There was something overly hollow about Nerzalil as she approached the half-dragon. She nodded agreement to Alex, though she had rules to stipulate. “In combat, yes. We might be going to one of these sex arenas, but I only want to fight. If you can limit yourself to that… well, something tells me it won’t be a problem.”
(Teleporting to the mud pit if challenge is accepted)
For a pissed dragon needing to vent her anger she couldn't have asked for anything better. "These terms are acceptable." In fact she couldn't keep herself from smirking even when her opponent seemed almost unfazed by the dragon's presence. "I just hope you understand what you're getting yourself into." With the challenge accepted Pale struck her tail hard against the sand, and as a few grains were forced into the air a small breeze caught and rolled them until a small sandstorm covered to two women. It cleared not more than a second later, but all that was left behind were the small impressions left where the pair once stood.
EL CHALUPA SANGRIENTO woke up. The tide had risen, and she'd sunken into the sand slightly, as water dragged it out from under her, only to push it back on top with the rolling waves, like a wet and salty blanket of clammy, scratchy evil.
"VILLAIN!" she screamed, and struggled out of the rising tide, like would rise to banish the dark . Except, she was grey, in black clothes. But this minor detail made no difference - she would show the water the light of righteousness!
She stood tall, and ran further up the beach. Then, she turned. "FOR HONOR!"
She dashed towards the tide, and leapt. Corkscrewing through the air, she rained down a devastating elbow drop HARD on the dastardly waves, like the storms of El Niño. "In the face of Justice, Evil will never prevail!"
Then she ran off.
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Later, she found herself at another bar on the beach. Raiding it's cabinet of tasty foodstuffs, she found two things that greatly pleased her.
"YYYEEEESSS! These sausages are the embodiment of Truth! And... is that... YYYYEEESSS! Bacon! The most NOBLE of meats!"
She wrapped the FUCK out of the sausages with the bacon, lit the bar's grill, and cooked them all to Delicious Good and Just Perfection.
"Stop squirming so much you silly fox" Luciana scolded as she stroked Iggy hard, grinning at him despite. "Your debt to me is settled with last night, but I thought I'd give you a nice wakeup. Just lay back and relax" she said, letting go of him to straddle his waist. The succubus licked her lips, and then slowly lowered herself down onto his erect cock, letting out a lewd moan as she was impaled. Once she had taken his full length she began to grind her hips against him, enjoying the sensation of being filled for the first time since getting here. After a brief pause she began to ride the foxboy slowly and gently, running her hands up over his tummy and chest. She increased her speed and force over time, letting out loud moans of pleasure as she bounced up and down along Iggy's length, her ample breasts bouncing almost hypnotically in front of him as she raced towards her climax. After a few minutes she yelled out, arching her back and clamping down on his throbbing shaft with her soft inner walls as she came, still riding the foxboy frantically as if to milk him. He soon complied, shooting his load into the demon's womb with a yelp. Luciana took a moment of pause to rest, and then pulled herself off of Iggy, starting to untie him quietly. When she was done she said "alright, you're free to go" and began to walk out of the room, a little trickle of cum dribbling out of her and down her leg.
Iggy whimpers as he was scolded by the succubus for squirming. Upon being told that his debt was repaid, he was relieved, and yet disappointed at the same time. He then moans pleasureably as his nude figure was mounted by the succubus. Iggy laid there, blushing, and wagging his tail excitedly as the succubus paused ontop of him. His tail wagged faster and he moaned lewdly as his tummy was rubbed as the succubus rode him. He moans lewder and louder as the succubus picked up speed bouncing up and down on his member. His gaze was transfixed on Luciana's hypnotic, bouncing breasts, drooling slightly, his tail wagging faster as he enjoyed the show. His moans grow longer and louder as he was brought steadily to a climax, the succubus's birthing canal milking him for all he was worth. He was milked until he eventually climaxed, flooding the succubus's womb, being left there panting exhausted on his back.
After being untied and freed, Iggy felt a strange emptiness inside. He felt as though he NEEDED the succubus, like he couldn't live without he. He wanted to be with her at all times. He wanted to be her loyal pet. With much humility, he got on all fours and approaches Luciana, rubbing against her leg affectionately.
The pale-skinned swordswoman felt slightly better about her performance up until that point. Her measured jabs were still more mechanical than smooth, to her frustration, but she had avoided overextending. As Tamonten continued her circling, a smile reached her eyes, despite there being no such grin on her face. The thrill of combat, mock or not, filled her yet again. A puzzle stood in front of her and the manacled human sought to solve it. Only in this case, the puzzle was a nearly eight foot tall wall of power and skill, ready to bat aside the smaller woman's attempts to break her defense. Green eyes met the yellow ones of her opponent. It was impossible for the human warrior to read her draconic opponent's eyes with any reliability, given how little experience she had in speaking to any outside of the fey and humans. Tamonten found that she liked them, though. Perhaps it was the natural intensity born of the giantess's imposing form, or perhaps it was the focus present as the carefully bred dragoness concentrated on her defense. Regardless of the swordswoman's reasoning, they pressed her to pick up the pace.
Despite her urge to intensify the exchange, there was still quite an obstacle to overcome. Zaro had the advantage of strength, reach, and skill in their exchange. Tamonten had grace and agility, neither were what she was used to fighting exclusively with. The greatsword wielder's normal choice of combat was to merely crush through the defenses of her opponent. The dragoness was much different from some corrupted wolf. Her defense wouldn't be simply swept aside, most certainly not by a one-handed stick. It was a very refreshing change of pace for the would-be weaponmaster to spar with the shield-maiden. It gave her the chance to think and utilize her less brutish qualities. Unfortunately, patience wasn't a quality that Tamonten could claim to have, so her next course of action was given less thought than it truly deserved. The pale-skinned human made two more low jabs, once again aimed short of the tall woman's legs. Unlike before, the possessed girl's latest jabs had an intention beyond testing her sparring partner, they were a distraction made to try to bring the guardian's spear low. Her arm came back for a third jab and, instead of going for another low thrust, she made a lunge aimed for Zaro's left shoulder. The sword was slightly upturned and intended for a tab rather than a stab as, while she was sure the mighty dragoness could handle a hit from a wooden stick, she didn't want to strike her sparring partner with her full momentum and body put into the lunge. The sudden aggression was a move made out of dual impatience and curiosity, the human swordswoman had wondered whether her draconic opponent would go to avoid the strike or go on the offensive.
Tamonten -> Auralice
The warrior-turned-maid had just picked up a utensil when she felt that scaly tail brushing at her lower lips. At first, the serving-swordswoman blushed and tried to close her legs. It took a few moments for her enthralled brain to piece together that the feeling under the table was her mistress. When she did, however, she found her legs spreading to allow Auralice more access to her pussy, though the fierce blush remained. As the tip of the tail slid between her lips and brushed across her clit, Tamonten listened intently to her lady's challenge. When the snake-woman had concluded, the maid nodded eagerly, not that it was necessary, interested equally in the continued attentions of her serpentine master and the possibility of a reward. The pale-skinned woman adjusted her rapidly failing grip on the utensil and moved it over her plate and with that, her mistress's challenge had begun.
The start was a little rocky for the swordswoman as she took her first bite of the meal. Tamonten chewed slowly and carefully, nothing less than what her mistress had ordered, but couldn't bring herself to ignore the feeling of Auralice's tail assailing her increasingly wet folds. By the time she was three bites in, the manacled woman was shamefully wet between her legs and low, lewd noises issued from the scaly appendage brushing against her. The girl's enthralled mind was clueless as to how to handle the situation. It was her mistress caressing her sensitive nethers, how could she find anything but joy in that? But at the same time, her lady had told her to hold out for a reward, and Tamonten desperately desired that special desert. After a short debate with herself, the enchanted woman decided that she could try to resist Auralice's advances. With a new-found determination, the maid continued her meal.
Of course, trying to resist and successfully resisting were two different things. The pale woman's reactions only became more and more pronounced as time went on. She began to subconsciously move her hips towards the tail, now slick with the girl's own juices, pressing it harder against herself as time went on. A few times she moaned or gasped lowly as the assailing object brushed against her stiff nub and drilled her sex. Her face burned red with arousal and embarrassment at everything going on beneath the table. By the time she had moved onto the entree, the possessed human was fidgeting in her seat. She looked around nervously, some small morsel of sense left in her mind telling her that the exhibitionism was something to be ashamed of. Yet some other part of her mind, revealed by the succubus's magic, reveled in the pleasure she was receiving and the idea that somebody else could see it. And besides, shouldn't she have been proud that her lady was so pleased with her toy that she would show it to others in public?
Her mind and body's natural reaction to the stimulation was rapidly leading to her failure to meet her mistress's challenge. Even as one of the soulless servants of the island came to inquire about the quality of their meal, the girl wasn't distracted enough to resist the attentions her groin was receiving. By the time the servant had been waved away, the woman felt even more aroused. More than just aroused, Tamonten was so enjoying the treatment that she had unwittingly summoned her demonic member underneath the table. By the time she was halfway finished with the entree, a task that had been greatly slowed by the serpentine woman's continued teasing, she could feel the orgasm welling up within her. She moved to take another bite of her entree, slowly bringing it to her mouth. The pale swordswoman took a bite of the carefully cut food. As she chewed, her mistress varied the tail's molestation of Tamonten. The manacled human was so lost in lust that it surprised her, causing her to cough and sputter the food. It took all the focus the horny maid could muster to return to finish chewing and swallow her mouthful. By that point, Auralice was making a show of eating desert, and the warrior had all but lost.
The slave-maid had all but given up on even trying to make use of her utensil as she lustfully stared at her mistress. As the tail drove on against her sopping wet pussy, the woman simply came. No warning or fanfare at her climax beyond the act itself. Tamonten bit her lower lip to stifle a sudden, loud moan. She leaned into the table, dropping her fork. Underneath the privacy of the cafe table, the signal of her defeat was more clear. Her womanhood convulsed, spattering the molesting appendage with some of the copious amount of juices that her flower had been leaking. Even her untouched demonic cock began to twitch, cum exploding from it and ending up on Auralice's scaly tail. It went on for the better part of a minute, with Tamonten completely lost in her orgasm and forgetting about the cafe around her, or her half-eaten entree. She had lost but it felt so good.
When the pale-skinned woman recovered from her failure, she looked up at her mistress, eyes filled with shame. Tamonten was embarrassed about what had happened in public, but much more embarrassed at failing her task. "I-I'm sorry mistress. I'm a terrible maid and should be punished. Please let this unworthy slave service you, mistress." For all her words, the losing maid didn't seem willing to wait for Auralice's approval on the matter. She slid off of her seat and began to crawl under the table. The swordswoman's first task was to pick up the naga's tail and clean her own cum and fluids off of it with her tongue. It was obvious that the horny maid intended to go further unless the serpentine woman stopped her.
Tamonten -> Tomoe& Yonder Peeping Alraunes
The white-haired swordswoman cooed softly when her partner took hold of the demonic member. As the pretty easterner began to stroke her length, Tamonten sighed happily and leaned back on the stone, basking in the attentions. She only offered a giggle at Tomoe's self-professed inexperience, at least until the other woman took the head of the demonic cock into her mouth. "Could have fooled me," she whispered teasingly. A strange sense of accomplishment washed over the manacled woman as she looked down at the busty miko. To have the previously obstinate eastern warrior willingly trying to return the swordswoman's own earlier attentions left a feeling of mental bliss in her arousal-filled head. There was the more physical sense of bliss that arose from feeling the shrine maiden's lips around her manhood too, of course. She let out a moan, as much to show her approval of the stimulation as to let any potential voyeurs know that the two were still at it. When the warrior maiden penetrated her neglected womanhood with a finger, Tamonten pushed her hips toward the miko appreciatively.
With Tomoe taking the pale swordswoman's length deeper and deeper and lavishing attention on her soaked flower, it didn't take long for the receiving woman to begin moaning with frequency. The possessed girl closed her eyes as she leaned back, focusing entirely on the feeling of her partner's ministrations. She began to softly thrust herself against the miko's hands and mouth, though the white-haired woman tried not to do too much, wanting the easterner to choose how she found release. Despite any inexperience in Tomoe's motions, the manacled woman felt her peak approaching rapidly. It took Tamonten be surprise when the easterner halted, but she grinned lustfully when she opened her eyes to find the other woman preparing to wrap her soft mounds around the magical dick. Tamonten's well attended cock was so slick with saliva and precum that it slid easily between the two orbs. Remembering her own, smaller tits, the pale woman moved her hands to massage her chest. The pleasure of having her member sandwiched in-between the warrior maiden's breasts and pinching at her own sensitive nipples meshed wonderfully for the horny woman. So wonderfully that when the tip of her manhood was returned to Tomoe's mouth, it left the swordswoman in a state of ecstasy.
As her partner continued, Tamonten dropped her hands to the woman's shoulders. The pale-skinned girl didn't attempt to guide or change the shapely miko's actions, but she simply wasn't sure where else to hold on. "Y-yes. Going to... Going to cum," she offered as a mixed reply and warning to the eastern priestess. Her warning came only a few moments before she did. A few more motions and the demonic human tensed, ropes of copious amounts of cum launching from her cock. Tamonten made no attempt to control the destination of her seed, letting her partner make that choice. To the swordswoman, it was difficult to tell how long her own orgasm had lasted for. It felt like she was held in the throes of ecstasy for hours. She twitched and shuttered as the pleasure rolled through her, continuing to release an unnatural amount of cum from her temporary manhood. Eventually, the sensations overwhelmed her and the pale-skinned woman simply slumped backwards onto the rocks, even as her rod continued to spasm and expel her demonically granted juices. The perverted sprinkler finally died down, however, leaving the recovering swordswoman feeling limp and relaxed. A wave of euphoria filled the woman's being as she rested on the flat boulder, trying to slow the spinning of her head.
Tamonten laid panting in the aftermath of the act. "That...was fun," she offered to the shrine maiden. It took her a few seconds longer, but when she had finally come down from the euphoria of her orgasm, the pale-skinned woman sat up. Sliding down the rocks, the possessed girl almost aggressively pulled Tomoe in for another kiss. Her tongue sought out the miko's and twirled around it. It was short, that time, with no extra gropings attached, before the swordswoman pulled away. "You can call me by Tamonten, by the way," she introduced herself with an amused grin at how much had transpired before she had even shared the information. Looking down, the woman reluctantly dismissed her magical cock. In truth, she wasn't fully sated -- indeed, the possessed girl worried that she might never be truly sated where the magical member was concerned -- but she knew she had to put her foot down somewhere on her own unquenchable lust...at least for a little while. After waiting for the easterner's introduction, Tamonten continued by offering, with an obvious attempt at sounding clueless and innocent; "And, um, I think something might be watching us."
"Hmm? What's this now?" Luciana asked as Iggy crawled over to her on all fours, nuzzling her leg with his head. "You want to stay my pet, don't you~" she asked coyly, petting his head and rubbing down his back with a tentacle. "I wasn't really looking for a permanent pet, though. I don't want to be followed all around this island during the day. If you want to be here nights, though, that would be just fine with me~"
Pleasing Tomoe -> That perverted sprinkler Tamo<- And flowery peeping toms
Maintaining her focus on pleasing the pale girl, Tomoe could feel the demonic phallus starting to twitch in the tight, passionate embrace of her sizeable breasts. Taking the hands on her shoulders as a sign of the incoming release, she started to slide her body a bit faster, soon getting a mouthful of steamy cum. Withdrawing her mouth from the tip, she nonetheless kept up the pleasing until the member stopped spraying it's contents, just like the partner had pleased her. This resulted in her getting a mask of white seed, since the shrine maiden couldn't really avoid the flying liquids. Only once it had stopped fully and the pale female had toppled bodily onto the rock did the priestess release the trapped tool, sitting down onto the pool and spitting out the white stuff from her mouth. She simply did not have any desire to taste the fluid. Having done that, the easterner rubbed away all the goo coating her face with the pool water, not wanting to look like a mess.
"It was... a little.." Tomoe gave her reply once the girl started addressing her, joining up with the miko eventually as she slided off the rock and into the pool next to her. Much to her surprise, the girl jumped her again with kissing. It was a brief but passionate tongue bout, which the shrine maiden was quite willing to indulge in. "Tomoe..." was her only reply to the introduction as Tamo dismissed that eagerly spraying member between her legs. It did look like the girl went a bit more calm when she did not have that thing about. But Tomoe's thoughts were taken away from the magic penis once she was informed about the apparent peepers who had experienced their act together. "Oh no..." she said, sliding down the edge of the pool until she was almost completely immersed in the water. Such was the shame in her mind now that the statement sinked itself in properly.
Iggy shudders as he was stroked by the tentacle, cooing pleasureably. He whimpers and paws at Luciana, humiliatingly degrading himself before Luciana by his making shameful suggestions.
"C...could you at l-least feed me... a...and w-walk me... and...and... play... with me...?"
The angel tilted her head as Bakan mentioned his brother, watching him and listening intently. "He sounds like a wonderful young man.... I'm sure that he has managed to keep out of the wrong sort of trouble. If only more of mortalkind were like the two of you...." She replied earnestly, but trailing off and turning to stare back into the woods as she finished.
She turned back to him when he spoke so modestly of himself, meeting his eyes and smiling once more. With utter confidence, Nadia calmly replied; "Yes. The power of a thing is not the sole measure of its worth, Bakan. Many of the most wondrous things in the world are tiny and utterly powerless. Though most mortals might not be as powerful as a demon or one of my kind, that does humans worth any less." As she continued, Nadia adopted a slight glint in her eye; "There is no shame in such thoughts for one whom you love, Bakan. Quite the opposite, in fact. Angels are beings of love as much as they are of battle, purity and power."
After her slightly morose tangent and Bakan's apology for it, Nadia simply shook her head and adopted a serene expression once more. "Oh, don't be sorry. It was by my own folly that I fell, and I have long since recovered from what was done to me. But..... I thank you for the sentiment, all the same."
As the man turned to stare at the ground, she watched him for a moment, smiling sadly, and after a moment of silence, Nadia very quietly said; "It is a sad thing, what you say. But in this, imperfect world, it is sometimes what is needed." She paused again, staring at him for a moment, before she continued; "You really would, wouldn't you? I was right. Ashloriel is very lucky to have you." Nadia turned away, and stared off into the woods, but she was smiling again.
Bakan scratched the back of his head as she went on a lecture, talking on the contrary to everything he had just said he believed. As a man who believed in balance, if he was to be so lucky that Ashloriel would love him, he was sure to drop dead soon afterwards. Even just looking at his appearance from a puddle of water nearby, he would never say that the man in that reflection, with his orderless, pointy hair, and homely appearance could be paired with the beauty he had laid eyes on.
He sighed, "I suppose I might view things to a bit of an extreme... But I do believe you're giving me far too much credit," he told her honestly. "Since I do not have the power in my own hands, what I claim to do with it are merely idle words. They say power corrupts. Since I have never known true power, I can only assume what I would do with it. I might, for example, use the power irresponsibly, and strike down someone that murdered another without a second thought, before discovering that the person that I had slain was merely protecting himself. The thought of being able to wield the power to kill so easily... Is honestly a concept that frightens me."
Silent for a moment after his words, he turned to Nadia suddenly, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Nadia," he announced to her, "but I mustn't linger. The master of this island is sure to take advantage of our proximity." he announced.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN VACATION!" Anthriel screamed at the ArchAngel Michael
Raising his eyebrow in both annoyance and mild amusement, Michael answered the irate angel as calmly as he could
"Well, since you've done no real work in the past thousand years or so, and your driving the Seraphim all insane with your constant teasing, Myself and Gabriel decided you could use a break. Or rather WE could use a break... From You". Saying this he dismissively gestured at Anthriel who suddenly found herself in the air, Upside down.
"Hmmm, Wha~ Ono" was all that managed to make it out of her mouth before gravity decided to take its natural course and Anthriel found herself screeching towards what was most assuredly a great deal of water.
Anthriel Flailed her wings wildly, trying to right herself before she hit the water and managed to succeed... partially, as her wings finally snapped out and she saved herself from getting wet, she had neglected to notice the fast approach of the beach itself, and with a soft albeit loud "Thwump" she impacted the thankfully soft sand with the full speed of her descent.
Gasping for air as she yanked her head out of the sand Anthriel stumbled a little before finally managing to stand up. Not even noticing her surroundings she spun back towards the water and began to rave furiously at the horizon line. With sand all over her body, screaming at the sky and her wings a mess, anyone looking would have thought the distraught angel a tad insane
Bakan "Hammer Time" Jeru -> "Ride em Cowgirl" Nadia
Bakan scratched the back of his head as she went on a lecture, talking on the contrary to everything he had just said he believed. As a man who believed in balance, if he was to be so lucky that Ashloriel would love him, he was sure to drop dead soon afterwards. Even just looking at his appearance from a puddle of water nearby, he would never say that the man in that reflection, with his orderless, pointy hair, and homely appearance could be paired with the beauty he had laid eyes on.
He sighed, "I suppose I might view things to a bit of an extreme... But I do believe you're giving me far too much credit," he told her honestly. "Since I do not have the power in my own hands, what I claim to do with it are merely idle words. They say power corrupts. Since I have never known true power, I can only assume what I would do with it. I might, for example, use the power irresponsibly, and strike down someone that murdered another without a second thought, before discovering that the person that I had slain was merely protecting himself. The thought of being able to wield the power to kill so easily... Is honestly a concept that frightens me."
Silent for a moment after his words, he turned to Nadia suddenly, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Nadia," he announced to her, "but I mustn't linger. The master of this island is sure to take advantage of our proximity." he announced.
"The fact that you are so concerned that you could not yield power responsibly is proof enough for me that you are worthwhile. And likely for Ashloriel as well. No one, not even the greatest of my kind, is truly perfect. Though you may not possess such power now, I think that some day, you will have the power to change the world. And I have faith that you will do it for the better." Nadia earnestly replied, smiling serenely. When he turned to her and suggested that he had to leave, the angel frowned slightly.
The man had been tense when he had arrived, and she still hadn't gotten to the reason behind that. In fact, if anything, Nadia felt as if she had made him even more uncomfortable, and she lowered her head dejectedly for a moment. Before Bakan could leave, however, Nadia said; "Wait, Bakan..... Would you like to come have lunch with me? I'm afraid that I've not been a very good companion this day. I wanted to help you with whatever was troubling you, but.... I just seem to have made you uncomfortable. I won't force you to, but I pray you will accept."
"Hmm... Well, as your owner, I order you to feed yourself. I'll play with you when I get back, I have things to do" Luciana said, patting Iggy's head. "I'll be going now. Take care, little foxboy."
Surka made a strong pace in the sand, the prints in her wake as evidence of her long stride. Proud, though she was, it was times like this she cursed the size with which her Orc heritage gave her. She doesn't know for how long she's been here, or even how this turn of events came about, but simply waiting hasn't presented her any opportunity of flight. Regardless, her training waits for nothing, so on she will keep running. She knew her speed still lacked severely if she wished to become the warrior she aspired to be, not just any other mindless Orc. After her training, she knew she must continue her efforts by visiting the library, knowing battle wasn't only of the body but the mind. However, the thought of what was to come does not give her a second of hesitation in what must be done first. Her stride lengthened..
Anthriel, exhausted from her tirade against her fate, and extremely uncomfortable with her disheveled appearance, turned around and noticed for the first time that she was actually standing at what seemed to be a resort.
"Hmmm" Anthriel mused as she started to dust the sand off her body. "A bath or food would make sense, but i'm on a Vacation~", the last word expelled from her mouth dripping with sarcasm as she headed for the hotel, eager to find a bar. Surely an island resort had alcohol hiding somewhere...
Iggy whimpers and goes to grab a couple bowls and fills one with cereal and the other with water and sets them on the floor. He gets on the floor and starts to eat out of the bowl as he watches his mistress leave the hotel room.
All the shyness there was in the beginning of the match is now gone from Pale, though her voice is still quite quiet."A lucky guess. I don't really advertise it, since some people seem to think all vampires are nothing but mindless killers."
Pale looks the angel into the eyes with a relaxed smile on her face and reaches to touch her goo-covered wing gently. "I hope it won't take us all night to clean your wings. I'd like to be at the hotel by sunrise."
"Well, you can't judge a...." Nadia begins, but is interrupted as the two of them simultaneously vanish, dropping onto their feet with a soft thud. "That's.... Not at all disorienting." She continued, and then turned back toward Pale, who had been touching her wing when they had been teleported here. "Anyway, no I was exaggerating when I said that it would take all night... Slightly. I know you said that you would help me, but you don't have to help if it puts you in any danger. I can warn you when dawn is an hour away though, so it's up to you." She said earnestly, looking back at Pale's relaxed smile with a similar expression.
Blinking at the sudden teleport, Pale nevertheless keeps looking at Nadia."I said I'd help you. Besides, I need a bath as much as you do." Diverting her gaze from the angel, Pale looks around. "I think I saw hot springs near here earlier, but it's rather dark and they might be slippery. Would you rather try the springs or go to the bathhouse?"
"Springs are fine by me! And thank you again!" Nadia replies cheerfully, and then allows Pale to take the lead. She walked carefully even when on normal ground, since the added weight on her wings ruined her balance.
Confidently taking lead in the near-darkness of the forest, Pale takes Nadia's hand and leads her to the springs, moving silently around obstacles, moonlight playing on her pale skin with green patterns and splashes of the weird goo covering the arena floor covering most of it.
Soon the sounds of water are heard by the pair as they arrive to the opening, light playing on the black water. As she arrives to the edge of the nearest pool, Pale takes a quick glance to make sure the water is deep enough and with a mischievous grin she turns around with a quick movement pulling Nadia close, and throws herself and the angel to the hot water with a resounding splash.
Nadia's pale skin literally glowing as brightly as the moonlight that streamed in through the streams, undimmed by her fatigue or the sticky goo covering her as she followed Pale a short ways through the woods. Her own light shining against the black water of the spring, but truthfully Nadia was only half paying attention to where she was being led. As such, she only blinked slightly as Pale grabbed her and suddenly pulled her in close. The tired angel idly noticed the water as she and Pale suddenly spread toward it, but when she fell on her back into the steaming liquid, Nadia emitted a surprised gasp that was quickly cut off as her head went below the surface.
After a moment of sputtering after her dramatic entrance into the water, Nadia managed to say; "That's... One way to get into the water." After some more sputtering, the angel sighed slightly and simply left her wings submerged, wrapping them around Pale's body beneath the warm water as she began to rub along the woman's body.
