167 Planned Swap

The cheering of the crowd favored none other than their own. Empowered by the outpour of support, Garuk held firm the colossal hand, keeping their arms dead center.

Unbelievable, this blue woman was barely working up a sweat! Garuk smiled. Unlike his match with the centaur moments before, he truly is the challenger in this bout.

"Is this it? I expected more from you." Alara taunted. "Do better."

Do better!? The audacity of this Frost giant made Garuk grit his teeth not just from the disrespect but also from his arm slowly caving in from the sudden tons of pressure applied by Alara!

"My money's ridin' on you, Garuk! Don't ya fuckin' dare!" Morrgen shouted, his usual jolly accent timbred into frustration.

"Well, looks like your orc friend is having a hard time." Marionne's smirk omened Alara's impending win. What better time fot Marionne to throw back Morrgen's words back to him than now? "You ready to part with your gold, my friend Morrgen?"

"Aw, shuddup! It ain't over yet!"

True to Morrgen's statement, this bout was far from over.

The back of Garuk's hand now mere inches from hitting the table. A fire had been set alight inside Garuk. His muscles bulged, squeezing every bit of strength it could muster to fell this Frost Giant in this contest of might. His eyes red with fury, the cheering around him had been silenced by primal seething. Garuk unleashed a howl like he was in the middle of a life and death battle. Blind with anger but bestowed incredible might by it.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Garuk raged.

Gasping out loud, Alara's hold momentarily slipped as Garuk's arm reversed their position in one fell swing.

Almost, the back of Alara's hand nearly touched the the table.

"Yes, that's it, Garuk! Pin that big blue bitch!" In Morrgen's excitement, his tongue slipped, earning him a glare not just from Alara herself, but from the Dark elf spectating across them. "Oops, my apologies, ladies. Carry on."

Alara's strained gaze returned tot he one in front of him, Alara said, "Guess we're allowed to use techniques now, eh? That's a game I know how to play."

Rage, a technique famous among maddened warriors and barbarians. Draws upon the user's inner strength to push their might into the extreme. Their focus, all on carnage, allowing them to ignore pain. Even those that you would consider lethal. A bit unrefined for an Amazoness, these warrior women had a technique of their own in boosting their physical capabilities.

Mana flowing into Alara's arm, her augmented strength allowed her to raise the orc's arm bit by bit until it was dead center once more.

"It's was good try, but still lacking. Unfortunately for you, I have to end our little game, don't want to keep my lover waiting."

The combination of Alara's raw might paired with mana enhancement overturned the orc's armed. The table shattering silenced everyone as Alara smashed Garuk's hand into it.

A victory for the Frost Giant.

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Into the privacy of their own tent, Maessha wasted no time, jumping straight into Alara's embrace for a celebratory kiss, sweet and deep.

The Frost Giant carried the dark elf by the thighs, almost weightless in the face of Alara's incredible might that won her today's little game.

Alara halted their lip's lustful union.

"I deserve a reward for today's efforts, don't you think so?"

Sneaking in a kiss so tender into her lover's blue lips befor, Maessha gigled, "Are my kisses not good enough of a reward for you?"

"I am fond of them, make no mistake but I'd rather have something even more...thrilling."

"Oh, and what is it?"

"That thing between your legs, I want it."

"You silly woman, no need to request for it. That's where the kisses lead to."

"No, no, no. I what I mean is we should swap our thing down there. Doesn't have to be now, we can do it when we're back at Elaria. What do you think?"

Through druidic magic, Maessha's nethers would return to the way it was before. But Alara, she would gain a blue totem, robust enough to tailor her huge and muscular physique. The thought of how virile Alara's rod would be sent a luscious shiver down Maessha's spine.

"Consider my interest piqued." Maessha bit her lip.

"Alright! But for now, let's have some fun!"

The Frost Giant carried Maessha and gently laid her into their shared bedroll.

With less article of clothes to begin with, Alara stripped easily.

The majestic figure of Alara's toned body was bared before her dark elf lover. Muscular yet possessing womanly curves, the body of a true warrior woman.

A sight evoking Maessha's thing down there to free itself from her trousers. The bulge noticeable, Alara helped helped her lover in shedding all her clothing below.

Slender obsidian legs hid a mighty pole between them, standing excited to greet Alara.

"Hard already? Someone's eager to fuck." Alara teased.

"You'll know how difficult it is when you have this thing! It erected itself by your naked beauty!"

Alara laughed at Maessha's reply. Flattered but is having a cock that troublesome? She would know soon enough.

Grabbing both of Maessha's ankles, Alara positioned herself in a sitting Amazon position. Bearing their name, such position implied domination while Alara was on top.

A firm grip on Maessha's ankles, Alara's pussy devoured Maessha's thick cock. The frost giant heaved in delight while Maessha clawed the sheet, her dick wrapped in a softness divine.

Alara's powerful legs worked, bobbing her up and down. Sliding over and over against Maessha's, gorging herself on her lover's meatiness that stuffed Alara to the brim. Each ascent, a delight. Each descent , filling her with pleasure.

The mere sight of this Amazoness woman doing her from above left Maessha breathless, moaning as her cock was squeezed tight by her lover's pussy pounding, completely dominating her dick!

The pleasure building up was too much, Maessha was...

"I'm...I'm cumming!"

Alara grinned, the merciless movement of her hips continued.

"Then come for me, love, let it all out."

A moan tender had been unleashed by Maessha unto their tent. Alara halted her legs, a gush of warmth erupted inside of her. Her grip on Maessha's ankles remained, telling Maessha Alara will not let go until she had exhausted every drop.