Her fingers clenched at the dirt beneath her knees as the goblin in front of her weakened, his body trembling with exhaustion. His legs wobbled, his snarls turned to whimpers, and still she didn't let go. Instead, she pressed harder, forcing herself deeper, taking him all the way until her throat tightened around him. The cursed one-piece clung to her body as if it, too, strained under the effort, every curve of her figure shuddering with the motion.
The goblin gave a guttural cry as she pulled him into the deepest reach, her throat spasming around him. The strength bled out of his body, his clawed fingers loosening, his knees buckling. He was moments away from total collapse—her victory was within reach.
But then she felt it. The goblin behind her shifted, growling low, his grip tightening on her arms as his claws hooked into the cursed fabric at her back. A sharp tearing sound split the air as the enchanted suit stretched and finally gave way. Cool air brushed against her bare skin, and her heart lurched in panic.
No, no—my armor…! He's breaking through…!
Her thoughts spiraled, her overthinking screaming at her from every angle. If he tears it away, I'll be exposed completely. I can't fight two stages at once, I'll lose—I have to finish this one before the other starts!
She forced herself faster, rougher, driving the goblin in front to the edge. Every gag, every humiliating shiver down her throat became a weapon. Her body quivered, but her spirit sharpened:
I have to win this round first! If I'm quick enough, if I can push him over before my back is bare, I can still turn this fight around!
Her shame twisted into a reckless kind of determination, her cursed masochism feeding her strength as she fought for seconds that would decide everything.
Her throat flexed desperately around the goblin's length, every breath a ragged gasp between the rhythm of her effort. She felt him quiver, felt his claws scrabbling weakly at her shoulders—he was already beyond the edge. But she refused to slow down. She swallowed deeper, forcing him down until her throat tightened and spasmed around him like a vice.
The goblin howled, his hips jerking forward uncontrollably as another hot surge burst into her. The second climax was heavier, rawer, flooding her throat and forcing her to gulp it down. Her body trembled as the thick heat slid deeper, but she held him locked in place, drinking every last drop until his strength shattered.
With a final groan, his weight gave out. He slumped, knees hitting the dirt, then toppled sideways with a dull thud, unconscious—completely drained by her relentless assault.
She pulled back with a gasp, wiping her mouth with the back of her trembling hand. Her victory lasted only a heartbeat. Behind her came the sound of tearing fabric, sharp and final.
The cursed armor split apart, its protective grip ripped open by the claws of the goblin still restraining her. The cold air licked across her exposed rear, the chill on her skin sending a rush of panic through her veins.
No—my armor…! He actually tore it! I can feel the air… I'm bare…!
Her thoughts spiraled, shame and dread colliding. She shuddered, her overthinking mind racing with every imagined consequence. If he pushes me into the next stage now, I'll be cornered. I can't let it happen. I can't lose like this…!
But for the first time, she had space. The goblin in front of her was down, the weight on her throat gone. She twisted, muscles burning, forcing her body sideways in a desperate heave. The grip on her arms slipped just enough.
With a cry half-frightened, half-fierce, she wrenched herself free from the goblin's hold. Dirt sprayed under her heels as she stumbled forward, air rushing against her skin where the one-piece no longer clung.
Heart pounding, face flushed, she stumbled to her feet, one arm instinctively covering herself. I… I did it. I broke free! I actually got out before it was too late…
Yet even as relief bloomed, shame prickled hotter, the cursed masochism twisting inside her. The feel of the cold breeze on her exposed skin made her tremble—and a dangerous thrill whispered at the edge of her thoughts.
I'm so fragile to every touch… but if I let that control me, I'll lose. I have to fight smarter. I have to keep winning.
The goblin behind her snarled in frustration, claws snapping in the empty air where she had just been. The next round had yet to begin, but she knew the fight was far from over.