Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-28358106-20170823180540

(S9/Ant) This time, Antoinette doesn't telegraph her intentions by calling out Maria's success. Instead she changes course slightly and gives a burst from her wings, dashing towards the stunned Chochin. She swings her sword underhand as she passes, batting her into the distance and out of the ring, skidding to a halt not far from the edge as the crowd roars at her success.

She turns to face the Dhampir, but she's too slow; she feels the revitalized Dhampir's broadsword pass clean through her equine backside.

Her rear legs buckle as the pleasure tears through her body. She screams in ecstacy as she collapses, but just barely has the presence of mind to convert to her bipedal form. She plummets to the ground, arching her back as she tries not to succumb to the intense pleasure, opening her squinted eyes just in time to see the broadsword coming down again, this time at her head.

With a gasp, she swings her shield, batting the sword to the side, her inner thighs rubbing together as her torso turns. She feels their slickness, and it sends a wave of fear through her mind, making her heart pound faster than it already is.

(I m-mustn't...let Master see me l-like this...n-not n-now...) Her face blushes, twisted from a mix of emotions.