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TW: I’ll be honest with you, this is pretty heavy stuff. If you’re worried that any of the above might be too much, don’t read on

Side note: Please let me know what you think. This is my first time trying erotica, let alone something this heavy

Even from her spot in the shade, behind the large, iron portcullis, she could feel the heat radiating from the sands outside. The murmur of the crowd on its other side made her heart beat a little bit too fast and her hairs stand on end. *Barbarians*, she wondered to herself.

Anise checked the leather straps on her shield, ensuring they were fastened tightly and swung the short sword around, feeling for the weight. Nothing like her Dawn Riser, but it would have to do. Here, in this moment, she knew this was the last bit of peace she was gonna have for a long while. No prisoners sneering at her, no guards watching her, just a moment before she had to fight for her life.

The portcullis began to rise, iron creaking on stone and the rhythmic sound of chains echoing in the small chamber as slowly the gateway into hell opened before her. She stepped out into the sun, willing to get this over with.

“From the far off lands of Veria, Anise Diminutia, the Halfling Warrior!”

The crowd cheered as her name was announced, and she felt the hungry eyes of the spectators fall on her. As a Halfling, even at the age of 29, she was by nature small, at least in comparison to most of the humans, elves and orcs gathered around her. Standing at 4’5”, her armour did little to offer any meaningful protection, as the leather hung uselessly around her chest, waist and upper legs, offering no protection to her neck, head, arms and legs; a design choice she was sure was deliberate.

The leather especially restricted her chest painfully, a fact she was somewhat grateful of for the fight ahead. Her flat stomach was on full display, a small silver piercing catching the light. The fools had even applied make-up, *for a fucking fight*, she wondered, no doubt to portray her as the posters promised. Black lipstick, green eye shadow and black eye-liner all added to the allure of the gorgeous but deadly Halfling of East Veria! They had been unable to do anything about her hair, which she had braided while waiting for the portcullis to rise. No doubt they had hoped she would let her hair down in thick tresses, but there was not much they could do to enforce that. The make-up however, she had to leave intact for now. No amount of spit and rubbing would clear this off cleanly, and she couldn’t risk the harsh chemicals getting into her eyes.

At this point, she heard the sound of another portcullis rising to her left and turned to face her opponent. The crowd cheered as a tall, broad, muscled Orc stepped from the shade and into the light.

“From our very own city of Rendun, please give it up for the Hammer of Terminus, the Breaker of Shields, The Wedge of Antilles, Garrus Reeeex!”

The crowd cheered again, but this time lower, and more guttural. Hoots and chants began to disseminate through the crowd like wildfire, eventually settling on a steadily building “Garr-us, Garr-us, Garr-us.” Garrus lapped it up, raising his arms to his fans. He was dressed far better for combat, wearing a helmet wrapped in a turban to help withstand the sun’s scorching rays as well as a lightly padded tunic. It might stop some of her slashes, but provided she could get a good thrust it wouldn’t do much. She scanned the rest of him for armour. Was that a bit of chainmail poking through? That could be a issue. The legs though, relatively unguarded, with a short skirt for dignity and sandled greaves. The legs were a great target for her anyway, given his 6’2” frame. If she could nick an artery in his thigh, all she’d should do is stay out of reach long enough to wait for him to bleed out.

Her main concern was the large, one-handed hammer that rested on his shoulder as he waved and posed for the crowd. Even if it hit her shield, that thing with the Orc behind it could shatter her forearm in a single blow if she wasn’t careful. She would need to focus on dodging and redirection.

At that moment, the first gong sounded.

“Thank you all for coming to this, our 515th Lunar Tournament! I know you’ve all been waiting for this particular fight for some time, so I won’t keep you waiting any longer. Fighters! Begin!”

A second, louder gong sounded. Anise had seen enough fights through the bars in her cell to know what happened next. She dropped into a low stance, shield in front of her, sword poking over the top, pointing at her opponent. She made a silent prayer in her head. Garrus smiled playfully, twirled his hammer and began his approach.

“You know,” Garrus called out, loud enough only for her to hear and not the spectators, “it would be boring, but you could agree to take the fall. I do love the sport, but if you want to take it lying down, I’d be happy to go easy on you. They might even take pity on you and spare you.”

30 feet and closing.

She cracked a smile of her own, “And miss all the fun? I’d hardly be living up to my name if I did that, now would I?” 20 feet now.

Garrus laughed at that, a gravel-filled belly-laugh, “I like you. Okay, have it your way.” He shrugged and charged, closing the gap with frightening speed. Anise immediately dropped to her knee and kicked her foot out in front of her, breaking into a slide as her greaves took the impact and friction. She swung her sword out to her right as she passed by. Her aim was off, slightly, and most of the blow was absorbed by Garrus’ shin protection, but as her momentum carried her, the swords edge ran along the side of his calf and opened a small wound.

“Ladies and gentlemen, first blood is drawn by Anise Diminutia!” The crowd gasped in shock, then cheered emphatically. Disgusted, she stood once more and turned to face Garrus, who was examining his new wound.

“Not bad half-pint, not bad. You’ll have to cut a lot deeper than that to satiate me though.”

The word choice struck her as odd. But now wasn’t the time to focus on semantics. Now was the time to press. She charged forward, shield up in front of her, blade positioned behind it so as to mask her intent. He took the bait just like she knew he would and without looking threw her shield above, displacing the arcing hammer blow as she instead lunged forward with her sword. The metal connected with Garrus’ chest, but as she suspected met immediate and heavy resistance as it came into contact with the chain-mail underneath his padded armour. She swung her sword out to the side, freeing its point from one of its ringlets, ready to aim a slash at Garrus’ thick, upper leg, when his other leg swept up to meet her. It connected with the back of her knee, dropping her down.

Knowing that on the ground she stood little to no chance she threw herself forward with everything she had, breaking into a roll across her right shoulder and springing up again to build as much distance as feasible. She felt a heavy, dull, metallic thud behind her and turned in time to see the hammer leave the sandy ground and come sailing for her head. She ducked around and under the swing and, with the momentum, swung wildly in a desperate bid to relieve some pressure as the towering Orc chased her down. She found some success as the sword clanged against the rib cage, unable to get through the mail but packing enough of a wallop to throw her opponent off-balance. Just enough of a window to spring back and regain composure.

As some of the adrenaline faded she noticed the dull thrumming in her left arm, the one holding the shield. Even that glancing blow that she had displaced had hurt, the spiking pain shooting along her forearm that warned of a break or fracture around the corner. She had to be even more careful, and far more skilled.

Garrus dusted off his side and nodded, pointing his hammer toward her. “You know, I always wondered how you were able to give our boys and girls out there such a damn hard time. I’m starting to realise why. You’re slippery. And, genuinely impressive, I have to say. Not even other Orcs give me this much of a hard time. You’re smart enough to play to your strengths. I respect that. However this goes, you’ve earned that from me at least.”

“Your words mean nothing to me bashtari. Come closer and meet your end.”

He smiled at that and began closing the distance again, this time far more cautious and methodically. She could feel it in the air and see it on his face, the confidence giving way to an unfamiliar feeling, doubt.

But she had a trick up her sleeve. It never failed her. It’s the reason she was so famed, and no-one lived to tell a soul about her greatest technique. She was getting bored of this condescending Orc and his ‘banter.’

She looked at his face, judging the distance, calculating when to make the move. There was a moment in almost all of her fights, just before the decision to commit to an attack that she could exploit. It left them vulnerable as they focused on their offense. She peered into his grey-green eyes, searching, searching, searching, and found it. He lunged and as he did she took a step back and spun, changing her grip on the shield and holding its rim. As she completed her 360 turn in a moment, she flung her shield like a Frisbee at her opponents head. She knew he’d see it coming. She was counting on it.

He began to duck, instincts flared up as he darted forward, mind engaged fully on closing the distance and doing damage. Too much adrenaline to let a little shield throw get in the way. But instead of maintaining her reversing trajectory, she dug her heel in and sprung forward. This was when she got to see the recognition in the eyes, just a moment before it was over. The realisation that as they ducked, with their eyes fixed on her and with her leaping to meet them, that their neck was completely exposed, and her sword was heading straight for it.

This time, she didn’t get the satisfaction. This Orc was clearly too dumb to even realise the mistake he’d made. Poor fool. She pitied him for a moment. Oh well. She smiled as she pressed forward, inching towards his throat in slow motion, relishing it.

Until, that is, she saw the hand to the side of her sword. She had noticed it too late, gotten too confident. The hand connected with her edge, opening a wound along its palm. But it didn’t matter. She felt the force of it press into the sword. She tried to dig in, to fight against it but she was in free fall, leaping to connect with her one target. The sword streaked past the palm, wounding it deeply, but also streaked well past Garrus’ neck, sailing far past the shoulder.

At this point she realised he had even dropped his hammer during the charge. Instead, a knee slammed into her solar plexus, driving the wind forcibly from her lungs. The deflecting arm bent and his forearm slammed into her throat, preventing her from getting another lungful. His other free hand grabbed her wrist as it sailed over his shoulder and twisted it painfully. She maintained the grip on her sword for as long as she could, but felt the terrible twisting and popping as her wrist broke and involuntarily relinquished the weapon. Garrus then twisted and released, throwing her to the ground as she sprawled over in the sand.

She laid on her front, gasping, desperately trying to get air in her lungs. It was no use. She felt the danger she was in, tried to scramble to her feet but a boot crashed into her stomach, dropping her to the floor again. She managed to rake a sliver of air in and tried to stand but a hand grasped the back of her armour and hoisted her up. She lashed out with her hands, but his reach was simply too much as she clawed desperately at air and then found herself sailing through it once more, crashing into the wall of the arena. She felt a rib break.

She dropped to the ground again and for a moment found a second of respite as the brutish Orc had stopped assaulting her. But the worst had yet to come. As she sucked in more air desperately, she heard the clinking of metal and the sound of something dropping to the floor behind her. She turned to look, grasping her throat, to see Garrus’ belt behind him as he stepped toward her. That’s when she saw it and her blood ran cold.

Dangling from between his legs a thick, veiny, cock. It was easily the size of her entire arm, and twice the width. It swung side to side as he lumbered toward her and she saw the same hunger in his eyes as those she had seen from the spectators. Drowned out during the fight, the cheering of the crowd returned now, all at once, as she realised with horror what was gonna happen.

“Aw, they didn’t tell you half-pint? This isn’t your ordinary fight to the death. I get to have fun with you today. You know, you and your little band of merry squeakers killed my brother and sister. But not before, bless her heart, Athrung managed to get a Point Of View out to me. Letting me know about your faaavorite little trick. It hurt, seeing you do that to my sister through her own eyes, leaving her to bleed out on the grass while I couldn’t do anything. But I knew we’d catch you. And you know, I didn’t tell anyone about what I saw. Because I knew that I wanted to be the one to break you. So, here we are. I hope you enjoy.”

During his speech, Garrus had closed the distance and took his hardening cock and slapped it across her face. She needed to hold back for a moment, catch her breath, then go for the kill. He was even more stupid than she looked if he wondered he could get away with shoving that thing anywhere in her. She would strike when the time was right.

He rubbed his cock across her face, the weight of it truly frightening her. She calmed herself, told herself there’d be another moment. He then started pressing the flared, circumcised tip against her lips. He pushed, but to no avail. She wasn’t gonna give up. At that a foot came crashing into her stomach and she gasped involuntarily. He took the opportunity to get himself a foothold in her mouth, just able to get the tip in before reaching the back of her throat. He had barely gotten a 10th of his gigantic length in her.

She knew that this was her moment. Anise was no stranger to fighting tooth and nail, and this was no exception. She flexed her jaw muscles and…nothing happened. She did it again. She strained every muscle in her face to clamp down on this fucker’s cock, to make him cry out in pain as she climbed up him and raked her talons into his neck but…nothing. She looked up, eyes filled with fear at the cruel, smiling face of Garrus.

“Oh I know. You really just want to tear through this thing don’t you. It’s cute, really. Did you think we hadn’t considered that? Did you really think the make-up was just for show? That’s a new things our mages cooked up, just for this. It’s a mind control compound, lets us dissuade you from certain actions. Chief among them, biting my cock. There’s a few other things it affects besides, but I’ll let you figure those out in your own time.”

At that, he pushed forward and Anise felt his thick cock cram down into her throat. She began to gag. Halflings were, unfortunately, no stranger to taking on ‘lovers’ much larger than themselves. As a result, they had quickly evolved through the use of magic to be more…accommodating. She felt her neck bulge and expand to take the enormous, heavy cock down her throat. Her eyes watered, mixing with the eye-liner and running down her face. When it did, she felt something. Very slight. But she felt some of the magic keeping her jaw open, run away with it. God, she might have a chance after all. But it would be a while before she could capitalise on it. So for now, she would need to endure.

He pushed and pushed and she felt the weight grind past the channel leading into her lungs and head toward her stomach. At this point the friction was too much and Garrus couldn’t push any further. At this she felt him pull back so that the flared tip kissed the back of her throat. He held there for a moment, looking into her eyes and then plunged down again, this time burying himself up to his hilt in her throat. Anise felt her lips against his pelvis and her eyes rolled into her head as she continued to be unable to breathe. She struggled, weakly, against him, raising her good arm up to press into him, to push him back, but he easily overpowered her and took a good handful of her hair.

Anise began to lose track of time as her head was slid up and down the colossal shaft and her consciousness grew spottier and spottier. It was impossible to tell if this happened for seconds, minutes, hours even. She felt a sudden shift though as Garrus pushed her to the hilt again and held her there.

“To the first…of many…” he grunted.

At this she felt something twitch across her bottom lip. Then again. And then she felt the warmth as Garrus pumped thick wads of his load directly into her stomach. She counted at first, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, hoping it would help it go quicker. But again her consciousness faded for a moment as she lost track and he kept pumping. At one point he began moving her head again, using her tight oesophagus to milk his appendage dry. Soon after, the loads stopped and Garrus slowly withdrew his hulking meat from her mouth, still holding her head, but at least now she could breathe again. She coughed up some of his cum as she did so.

“And the first load deposited goes, of course, to Garruuuuus Reeeeex!” The cheering seemed a world away as Anise’s torso hung limply, held up only by Garrus’ grip on her hair. She wasn’t given long to recuperate though, as Garrus lifted her higher, bringing her to eye-level. He hunched for a moment and threaded his arm down, under her left thigh, running his hand behind and up her back, before curling his fingers around her shoulder. The other hand then quickly did the same, being careful not to drop her. Anise managed to pull herself out of her stupor to realise what was going on, her legs now locked in place, spread open, her pussy positioned directly over his cock.

“You…you fucking…you cunt” she said weakly, between gigantic, gasping breaths.

“Oh come on, you didn’t think a blowjob would do it did you? I told you, it takes more than that to satiate me.”

She raised her good arm to take a swipe at the bastard’s face but felt all the strength leave her body the moment she committed. It swung limply in front of her. Instead, she elected to place her hand on his chest, desperate for any sort of control.

He began lowering her down, slowly, cruelly. She felt his tip prod against her opening. A few times, Garrus let the pressure against her cunt create before sliding up along her clit, sending a spark of unwelcome energy throughout her body like lightning. Eventually though, he got bored of teasing her, and tried for real.

Her pussy was not used to a creature of this size. At home in Veria, suitors were limited and almost all Halflings, given the ongoing war. And, even though Halflings had some of the largest body-to-genital sizes of any race, even the biggest of her kind was nothing compared to this. The width of the thing was as big as a human fist and she felt all of it as it stretched her beyond any limit she wondered she had prior to this. She opened her mouth in wordless pain, but it quickly melted away to…pleasure. Her blood ran cold again, as she realised the magic’s effect start to take hold and her pussy begin to get slick.

“Shhh, shh,” the Orc cooed patronisingly, “don’t worry, I know it’s not you. But this will make things a little bit more pleasurable for you, if also far, far more humiliating.”

With a sudden pop the head entered her fully. Absentmindedly, her ineffectual hand left Garrus’ chest and held her pussy, the size of this giant member inside of her completely shocking her to her core. Garrus, ever impatient, did not linger. He began to press again, still slowly, still savouring it, as this enormous cock slid inside her rapidly moistening cunt. She felt every half inch, counted them all as they went, hoping soon that she would feel her attacker’s pelvis pressed up against her pussy. She counted eight half inches before the pressure slowed and she looked down. Not even halfway. Garrus pulled out, slickening his cock as he did so with her juices and pushed forward again. This time she counted twenty half inches of cock as the protruding member pushed up to her cervix in no time and kept pushing, displacing her organs as it went and forming a bulge in her stomach, now obscuring her view of her captor’s stomach. Again, she did not feel the solace of his pelvis. He retracted again, pushed forward again, and this time she had no choice but to let a deep, guttural moan escape as she was plowed to her core. She counted twenty-two half inches this time, before the pressure built against her chest. The cock was trying to go between her tits, but their firmness and binding by her armour meant that no further progress could be made. Maybe she’d be spared something at least.

Garrus noticed this. “I don’t know why they bothered putting you in this stupid armour anyway,” and with a grunt grasped her chest piece with one hand, letting her drop partially to the side and yanked down. The material ripped, freeing her firm, B-cup tits and letting his monster finally slide all the way to the hilt. She grunted, an animal noise, as the cock finally filled her as much as it could. Garrus quickly found his original position, holding the Halfling in front of him, legs opened, tits pointing to the sky.

“Ah, there we go, nice and snug. Now, why don’t we start having some real fun.”

Garrus pulled all the way out, keeping his cock lined up with her entrance, then slammed her down on his gigantic erection, all the way to the hilt. The intense surprise and pleasure made Anise’s legs shake wildly. *Oh Gods please no*, she wondered, *this will make me cum*.

Garrus did it again; all the way out and all the way in, holding with his cock buried to the hilt and watching as Anise’s stomach muscles spasmed uncontrollably. After a few more powerful thrusts, Garrus began picking up the pace, no longer leaving her entrance entirely but instead taking long, powerful thrusts as his cock glided through the tiny Halfling’s body.

As he did so, he decided that her shaking, perky tits were too good to withstand and began mauling them with his face, his tongue flicking across them, giving both globes equal attention.

Anise could feel an orgasm building but bit down on her lip, trying desperately to keep it in check. Her training took over and she slowed her heart beat as Garrus’ assault became increasingly frenzied as he railed into her.

Eventually though, Garrus’ movements took a turn, burying himself deeply in her pussy again, but this time rocking gently, removing only a few inches before going up to the hilt again. He paused his assault on her tits to whisper into her ear “I get the impression you like a little bit of grinding. Well don’t worry, I’ve got you,” and Garrus gently bit the tip of her ear. She twinged at that and suddenly became aware as Garrus’ pelvis grinded into her own, rubbing her clit slightly as it went. The stimulation, however small, was enough to break her concentration and the orgasm began building again.

“You know, through all this hard-bitch exterior, I bet you’re a real slut at heart aren’t you? You’ve longed to be completely dominated like this haven’t you? Well don’t you worry, after I drag an orgasm out of your pathetic body, I’ll take your arse.”

The threat brought with it a fear she had not felt in years. And with it, a rush of pleasure. Garrus felt it and picked up the pace, grinding pointedly into Anise’s clit as the orgasm built, and built and built and built until with a shriek Anise’s body tensed, clamping onto Garrus’ cock as her toes curled, stomach gripped, her nipples stood to attention. Even through this Garrus kept moving, and as her orgasm finished moved back to his long thrusts once more. The slapping sound was now wet as her copious juices coated both the bottom of her arse cheeks and the Orc’s thighs.

“The first stolen orgasm of the day! May be their many more!” cried the announcer.

Garrus kept going though, determined to deposit a fat load directly into Anise’s womb. He tired of this position, twisting the Halfling on his cock mid-stride and pinning her against the wall of the arena. Anise’s face was now pressed against the sandstone, as well as her diamond-like nipples and her hands. Her legs dangled limply below her as Garrus changed his grip, one hand holding her waist and the other her shoulder while he got a great view of the creature’s plump little arse.

With her legs now pressed together, the sensation of her attacker’s cock taking long, deep strokes became even more intense, just when she had begun to get somewhat used to the assault. Shamefully, she felt another orgasm building, and fast.

He leaned over to speak into her ear again, grabbing her throat to bring her within range and tilting her head back, never breaking pace, “I’m going to make you forget all about your cute little nation and your little huts and hovels in the dirt. When I’m done with you, all you’ll know is how to fuck. You won’t even remember what a sword does, not that it would matter because I beat you,” and with a roar the Orc slammed himself into her pussy, pumping load after load into her.

Maybe it was the aggression, or the words he said, or the rhythmic pumping of his cock but it was too much for Anise and she was sent over the edge, twitching and spasming, held aloft only by Garrus’ cock, as he kept a grip on her neck only to stop her falling forward and released his grip on her hips.

Eventually the loads stopped. She didn’t even hear the announcer’s comments. Garrus let go and let her slide off his cock, a shiver running down her spine as she felt it leave her for the first time in what felt like hours as she collapsed on the ground. She massaged her stomach, feeling it less round than it was before. She felt rough hands grab her, heave her back and throw her closer to the centre of the arena. Those same hands positioned her, knees against her chest, arms draped uselessly by her sides, face in the sand.

“You came in me. You…you fucker you’ll get me pregnant.” She gasped into the ground.

“Oh dear, dear Anise, you haven’t figured it out yet have you? No problem, you’ll find out soon enough. Anyway, I told you what comes next. I hope you haven’t forgotten. But don’t worry, I’m not a monster.”

She felt a tongue against her arsehole and a thumb reach under her stomach and between her legs and start rubbing circles around her clit. The tongue lapped and danced inwards, starting at the peak of her cheeks, then quickly spiralling in until it danced around her ring. She felt absolutely powerless. Not moving a muscle, letting the pleasure, the degradation, all of it wash over her. She told herself it was to save her strength. She suspected it was a lie.

Soon, a small orgasm rippled through her body and her legs shook gently as it did so. Garrus took this as a sign of her readiness. He slid his cock inside her pussy for a moment, burying it deep inside again. He withdrew it slowly, being careful to rake his head along her inner walls as he did so.

Then she felt the pressure against her arse. This, and the fear it evoked, snapped her out of her trance like state. She tried to get up, to run, like a disembowelled zebra desperately trying to escape from a lion. But the lion’s jaws clamped down around her neck and held her face down in the sand as the pressure built, and built and built until another pop and the cock was inside her arse.

She mewled, a pathetic, whimpering noise as her feet span in circles and her legs shook and her stomach did flips and her hands bounced on the ground, searing pain shooting along her broken wrist. Garrus paused for a moment, then soldiered on, ignoring the desperate, pitiful noises that were the only defence left to Anise.

Just like with her pussy, Garrus bottomed out then withdrew fully again, and squeezed his way back inside her tight arsehole, filling her up completely. The bulge was back, bending her large and small intestine to conform to the shape of his gigantic cock. She had assumed that the fasting for a week was done to weaken her. She realised now it had another purpose.

Garrus’ hand suddenly surged forward and grabbed a thick clump of hair, pulling Anise’s head back and causing her to arch her back painfully. He leant forward and spoke into her ear again, licking the tip and sending a shiver down her spine.

“Now, I’ve gone pretty easy on you till now. But time’s almost up. And this time, I won’t be gentle.”

He maintained his grip and began picking up speed. Each time his cock slammed up to the hilt into her, stimulating her prostate and her G-spot through the thin walls separating her pussy from her anus. The bulge impacted into her stomach, splitting her tits aside momentarily each time and squirting small amounts of Garrus’ cum out of her gaping pussy. And still his speed increased. Anise began to weep, each thrust prompting a small squeak to escape from her. The squeaks turned to yelps as still Garrus picked up speed.

At this point she came, an orgasm sneaking up on her completely as she squirted, toes curling, legs shaking once, soaking the backs of her thighs, calves and the ground underneath her with her cum. Garrus shifted his weight, going up onto his haunches and hunching above her to enable him to deliver more powerful thrusts directly down into her. Grabbing her head now he pushed it down into the sand, grinding it painfully. She closed her eyes to protect them. Garrus’ already break neck pace picked up even more, the wet splap splap splap sending him into overdrive. He began grunting, putting more pressure on Anise with each thrust, pounding her into the ground, as if he was trying to fuck her so hard she became a paste into the floor. She came again, then again, once, twice, three times, each time her legs shaking uncontrollably, making a muffled, deep, groan as the orgasms tore through her body and not once did Garrus slow.

Here she began to disassociate as the magically-assisted orgasms continued through her body. She barely registered as with a final, guttural roar Garrus buried himself in her arse, pushing her head even harder into the sand and released a torrent of cum. She felt it plaster the insides of her stomach, raging through her like a monsoon and felt it fight its way up her throat as she coughed some up into the sand. Still he kept going, dragging his cock out so she could feel the viscous fluid splash against her sensitive canal. She shivered at the feeling and another, final orgasm took her again, as she involuntarily milked her rapist’s cock for the final ounce of cum.

She felt the Orc withdraw and collapse behind her. Bleary-eyed, she raised her head from the sand and saw, in front of her, her sword. Not 5 feet away. She focused, and heard the steady breathing of an Orc satisfied. Unguarded. She felt her face with her good arm. The make-up. Her tears and Garrus’ forcing of her head into the sand had rubbed it off, along with some of her skin. She fought to her feet, ignoring the pain in her gut, her pussy and her throat and stumbled for the sword. She heard the crowd grow in volume as they realised what she was doing, trying desperately to alert Garrus. She didn’t have long. She picked up the sword, a weapon it felt like she’d wielded a life time ago and turned to face the Orc. He still didn’t realise what was happening.

She limped over to him as quickly as she could, dragging the sword through the sand. She stood over him, her frame casting a shadow over his face as she raised the sword like a dagger and plunged it down toward his face. Her last mistake. The shadow over his face. Giving him just enough warning. She felt it connect with…his hand. Garrus bellowed, a scream of anger and pain as the tip of her short sword pierced through his palm, but unable to drive forward to his head. The Orc kept the blade trapped in his hand, even as Anise desperately tried to free the blade. He stood up, towering above her again and twisted his hand to the side to give him a clear shot on her face. He brought his fist down with incredible might and Anise, beaten already, let go of her sword again. Garrus wrenched it free and tossed it to the side.

“Oh you stupid fucking bitch. You don’t get it do you? You were never getting out of this alive, even if they chose to spare you. There is no world where I let you leave this arena. All you’ve done is speed up the inevitable.”

As Anise tried desperately to scramble away on her back, Garrus stepped on her shin, snapping it in two as he puts his full weight on it. She screams in pain and looks up to see the hardness in his eyes, and worse still, his cock.

“I’ve been dreaming about this moment for too fucking long. I don’t care if the magic’s worn off. You’re still going to take it.”

She stumbles backwards further and finds her shield. She waves it in front of her, swinging it at Garrus legs, hoping to unbalance him. Fear grips her, tears streaming down her face. Garrus shouts a word in his tongue “Hanjuk,” and his mace flies into his grip once more. He brings it down on the shield, once, twice, three times, each thunk straining, then fracturing then shattering Anise’s arm. The shield slides off her broken limb and Garrus climbs into full mount above her, pinning her arms down, the weight sending unbearable pain through her arm. He tosses the mace apart again.

Garrus doesn’t speak as the first punch spikes into Anise’s nose, breaking it and filling her eyes with even more tears. The second and third slam into her cheek. A fourth hits her in the eye, shattering the occipital bone. Her arm, broken wrist in tow, rises to offer any pitiful defence it can. Garrus immediately grabs it, twists it and breaks it at the joint. Anise cries out, but her mouth has begun to fill with blood. Another punch lands, this time breaking and dislocating her jaw.

Satisfied with his work, Garrus stands, grabbing a handful of hair to drag the Halfling with him as she hangs limply by her scalp.

“This is the fabled Warrior of Veria! As you’ve all seen, the only tools they have at their disposal are cheap tricks and subterfuge. But these do not win wars! No matter the losses we take, their home is already forfeit and their people with it! This,” and he raises Anise higher to the crowd, her legs now clearing the ground as she spits up blood, “is not an example! This is a promise! And We. Will. Fulfill! That! Promise!”

The crowd erupts, starting the Garrus chant once more. He throws Anise into the ground again, bouncing her head up off the ground and catches it in both hands, dragging her body to his cock again. Her arms, now completely useless, her leg broken, her face shattered, Anise looks up at Garrus with her good eye.

“P-p-pease. You-you won. Jus-jus le’ me live.”

Garrus says nothing as he forces his cock down her throat again. He clutches the back of her head and the bottom of her chin. Desperately, she tries to bite down on his cock, but her jaw is shattered, her teeth knocked out and her strength completely gone. Instead, she is helpless as she begins to gag on the giant, veiny cock once more. Her tongue is limp in her mouth as she feels the head, then the pipe that has filled her with so much cum slide over it and into her throat, bottoming out again in her stomach. It stays there, unmoving.

A minute passes, her body tries desperately to move. Instead, Garrus responds by slowly moving his cock in her throat. His grip moves from her chin to her neck as he massages himself through her windpipe as well. Her torso begins to spasm, this time fighting for air. But it is of no use. As Anise’s vision begins to fade, Garrus groans, and lets out another torrent of thick, Orc spunk down into the warrior’s stomach.

As she feels his member pulse again and again, depositing load after load into her stomach, and as the light begins to fade from her eyes her body performs its final betrayal; a small, quiet orgasm as she chokes and gags and dies on her killer’s cock.

NSFW: yes

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