When the witch was done, Deon walked up to her and smacked her ass one more time, keeping his hand resting casually on her muscular and well-oiled rear end. “You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you?” He asked the barbarian and she turned her head sideways in shame. “You<em>know</em>, don’t you? You know what happens to weaklings. To losers.”<br/><br/>“Meff.” Misty’s voice was tiny through the gag, which was completely new for the loud and brash barbarian.<br/><br/>“Then tell us, Misty Thunderthighs! Tell us what I am going to do to you!”<br/><br/>“Woo awe tay-king se… se fic-torsh shpoils…”<br/><br/>“And what are the victor’s spoils?<em>Who</em>is the victor’s spoils?” Deon asked, painfully pinching the softer skin on the inner side of Misty’s ‘thunderthighs’ to force a proper answer out of her.<br/><br/>“Mmm. I om… shpoils.” Misty finally admitted.<br/><br/>“That’s right! But I’m not going to just take you. I’m going to take your<strong>ass</strong>!” Deon confirmed and gave Misty another smack to her oiled up rear end. Elora visibly blushed at the sheer mention of the act. The redness had spread all over her face and was now slowly creeping up her long, pointed ears.<br/><br/>When that was settled, Deon walked around the barbarian, positioned himself between her legs and undid his pants. Beatrice licked her lips and her tail fluttered. Elora pretended not to stare. Lune cursed in the distance as she cut herself on her carving knife. He positioned the tip of his cock against Misty’s ass and slowly rubbed it up and down her crack, teasing her.<br/><br/>“Ohm shure Oy hawd biggo!” Misty taunted when he lingered a while longer, softly pressing the tip of his cock against her tight rear entrance, slowly opening it up. The spanking was still well-engrained in her mind, but she couldn’t let him take her like this without at least some semblance of resistance.<br/><br/>“Did you now?” Deon asked and a hand ran down the barbarian’s back. He was still wearing most of his battle gear, including his iron gauntlet, which left red scratch marks all along her back. Then, his hands grabbed firmly on to her hips and he pulled her onto him just as much as he thrust into her.<br/><br/>Misty’s features twisted with the discomfort of being stretched. She had wanted to do a battle cry, but all she managed now was a soft, squealing whimper that escaped around her gag as Deon’s big cock pushed into her, knocking the air from her lungs. She had been wrong. So<em>very</em>wrong. Misty Thunderaxe hadn't had bigger. For a moment, she tried to escape from the cock that painfully stretched her but Deon held on to her. She buckled and struggled against her bonds, trying to break them, but it was good rope and tightly tied. The priest just watched her struggles and held the position, his cock lodged in her ass, denying her any escape but also not causing her any more discomfort. Her body tried to keep him out, but all that did was milk and massage him, encouraging him to fuck her in earnest.<br/><br/>“You will get used to it.” Deon said and ran a more tender, ungloved hand over Misty’s body. When he latched on to her hips again, Misty knew what to expect. Nevertheless, a deep, primal groan escaped her gagged lips when he started to move. “You sure are tight.” Deon said and did another slow thrust with his hips, easing himself into and out of her. The barbarian was trying to compensate for his movement, moving with him to minimize the friction in her tender asshole.<br/><br/>But, ever so slowly, Misty’s groans of pain and humiliation changed into something different. With every thrust, she became more cooperative, her movements more in sync with his. Her juices were flowing more and more and her breathing became as laboured as his as she threw herself into the fuck with abandon. If she managed to block out the fact that she was trussed up like a prize pig after being defeated and then being fucked in the ass in front of an audience, then pleasure was pleasure and Misty was certainly not one to deny a good time. But every time she managed to drift away on the deep-seated lust, Deon said or did something that especially reminded her of her defeat. No matter how hard she tried, Misty couldn’t shake the memory and lose herself in her pleasure; Deon would not allow it. But, soon, she was beyond caring that her desire was<em>wrong</em>and accepted all that he was giving her.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>“I claim Misty Thunderthighs!”</strong></span>Deon announced when he was close to cumming and, immediately, he felt the pressure on his cock increase. He thrust into her once more, deeply, and then stayed as he squirted his seed into her bowels.<br/><br/>When he had caught his breath for a moment, Deon pushed himself off the barbarian girl and looked into the round. Misty tensed and thrust against his hand as he run it underneath her, gathering up her ample juices. Unlike him, she hadn’t been able to cum from the action, but was certainly most eager to do so. His hand was slippery and dripping with wetness when he held it up as proof.<br/><br/>Beatrice seemed giddy and well entertained. She clapped her hands in applause, which made her chains jingle a little. Lune was still busy with her fletching, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Elora was nowhere to be seen.<br/><br/>Deon nodded with deep satisfaction and pulled up his pants. A dribble of his seed was running down Misty’s ass.<br/><br/><br/>“You liked that.” He stated and wiped his hand on the barbarian’s cheeks and hair. “Now remember: You swore on your honour that until you defeat me in a challenge, you won’t speak out against me again.” Misty nodded and squirmed as he touched her again. More rope was being added to her bondage but the priest seemed to have no intention of letting her finish, too. And considering how her hands were tied, there was no way of getting herself off, either. Misty made a pleading noise and shook in her bounds. This wasn’t<em>fair</em>. She wasn’t<em>done</em>. She needed to<em>cum</em>! “Just stay there, I will be back for you later.” Deon said, patted her ass and picked up one of the loot bags. Suddenly, blackness and the scent of rough hemp surrounded Misty. She shook and groaned some more, but all she got in reply was silence.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“Now let’s talk about how you can be useful to me.” Deon addressed Beatrice. The witch looked positively …<em>flushed</em>… from what she had just observed and her tail was toying with her clothes. Her silk dress was ragged and ripped from the month on the road but, if anything, it only added to her appeal. Beatrice smoothed herself against him as he put an arm around her waist and led her off to where she had made a little camp for herself. Having just spent his lust on the barbarian would certainly make the next step so much easier:<em>Seducing a seductress</em>.<br/>