<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Hettún versus Anya</span></strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Warriors/Oni3-1.jpg)</div><br/>Hettún laughed again, a great mirthful noise that shook through his entire body.  "Such squealing!  Where is that fire now, little girl?  No more kicking dust at me or calling names?  All words and no skill.  You are a disgrace!  Hettún has fought many a woman that could earn his respect, but you?  Hah!" he shouted, lifting her up again and hooking his finger under the woman's thong.  "At least you please Hettún's eyes.  If we were relaxing, I would give little girl the honor of being taken by me!  But we are not relaxing, and little girl needs to understand what happens to those who dare to enter this hallowed ground."<br/><br/>The Oni punctuated the grave statement by pressing his knuckle tightly against Anya's rear, kneading his sausage-like finger lewdly against her sex and ass without even the slightest hint of shame.  The men of the crowd were already becoming heated and pushing forward to the edges of their seats, while the women either averted their eyes or stared with morbid fascination.  After a moment of watching her squirm he tore the thong from her entirely, raising it briefly to his nostrils to inhale her scent before flicking it into the dirt.  Scarcely would she even have time to realize what had happened before he dug his nails into her babydoll and wrenched it painfully from her body as well, leaving the blonde bombshell in nothing but stockings and shoes.  Hettún made a gluttonous noise from the back of his throat, jerking her up like a piece of meat until he could look her right in the eyes.<br/><br/>"This is what you want, yes?  Admit this to Hettún.  You have nothing but looks and dancing, but you do not want to appear shameful by joining with prostitutes.  So you come to Arena because you want attention.  You want respect.  You want all the men to stare and all the women to sneer with jealousy at you.  Little Girl wants to feel important.  You can strut about here and not be just a whore, but a 'fighter' with fan club and admirers.  So Hettún give you what you want!" he snapped, leering cruelly at her.<br/><br/>With agonizing slowness he wrested the woman's legs apart, splaying her wide for all the audience to gawk at.  Though she surely struggled in his grasp, there was no way for such a small human woman to put up much of a fight against such overwhelming strength.  Still, he allowed her the illusion of power, delighting in the way her legs kicked about and her delicious body worked up a nice sweaty sheen.  Hettún licked hard at Anya's cheek until her face seemed to contort, then slid his long black tongue down over her neck, between her swaying breasts, over the soft curve of her navel, and finally came to a halt over her sensitive nub.<br/><br/>Laughing gluttonously he would toss her to the ground, nudging at her body until her firm rump was presented high in the air.  Grabbing a fistful of her platinum hair to keep her in place, Hettún worked his big toe at the puckered opening of her ass and pressed firmly until he entered her, the force of the sudden kick causing her to become embedded in the dirt.  His fanged grin widened all the more to watch her struggles as he worked his toe about inside her, relishing the vile crudeness of the act.  He could practically feel Dust's burning glare from somewhere in the crowd, but for the time being the demon was content to ignore it.  He could not allow Anya to go unpunished for daring to parade herself around his home in such a state.