THE HIGH TABLE

Karela: My next couple matches are easier; that orcish champion really got my blood flowing, and I'm fighting in top form now. (It probably helps that he made me cum so much, I'm able to focus on fighting...) There's a bit of commotion outside the ring, however - sounds like someone wants to fight me, but they're being told they aren't eligible? I walk over, curious what it's about.

Blaze_Beraht:

Blaze_Beraht: The orc's grunt and growl in their own tongue, a warrior your age arguing with them. It seems the orc tribe did not usually allow a family member of the previous year's champion to fight on the same day, but he argued for avenging his family's honor and killing the current champion who was now four fights in and still fighting. He flexed, his heavy balls and cock showing he was a full warrior of his tribe.

Karela: I stare at the greenskinned boy for a long moment, drinking in the sight. He's gorgeous. And I can tell from his body and posture that he's vicious and skilled, as well. "If you won't let him fight in the ring, I'll fight him out of it," I announce. "Balls, life, and honor on the line." I want to fight him, bad. Want other things, too...

Blaze_Beraht: The crowd cheers and he's allowed to enter now that the champion has called to fight him directly. Unlike his brother, the orc looks fast on his feet, skilled as a hunter be the necklace of animal fangs on his neck that he takes off before entering the circle.

Karela: "What's your name?" I greet him, eyes still playing across his body as I limber up, heart pounding. I'm already regretting that I'm going to have to kill him, but at least I'll get to play with him a bit....

Blaze_Beraht: "My name is Gromak! And I will destroy you!" He shouts in slightly broken common, his tusks still growing in making his voice breathy. He flexed and gets his fists up, glaring at you.

Karela: "Gromak. I am Karela." My command of orcish is worse than his command of common, but I add my best attempt at "Your words and fists honor me," in their harsh guttural language. I take my own stance, trying to control my excitement and my own sudden bloodthirst.

Blaze_Beraht: I spit at you in anger, "you pay for brother!" I growl then charge in, feinting a hook at your jaw to try to slam a hard knee in your gut.

Karela: I dance back, a little surprised at the vehemence of his anger. His brother had volunteered for the fights, after all, and won plenty of glory before he fell. Your knee brushed me, but I'm surprised and pleased at the strength of the hit, and your quick reflexes as you turn it into a snap-kick that bruises my thigh. I respond by daring in close, aiming a flurry of punches towards your mid-section. I'm not used to fighting someone my own size, and it's actually throwing me off a bit...

Blaze_Beraht: I grunt and wheeze as you hammer my abs, but I try to grab your shoulders to hold you in place and hammer a hard knee at your balls. "I break you!"

Karela: "Whuff!" Your knee finds its target, sending a surge of pain and pleasure up my spine, and forcing out a shot of thick cum that splatters your abs and drips down into your pubes. I lean in and bite down hard on your shoulder before knocking you back with my own knee.

Karela: I'm panting a bit, grinning ear to ear, having /way/ too much fun with this...

Blaze_Beraht: I yelp in pain as you bite my ear, staggering back in surprise as you stay upright despite my hard attack to your balls. I growl and get my fists up to circle, taking a moment to look you over. I close in jabbing at your chest with my left fist, then twist my body to slam a right hook at your jaw.

Karela: I take the blow to my chest, shrugging it off as you give me another bruise, but as you punch towards my face, I twist sideways, letting it whiff past my ear, and slam an uppercut up into your extended arm-pit.

Blaze_Beraht: I hiss in pain and stumble to the side as you hammer a fist into my arm pit, needing a moment to recover from the sting of the blow.

Karela: I follow up with another pair of punches to your ribs on the same side, staggering you further, then deliver a solid kick to your own impressive orcish balls. The feeling of my foot striking your pouch sends a sensual shudder through my body.

Blaze_Beraht: I grunt and cough as you hammer my ribs, then scream as you kick my balls, cock forced to spurt pre over your abs. I try to clinch and headbutt you in the nose, needing a moment to recover.

Karela: I don't give you that moment; as you try to headbutt me, I grab both your nipples, squeezing and pulling, keeping you off balance, as I deliver a knee to your nuts again. I find myself pulling the blow, though - although it's still plenty hard enough to smart. "Hnnf... You will be an impressive fighter, if you survive.." It's not like I'm that much older, but my words are heartfelt.

Blaze_Beraht: I moan and spurt more pre with the erotic attack, starting to blush from the embarrassment, knowing that you're playing with me. I try to hammer a hard uppercut at the underside of your cock, trying to crush it against your abs, hoping you'll let me go so I can try for a retaliatory knee at your balls.

Karela: I /am/ playing with you - but it's not because I don't respect you. It's because I want to enjoy this fight fully before one of us ends. I grunt as you hammer my cum-slicked dick against my abs, but my dick has never been particularly vulnerable. "You have tusks, Gromak, you should use them," I suggest, noting that this close in, you could easily sink those fangs into my flesh. Before you can take my suggestion, though, I shift, tossing you to the ground. I'm panting heavily. If you'd fought me yesterday, I would not be doing nearly this well, but right now I'm in the best form of my young life...

Blaze_Beraht: I yelp and grunt as you slam me to the dirt, my cock slapping my abs and leaking pre on them, dazed and spread eagle, the humans going wild as you humiliate another orc warrior.

Karela: There's a surge of conflicting urges. The urge to take my win - to stomp down on those exposed nuts. The urge to take pleasure - to pin him down under me and lick and suckle that massive young shaft. But strongest in me is the urge to fight. "Stand, Gromak. I told your brother: anger makes weak. Calm. Enjoy fight. Come!"

Blaze_Beraht: I growl but shove up to my knees, and blushing in humiliation, lean forward to kiss your cock and lick your balls to honor you, knowing the crowd would be angry if I tried to continue the fight without recognizing your decision to prolong the match.

Karela: My eyes go wide and I let slip a soft moan as the second of those desires I'd struggled with a moment ago surges to the top. The gentle touch stuns me more than any of the blows you'd landed so far. Even recognizing the reason, I breath out "..fuck..thank you..." barely a whisper on my breath.

Karela: If you were to attack me now, you'd find me utterly defenseless; the part of me still focused on the fight wonders what you'll choose.

Blaze_Beraht: I know that my honor would be tainted if I attacked, forcing myself to suck your cock in my mouth. I moan at the taste, getting aroused, starting to enjoy my punishment as the others orcs growl their approval.

Karela: I pant, my knees going wobbly... "ahfck..." One of my hands scrabbles mindlessly at mind chest, picking and pulling at my left nipple as I feel my shaft slide past your sharp fangs, your rough tongue tentatively playing with me. "t..tld you.. can use.. t..tusks..."

Blaze_Beraht: I scrape my one fully grown tusk against your shaft, head bobbing up and down your shaft, stroking my own cock with my right hand as my left grips your hips.

Karela: "Aahn!" I arch back as your sharp fang scores the underside of my cock, drawing a line of blood, tangy against your tongue. I can feel my nuts cramping as I hold back my climax, not wanting this interlude to end yet; my hand is gripping my nipple so tightly my nails pierce the skin of my chest...

Blaze_Beraht: I groan and force myself forward. choking on your cock as I suck your entire cock down my throat, nose resting against your bellybutton as I wait to take your load.

Karela: "Gromak.." I gasp, "I cum..." Several fights worth of pent-up arousal erupt from my loins, flooding your mouth and throat with a load any orc could take pride in. I collapse forwards onto you, groaning, legs like jello, as you honor my climax. There are cheers from the crowd, for both of us.

Blaze_Beraht: I groan and cough, the only thing preventing me from downing on your load was me initiating the sucking, pulling back and feeling your shooting cock pop out of my throat and mouth, belly full of your seed then face and chest coated in it as you collapse on me. I grip your cock against my own and jack, moaning and shooting my own load after a few pumps.

Karela: I eagerly offer my shaft to you as a sex toy, exulting in the feeling of it rubbing against your hot, massive length. I reach down, placing my hand atop yours, adding just a bit of extra pressure as you jerk yourself off, and encouraging you to keep stroking even as your load erupts...

Karela: I'm content to lay atop you for a moment as you recover from your own orgasm - I bring my hand up to my face, coated in your orcish spunk, smelling it, then licking my fingers clean. But I don't want to crowd to grow bored, so I pull myself to my feet, reaching down to grab your hand and pull you up as well, muscles flexing as we face eachother. "Gromak. We fight. As warriors. Not enemies." There's a question in my voice - a hopeful one.

Blaze_Beraht: I pant and growl shaking my head, "bloodfeud, brother, avenge, fuck and kill." I flex and growl but you can see the attraction in my eyes, my balls bumping into yours erotically.

Karela: "Brother fought as warrior, died as warrior, as he killed as warrior. No feud, just blood." I can tell you are calmer, though, despite your angry words. The touch of your nuts sends another shiver up my spine, and I lightly brush a hand across one of your boyish nipples before we separate. As we retake our positions, I can tell the different immediately; with your rage lessened, your natural talents are coming to the fore. My first couple testing jabs are blocked or parried, and you nearly manage to snag my arm when I try a feint. I'm glad you just drained me a bit, because fighting you like this is even more arousing...

Blaze_Beraht: I grunt and try to close in, intending to grapple, bucking my hips to slap my balls with yours as I try to hook your leg with mine to twist you to the ground if I can.

Karela: My hands close with yours, matching your strength. We push back and forth, moving a bit around the ring, our cocks slapping against eachother and balls brushing sensually. You catch me by surprise, however, with how well you've studied me - timing a particularly firm ball-slap to distract me, at just the right moment.

Karela: "Ooof!" I hit the ground, rolling and kicking at your shins, not wanting to leave myself open any longer than necessary.

Karela: (haha, perfect, boy calmed down, got smart, and used Karela's weaknesses against him. ;p)

Blaze_Beraht: I yelp as you kick my shins, staggering after you. I jump and try to slam my knees into your chest or back as I try to intercept your roll.

Karela: You land your knee on one of my firm butt-cheeks. I reply by punching you in those painted abs as I twist out from under you before you can turn the awkward landing into a proper pin.

Blaze_Beraht: I grunt, forced to roll off in the opposite direction. I roll over my shoulders and head and plant my feet on the dirt, shoving off my hands to stand and get my fists up.

Karela: I also rise, laughing happily. "Good fight! More!" There's no hint of mockery in my voice. I rush in, my eagerness making me the reckless one for a change, feinting as to target your chest with another round of punches, but instead spinning into a powerful roundhouse aimed at hip.

Blaze_Beraht: I howl in pain as you hammer my hip with the kick, staggering to the side. But I lean forward to stagger towards you and try to swing a hard uppercut into your chin "Me take your ass!"

Karela: At first, I think I've staggered you, but then you turn the sideways motion into the wind-up for an uppercut. I try to block, but you pummel past my arm, knocking my back several steps. I split blood. "Hah, keep fighting like that, you might!" I step inside your followup, slamming an elbow into your ribs.

Karela: (jus' a reminder: not terribly fond of anal, though isn't a 'hard no' if that's the way you feel the scene should go)

Blaze_Beraht: I wheeze and cough as you dig your fist into my ribs. I try to grab your shoulders to slam a right knee at your balls followed by a second at your abs.

Blaze_Beraht: (would "mouth" be better? sorry for forgetting

Karela: (mouth or any other hole you'd like to use or create, lol)

Karela: I clamp my legs, but I can only slow your knee, not stop it. I let out a groan, decorating your powerful thigh with more of my thick cum, and then am knocked off my feet by the powerful punch to my navel. For a moment, I'm wide open...

Blaze_Beraht: I try to grab your hair to tug you back towards me, trying to pull you down to your knees.

Karela: Seems your horniness is getting the better of you for a change, as you yank my hair, thrusting your cock towards my mouth. Incredibly tempting as the offer is, I give you one quick, teasing lick across your tip, then slap your balls, open-palmed, once-twice-thrice. Then I look up, meeting your eyes. "Fuck or fight?" The question is genuine - at this precise moment I don't give a fuck about the rules of the match.

Blaze_Beraht: "fuck!" I order, "even after!" eager to balance the scales and have us 1 - 1 before the final clash. flexing and getting the crowd hyped for the prolonged fight.

Karela: I laugh, understanding now. "Yus. Want." I start lapping and licking at your cockhead, worshiping it unreservedly, lavishing every impressive inch with kisses and licks as I work my way down to your pouch. I bury my face, breathing deep of your scent, feeling my lust for you blossom into full scale infatuation. You hear the distinct sound of my cock spurting into the dirt in a hands-free orgasm as I start to kiss and suckle your heavy orbs...

Blaze_Beraht: I grin and grip your cock between my toes, jerking you to milk out your orgasm, my own balls tight and cock throbbing, the feel of your mouth getting me close really quickly, the fight making my blood pump, panting and gripping your hair to massage your scalp in approval as you worship my nuts.

Karela: I can feel your nuts churning against my lips; can feel you growing close. I want to pull away, to bring my lips up to the red-brown head of your thick shaft, to let you choke me with your cum, but my willpower isn't strong enough to pull away from the scent and feel of your nuts. I whimper into you, apologizing wordless as your toes toy with my shaft, playfully rubbing it in the dirt as my orgasm continues.

Blaze_Beraht: I grin and tug your hair, forcing your head up so I can shove my cock down your throat, hips bucking hard, roaring as I take your throat and smear my pre over it, marking it primally.

Karela: I let our a needy moan as you pull my face away from your sack, my lips parting to accept your cock. It's way too big. I can feel my jaw dislocate as you press in, choking my on your massive length. My blunt teeth scrape the top and bottom of your shaft, but that doesn't slow you - and I don't want it to. My hands reach around you, grasping your rear, pulling you forward into me as I feel you slide painfully deep into my bulging throat...

Karela: In my lust-dazed mind, I wonder if this is how I'm going to die, choking the cock of an orc whose brother I'd choked in similar fashion a few hours earlier. That thought is enough to force another climax from my exhausted cock.

Blaze_Beraht: At the last moment as your eyes flutter from the lack of air, I pull out and roar, showering you with my cum to coat you in it, smearing your war paint. I kneel to kiss you on your lips, waiting for you to recover and stand to finish out fight with a final deadly round.

Karela: As you pull out, I grab your rear, pulling your cockhead back into my mouth, swallowing as much of your load as I can manage - only a fraction, the rest spills down my body, painting me more beautifully than any I've worn before. My tongue laps at your cock, drawing out your climax, as my hands slide forward to massage your nuts.

Karela: The kiss is a new thrill. I return it with desperate, thankful eagerness. My body is still thrumming with the aftermath of our second round of 'fuck', and it'd probably take me the rest of my life to truly 'recover', but I rise to my feet, chest heaving. I can't get the scent of your pouch out of my nostrils. As we start to trade testing blows again, I find our situations reversed - when we began, I was focused, and you were distracted by your rage. Now you are focused, and I can't clear the the experience I'd just had from my mind.

Blaze_Beraht: I grunt and growl in frustration seeing your distraction, and decide to make the final round a test of our balls and will, grunting, "ball strength see! hit there only! one by one!" I grip your shoulders and pull back my knee to illustrate my intent, wondering if you'll agree or not."

Karela: My eyes widen, but I nod. "Yes." I take off one of the decorative cords wrapped round my bicep and wind it around my pouch, forcing my orbs to dangle low in their sack. Then I hand the other to you, not that yours need any help hanging low.

Blaze_Beraht: I grin and tie it around the base of my cock to keep it hard and around my balls as well, then grip your shoulders, waiting for you to do the same. Then I roar as I hammer my knee up at your balls, claiming the first attack, gripping you hard to keep you in place as I connect, then pull my knee back to plant it on the ground and wait for your attack.

Karela: I yelp as you plant your knee, driving my heavy orbs up into my pelvis. I wobble a bit, but my balls are as sturdy as they are sensitive. Still, claiming the first hit has given you a significant advantage in this fight. It's a moment before I can respond in kind, looking into your eyes as I ram my leg up into your sack, not holding back this time in the slightest.

Blaze_Beraht: I moan my cock shooting thick pre over your abs, panting hard, balls reddening. I grip your shoulders hard to rally and roar as I hammer a second knee up, the crowd cheering as we test each other's balls to their limits.

Karela: The hit forces a whining moan from me. I've been hit many times, and by people stronger than you, but the impact of your body against my balls is intense; I can smell your need and your strength, that infatuation flaring up again full strength as I wait for the throbbing to subside enough to respond. I gather myself, determined not to disappoint you with my own attack, shifting to plant my feet more firmly in the dirt. The next blow is strong enough to lift you off your feet...

Blaze_Beraht: my balls are mashed into my body and my cock explodes over your abs as I fall to my back, groaning in pain, the crowd goes silent, wondering if this is my end, but I roll over and shove to my feet withing the ten seconds allotted to such contests. I grip your shoulders and roar, putting all my power behind this knee despite my shaking legs, knowing I could only weather one more knee like the one you sent me before my balls would give.

Karela: My body shudders as you strike me again and for a moment I freeze. My balls hold; they could take another hit like this. Another five, perhaps, even. But my will... Slowly, I sink to my knees, falling forward to once again plant my face in your bruised, musky sack, letting your scent fill my lungs again. The roar of the crowd washes over me, the chant of seconds. As it hits ten, I finally pull away, looking up at you with the expression of a fighter worshiping his superior and a lover worshiping his crush.

Blaze_Beraht: i huff, and growl, "you submit?" flexing for you and letting my balls slap your face.

Karela: "Utterly." I answer. "My manhood. My life. My ka." I use the orcish word for 'soul'.

Blaze_Beraht: I nod and lean down to kiss you on the lips then shove you to your back, straddling you then turning to face your legs, my balls shoving down into your mouth. I grab your ankles to drag your legs up, then grip your hips to tug your balls to my face, rolling you up in a pin. I kiss and worship your cock and balls, scraping your cock with my tusk. "cum," I half order, scraping the tip of your cock with my tusk.

Karela: I moan softly as you take possession of my body. I'm more aroused than I've ever been before in my life, but for once in a 'fight', I'm /not/ leaking, despite the reverberations and aftershocks of the knee-strikes you blessed me with.

Karela: Then your word hits me, as powerful as another blow to the balls. I cry out and start to shoot, firing rope after rope of jizz into your waiting mouth.

Blaze_Beraht: I drink your cum down worshipfully my balls rubbing against your lips as I buck my hips. I pull off unable to drink it all, letting your seed paint my chest and abs like warpaint. Then the crowd waits silently knowing it's time to end this. I scrape my tusk against your right ball, giving you a moment to register what's happening before I bite down hard, my tusk ripping through your skin and ball meat to pop it, moaning at the taste.

Karela: I spread my legs as I feel your fangs brush my sack, knowing what's about to happen; begging for it soundlessly. Then... "Haaaanh!" I'm still cumming as you bite down - sporadic bursts from my jerking cock as my body struggles to continue to comply with your order. The sensation of your teeth piercing my nut is enough to turn it back into a proper orgasm, bloody seed painting my belly and filling your mouth.

Blaze_Beraht: I twist my head to rip off part of your sack, chewing it and swallowing, kissing what remains, then licking and kissing your left balls, savoring the orb before gripping it with my human teeth to crush it in the sack, pulling the unbroken sack into my mouth and chewing it till it's only mush inside, tugging and tearing your sack off to drink it down.

Karela: I squirm under you, ecstasy and pain coursing through me as you slowly, lovingly destroy my proud orbs. With what little cogent thought I'm capable of, I pray silently to both our gods that as you consume my manhood, you'll also take my strength. Strain to slow the pulsing of my cock, wanting to keep as much of my broken man-flesh inside my pouch for you to savour.

Karela: (hnnnf...this is <3)

Blaze_Beraht: I kiss your cock to reward you, sucking your shaft into my mouth to suck you off as I take a hand from your leg to grip my cock and balls, shoving them down your throat the way you had my brother, wanting to send you off the way you did another champion, worshiping your shaft till I feel you go limp under me.

Karela: Without my balls to strengthen in, my proud cock spills the last of its load into your mouth then slowly shrinks, until your tongue is playing with a boyish little softie. Still, your tongue sends thrills of happiness through me as I sense your adoration - that we have truly gone from enemies, to fighters, to lovers...

Karela: Unlike your brother, as you thrust into my mouth as lap and suckle worshipfully. You're much larger than I am, thought, and my mouth is smaller than your brothers was; your cock alone is plenty to choke me, but your balls, draped across my face smother me. I revel in the rush of your scent, clinging to consciousness desperately, wanting to enjoy every second of this blissful end. As my vision goes black, I use the last of my strength to reach up, caressing your balls softly with my hand. You will be the greatest warrior your tribe has ever had. My ka will see to it.

Karela: I give one last shudder, and you feel a little droplet of impotent eunuch-cum on your tongue. Then I fall limp forever...

Blaze_Beraht: I moan and bite your cock off, unwilling to share it with anyone else. I stand and plant a foot on your chest, beating my own with a fist and roaring.