooden hand struck her across the face, an impact that made her clench up in masochistic excitement, a flare of pain that finally felt energizing. She groaned and grunted and received another for her trouble, the brutality of something harsh and wicked, the overbearing madness to keep her falling into dizzier, more ruinous shame now. She didn't have any idea how to contain it, but she took another strike. Then another. The cocks continued to drive into her holes, her body growing more and more sore, the direct wood-on-ass sensation of each crashing thrust fuelling her bitter refusal to bend. She held stronger than ever and proved herself with the frustration and the determination of a woman determined to give in deeper. She wasn't going to let anything get in her way now.
Why was she doing this? Lune wasn't even sure herself in the deluge of tiring sensations and brutal lusts coming down upon her. This was a fucking disaster of a situation, the worrisome burn of a feeling ripping her apart, making her feel the dragging weight and shame of having to fight off, with bitter panic, the exhaustion wearing at her thoughts harder, the race to the bottom that tore her thoughts to pieces and continued to drive her crazy with this hopeless lust. It made so little sense to her, but she continued to strive through it in stubborn insistence, refusing to resist this. It was demanding, it was tiring, it was fucking painful. But Lune held strong through all of it, and as she came, her screams became even more fitful and deranged, the crushing warmth that kept her loving every mad second of giving up to this conquering insistence, a thrill she absolutely refused to let intimidate her. She needed more of it. Only more of it. It was a need at this point that she could not ignore, and she refused to let anything get in her way as she succumbed to it in full.
"Is this the worst any of you can do?" Lune screamed, now fired up, ferociously committed to this mess. "Maybe none of you are warriors great enough to stop me. I am here still, I can keep going. can you?"
The question, "Hey, where'd Monoco go?" came from the stands, from Maelle realizing the expedition's Gestral friend was nowhere to be found just in time for a sinking realization to wash over the group.
He hit the dirt with a loud thud, smacking the rope pulleys with his staff to disengage all of them, dropping Lune to the floor. Everybody watched on in surprise and in disarray as he rammed his staff up her ass and then seized a fistful of her shoulder-length black hair, pulling firmly on it and presenting her his cock by ramming it directly down her throat. Lune wasn't given any time to set in to the realization it was Monoco, one of her allies, fucking her, but the fact it was wasn't something she could allow to get in the way of her or to stop this mess. Perhaps, most strainingly, because he was hard at work facefucking her in ways she couldn't do much about anyway.
"Gluk gluk gluk gluk gluk," she went, down on all fours and staring up in awe at the way that her companion threw himself so madly at using her. The sharp violation of these attentions left little in the way of sense, the crushing insistence and insanity of strokes meant to overwhelm her and meant to challenge her without a care. Unrestrained aggression compelled him to use her harder, the thorough derangement of thrashing panic and greed pushing him along. There wasn't anything reasonable about the downfall she wasp lunged into, but these maddening insistence brought her so low and so panicked that she felt like she had no choice but to earnestly throw herself into her own ruin. She held firm against the ground while Monoco used her, while she took on another punishing round.
Did she like pain? The idea seemed impossible now for Lune to ignore while the Gestrals brutalized her and tested her sexual limits. She felt herself lost in the storm of maddening passion, a throb of indulgence compelling her to lose herself deeper, unable to process all of the most wicked and most brutal of these feelings, passionate beyond reason and wanting to throw herself as deep as she could now into this chaos. Maddening, throbbing passion dragged her lower, spectacular in its heat and in the warmth it offered. The harder this scrutiny bore down on Lune, the more out of her mind she felt in giving up to this, struggling for composure while gagging and drooling on the cock of one of her companions, melting into complete obedience in the process. There wasn't any decency or control in this, undignified spectacle and chaos guiding her to the limitless bliss of losing her fucking mind, uncontrollable greed and warmth driving her up the wall as she surrendered to it all, left with no choice in the matter.
With her limbs free, Lune offered the most defiant sight she could; a hand slipping between her legs, fingers jamming into her cunt with a clear and determined push to prove that she could handle even this, that she was undaunted, unashamed, stubbornly committing herself to the exhausting weight of these panicked lusts coming crashing down upon her. She was steadfast and stubborn, that she could not be stopped. Even with her mouth plugged up with Monoco's cock, the sensation of deepthroating a wooden dowel while having a fuzzy blanket rub against her face, she wasn't only able to handle it, but she was getting turned on by it.
Her face was as red as it could be, even turning faintly blue due to lack of air, her cunt not drooling as much as her mouth was while spit painted everything and got everywhere. The stubborn demands and insistence behind her every motion was something she reveled in, finding herself capable more than she maybe should have been, throwing all sense away for the pleasures ripping across her and for the chance to surrender to these demands and delights. Nothing could stop her, and she was happy to endure all that Monoco could handle, sure to see her companion in new lights, but finding herself able to deal with the demands upon her. She even came on her fingers in shuddering ecstasy, ass bucking up into the air and body proving to be durable and steadfast in receiving all of the madness upon her, a crushing delight sweeping without care through her entire form at once.
Monoco pulled out, gesturing proudly to Lune, proclaiming her, "A true warrior!" to the raucous approval of the Gestral crowd, who cheered along with the situation. "Thew most durable, most fearsome of warriors this arena has ever seen. None better!" His cock was spit-shined and dripping with her spit while he swatted her in the face with it.
"None better!" the Gestrals echoed back.
"We're going to have to have a talk with Monoco after this is done," objected Maelle.
"Unbelievable," sighed Sciel.
"I didn't think he had this in him," Verso muttered.
But another pair of feet hit the ground, and did so hard. "An arena, without my approval?" Golgra, the chief of the Gestrals, had leapt up to the sky and arrived to the commotion of a crumbled, all-fours Lune stuck down in the dirt. "You..?" It wasn't the first time she had fund the humans of the Expedition in one of these arenas.
"The eighteenth arena I've stumbled upon in the last thirty days, and you are here again. I'm even more pissed now; be afraid, for I am going to enjoy this dance."
If there were ever a moment for Lune to be lucid and to put a stop to this, it was now. Rising to her feet, fuck-drunk and with her legs trembling, Lune found it impossible to. She was covered in spit, sweat, her face sore, her ass aching, her entire body drained and exhausted. But she held strong. "Maybe you'll be the first one to give me a challenge," she hissed.
Golgra charged forward, seizing Lune by the throat and yanking her up off of the ground, curling her other hand into a fist and ramming it up into her cunt while she held her up by her throat, strangling her in a show of harsh, greedy spectacle. Golgra was not to be trifled with, chief of the Gestrals for a damn good reason and ready to show that now with each harsh gesture to stuff her full. She went right for the very mortal weak point of her throat, of her need for air, and happily choked her, letting gravity even do half the work as Lune's legs dangled off o the ground and the weight of her body being pulled toward it granted pure leverage.
But she was stubborn, determined now as she could ever have been, ready to handle the worst of these attentions. She smiled a sick smile and even spat in Golgra's face, a defiant burst of almost bratty submission from the staid and composed mage, whose steadfast and straight-laced pursuit of the objective had fallen madly by the wayside now to sexually experiment with Gestrals. It earned her quicker gestures, a harder squeeze around her neck. "If I can still speak, then you're not fucking me hard enough," she hissed, and as Golgra's hand did indeed clench tighter, Lune's eyes rolled back in mad ecstasy.
Her friends watched on fearful it was just about time to intervene, horrified by the display of lust and masochistic self-destruction from Lune. At least until Monoco climbed back up into the seats and insisted, "She's got this."
"She's got seconds left of air, is what she has," Sciel said.
But Lune refused to let anything get in her way. Stronger, more stubborn, she held as steady as she could while these burning shames lit her up in igniting passion, the pleasure and the warmth that continued to demand that she give in completely. But Lune thrashed in Golgra's grip, and even let her legs thud harshly against the sturdy wooden torso of the Gestral holding her up. She was determined through each flare of stubborn defiance to hold it together, refusing to let up and proving to be a reckless mess whose self-preservation seemed distinctly out of the question now. She was desperate only to keep holding strong, fighting against there attentions with a storm of mad desire and aggression.
Lune felt invincible now. Even while Golgra's quickening, hasty motions worked to undermine her, she felt herself in a place where all she could think about was holding to these feelings and resisting the crushing weight of hopelessness. She was determined to outlast this, her entire body aflame with the mingling mess of pain and ecstasy and desire that hit her. The brutal fisting she received was an attempt t overwhelm her, but one that she held strong in the face of, a smile remaining on her exhausted face, hair matted down by sweat, body simply spent, but the delight within her unmistakable. She was determined with each stubborn motion to resist the intense pressure upon her, a chaos carrying her to love everything that this offered her, an unstoppable urgency and a passionate greed she felt herself eager to give up to.
It was energizing, empowering, keeping her there even while the darkness crept into the corners of her vision and Lune strained to keep any sense of composure upon her. Golgra's fisting didn't let up, the deep penetration and the feeling of fullness paired now with a lack of air, with a punishing determination to make her black out in what would surely be a knockout loss for her if she let it be. But she wouldn't let it be, no matter what it took, and Lune struggled hard against this mess to prove herself with each push. She was struggling through all of this, a straining confusion and a panic leaving her to have to fall into hotter panic. Misery throbbed across her in unreal shame, the crushing worries and neediness that left her completely hopeless here, the burn of a euphoria like she had never known before, and under this stubborn swell of shame, all she could do was accept the messy chaos ripping her to pieces.
But when she came, she did so screaming in defiance, roaring to the sky as her pussy gushed from the intense fisting she received, a stubborn pulse of swelling pride and chaos and pure, reckless greed while she proved herself an indomitable force of nature, a thrashing, howling wreck giving herself to the crushing ecstasy of having to go all out and let herself go. She was unstoppable, she was powerful, and she came all over Golgra's arm while fighting with every last bit of strength in her to remain conscious.
Then, she was on the ground, Golgra dropping her down and stepping back while the Gestrals burst into an even wilder eruption of cheers for their great warrior, who had even endured their chief in a show of power that deserved only the greatest respect for how truly unstoppable she was. She was, in that moment, the greatest warrior this arena had ever seen.
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Nobody said much at camp. The flicker of the fire was a potent distraction for everybody to stare into, simply allowing themselves this moment to be calm and to be hopeful while trying anything they could to not face the awkward day they'd had, one nobody wanted to actually speak of for worry of what it might mean.
But Lune really, really wanted to. The grim silence over camp frustrated her, a lack of ability to revel in her insane victory and in the potential to howl out her excitements in greedy fullness. She had to, though, right? "Well, I can understand if it's uncomfortable for anyone to want to celebrate watching me get slapped and fisted to a 'victory' of sorts. But I feel incredible! And I think I will go celebrate the way I wish to." She rose from the log she sat on and placed a hand on Monoco's shoulder, brushing coyly along it. "And perhaps further explore certain awoken things in a private place that will not keep you all up at night."
The others watched on, still silent, but beleaguered and frustrated as Monoco shambled his way up to his feet. "Well, I could certainly do with any kind of fight, but this one seems to be more interesting." He happily began to walk alongside Lune, with a hand planted firmly on her ass, striding off to somewhere isolated where they could be loud and they could fuck hard and nasty, as painfully as Lune's masochism could take them.
Lune wasn't done being a warrior yet. If anything, it was just beginning, and the group all resolved in that moment to not let her near the Gestral village ever again.