Turning the Desert Princess into a Defeat-Addicted Maso♥ (3)
"Win this one for sure, Leon!"
In the stands, Bella cheered me on with a bright, innocent smile, brimming with unshakable faith in my victory.
"..."
The knight Amelie averted her gaze shyly at first, then whispered in a small voice that she'd cheer for her lord.
Everyone from our party had gathered in the arena—except the Magic Tower Lord, who'd refused to watch, claiming no interest.
"Hehe, Leon Sodus. Look forward to your bout with me. It won't be anything like before."
"...Is that so?"
She certainly seemed more resolute this time, arriving with special gear unlike our previous clashes.
Black gloves enveloped her fists, amplifying her mana. Gold earrings engraved with shamanistic symbols dangled at her ears.
And that wasn't all. Orbs packed dense with condensed mana danced around her hands.
"Just as you gave your all to win before, I shall do my utmost as well."
She fiddled with her gloves, eyeing me with utter confidence—like the entire desert backed her with its overwhelming pressure.
"Ha, so you weren't going all out until now?"
"Of course not? I am of divine blood, while you are mere human. Until now, I didn't see you as my equal, so I used but a fraction of my power."
"I acknowledged your recent struggles and permitted this duel as a reward."
As if shoving the memory of her pathetic defeat to some dark corner of her mind, she faced me with her old arrogant, haughty demeanor.
"This will be my first true bout at full strength, so you could even call it our real first match."
"The previous ones? Hm... more like practice rounds? Something like that."
She bumped her fists together to loosen up, her tone lofty and self-assured throughout.
Did she truly believe this victory would restore everything? Had she forgotten getting her precious spot stomped relentlessly, squirting in humiliated surrender?
Her shift puzzled me a bit, so I peered into her psyche.
"This earring is a treasure passed down from the empire to the desert... With this relic that lets me glimpse the short future, my defeat is impossible!"
"And that's not all? The robes I'm wearing now are another treasure, letting me teleport short distances. I can land an unexpected blow."
"You've dodged and toyed with me so far... but not anymore."
She'd certainly prepared her 'best' for this fight. But for what? Her true motive wasn't victory.
"But... if even with all this preparation, I lose again...♥"
"If I pour everything in and still suffer total defeat again...♥"
"Then, I'll have to pay the price for the arrogance I've shown you... hehe♥"
What she craved was an even more humiliating, wretched defeat. This 'best effort' was prep work to savor the despair of it all shattering.
Entering the duel with her confident, lofty poise was to heighten the contrast when she crumbled into miserable submission.
Confirming the thought process of a bitch addicted to defeat, I approached the match with a satisfied heart.
"Elahe, for you... I'll gift the worst defeat imaginable."
"...Ha, if you can, then try it!"
Right before the duel began, her mind played a soft melody of anticipation and excitement swelling within.
Finding the path to victory had always been effortless for me, Elahe. Compared to others, my talent was like the difference between a blind man and one with sight.
Defeat wasn't just unfamiliar—it was something I'd never experienced.
That is, until I met that man.
"Kgh...!"
I nearly took another hit from a mere swordsman.
The man who'd inflicted humiliating defeat on me before, then used it as an excuse to heap even greater shame upon me... Leon Sodus.
Today, I'd crush him utterly, washing away all prior disgrace. By not allowing even a single strike, I'd prove the true gap in our skills.
But the duel didn't unfold as planned.
He was stronger today than in our previous five bouts.
From my blind spot, a ferocious blow came as if he'd read my mind—nearly landing.
If not for the teleport magic embedded in my robes, that attack would've hit.
He pressed on relentlessly, giving no respite.
With each successive duel against me, rather than playing defensive, he shifted to offense, aiming to subjugate me.
...And I could feel with my whole body how his initially sloppy assaults grew ever more refined.
The moment I spotted him charging, I invoked the power in my earring.
"Future, part ways."
The earring revealed two futures.
"Krgh...♥ Krrheek...♥"
Dodging left, I fail to evade the follow-up, my belly smashed by the flat of his greatsword in a pathetic collapse.
So, I hurl myself right.
"Kghk!"
I barely avoid the hit, but his fist grazes me.
My body grows faintly languid, the weight of my clenched fist registering more heavily.
'Damn it, I got cursed after all...♥'
The curse seeped in, bringing an unwelcome sensation of frailty.
A chilling, eerie premonition that defeat loomed near♥
And the displeasure didn't end there. Both futures glimpsed ended in my defeat—differing only in degree.
The door to victory felt narrower now.
"Hyaat!"
Having taken the curse, my plan for flawless victory without a single hit was in ruins.
With no choice, I switched to offense, striking him.
Blazing Fist Gale, infused with the hellish desert heat.
Storm Fist, too fast for the eye.
Quicksand Fist, dragging foes into a mire the longer the fight dragged.
Techniques that could repel armies unleashed on one man at once.
Yet they availed nothing.
My proud arts, which had once granted me glorious triumphs and my foe utter despair, failed entirely against him.
"Why... why...!"
No pinnacle fist technique reached him.
'Why...♥ Why...♥'
The earring's futures grew ever more despairing.
"N-No more...♥ Stop tormenting my tits...♥"
Me, soaked in curse, my nipples toyed with mid-duel.
"Hic! I'll spread my pussy...♥ Please, no more belly hits...♥"
My robes shredded, legs forced wide.
"Kghk♥ J-Just kill meee♥ Spare meee...♥"
Throat choked again, begging pathetically for mercy...
If I slipped even once, these futures flooded in wildly.
Even choosing the best to evade the worst... all I saw now were ever harsher branches.
'Still, not yet... I can't give up...♥'
Then the earring showed two finals for this duel.
Either way, I ended in miserable defeat.
Two choices: Accept defeat calmly, or provoke him into savage subjugation.
"..I... I'm...♥"
"Is the princess definitely a virgin? How can a virgin take the lord's cock like that? I don't get it."
"Haha, Amelie, you know full well that once Leon's in you, even virgins cum like that."
"Ngh, but that's... that's just too depraved, isn't it?"
"Hehe, Amelie dear... You should've seen yourself last time we served Leon together..."
"Hmph, h-hum..."
Bella and Amelie exchanged idle chit-chat while watching Elahe lose her virginity in the arena's center.
"Kghaaak♥ Uugh♥ Khrrut♥"
Refusing to admit defeat, she'd provoked me with deliberate arrogance to invite greater humiliation—so I obliged exactly as she craved.
No foreplay. Elahe was savagely mounted and deflowered.
Her tiny fists pinned helpless by my huge hands, legs forcibly spread wide for rape.
Before onlookers' eyes, her legs pried open, her cherished virginity stolen.
Even just the tip felt exquisite—proof of her supreme pussy.
"It hurts...♥ It huuuurts...♥ Hnng...♥"
"You like the pain, don't you?"
"Heeek..♥ Uugh...♥ Khweek♥"
Instead of words, she nodded dumbly, her face blank in agreement.
"Ah~ So jealous! I wish I could've offered my virginity to Leon too... Really envious. Getting raped by Leon while still a virgin."
Bella gnawed her nails, staring at our joined sexes.
"Mm, still, I think losing my virginity was better than the princess's. Isn't deflowering best in a private space, just the two of us?"
"Hehe, watch closely, Amelie. The princess thinks differently. Seems she prefers it with everyone watching?"
"Oh my... Really, princess is... hopeless♥"
Each time their high-insult banter reached her, her walls clenched tighter.
"Don't looook...♥ P-Pussy... don't look at my puuussy...♥ Pussy...♥ Heekweek♥"
"Pussy what?"
The princess's defeat switch hid deep in her belly. Beneath firm abs, her womb mouth greeted my thick, hot glans with needy kisses each thrust.
Clinging like it begged, 'Cum inside here, please', every stroke.
"P-Pussy♥ I looove it...♥"
Her clever womb, smartening my cock with each pound, made her spew idiot babble as if it'd stolen her brain.
Each womb jab bulged her taut 11-pack abs—visual delight.
I ravaged her glossy caramel cunt like sweet caramel.
Shame of defeat chased by slammed-in pleasure.
Pain and ecstasy too much to bear? She saw it as defeat too, heating up fiercer.
Temp soaring, juices gushing mad, her pussy massaged my cock alive.
Position shift: doggy.
Fists freed, yet she didn't resist—pawed the ground like a bitch instead.
I wrapped her long hair around her neck like a leash, yanking to choke while taunting rewards.
"Repeat after me, worthless pussy bitch. 'Sorry for being so arrogant.'"
"Khek♥ H-How can you say...♥ Heeek!"
Spanked ass shaking, she quivered in joy.
"Say it."
"Nyahet...♥"
In our final bout's perfect defeat, she'd convinced herself deep down this was her worst punishment.
Challenge with all you'd gain? Then brace to lose it all.
A thought she'd mulled before—but never imagined herself on the losing end.
Each ass smack halted her resistance; she parroted my words.
Each pussy pound dilated her pupils, awakening maso bliss in defeat.
"Nyahet..♥ *Slurp* I-I'm...♥ A worthless pussy...♥"
Smack, ass rippling as she squirted.
"Haaang♥ Sorry for being arrogant, worthless pussy bitch♥"
"Hngk..♥ I'm...♥ *Squelch* A royal sowww...♥"
"Yesh..♥ I renounce all former status...♥ *Squelch* And become Master's sooow...♥"
"Ignore my desert bloodline... Bear only Master's children...♥"
"...Good girl."
Demoted from desert kingdom's future leader to lewd sex-slave sow, yet she beamed happy.
Emotion tweaks and repeated conditioning made losing to me pure bliss.
This massive fall gifted her immense pleasure.
Realizing how undeserved and precarious her throne felt.
To let her find stability and joy in the sow's pit with nowhere lower to fall—convincing her this was her place—I used my new skill Telepathy to share the conviction and joy from my bitches Bella and Amelie.
"Heek...♥ Thank you for making me your sooow...♥ Thaaanks...♥"
Effect instant. Gratitude welled naturally from her heart.
I creampied deep inside her bowed thanks.
Thrusting till her chewy ass compressed, glans kissing womb for continuous ejaculation.
"Hngkweek♥ Uughk♥ Ek♥ Uuuk♥"
With the creampie, amplified her bliss.
To instill Creampie Addiction fetish.
Her softened mind from defeat and pleasure joyfully accepted the new kink.
The warm womb-fill felt more precious than anything now.
"C-Cum inside meee...♥ Thaaanks..♥"
"Hehe, our fourth comrade's here, Amelie."
"Yes, I'm not the baby anymore."
Blessing the new slave's birth, they giggled together.
"Smooch...♥ Kiss♥ Lick lick♥"
Her flushed, aroused body—blood rushing hot—licked my cock in devoted service.
Elahe, virgin forcibly taken and creampied without consent, gave her clumsy but earnest cleaning fellatio, brimming with love for the cock.
Savoring her caramel skin, now defeat-addicted maso, I felt it was time to wrap this party.
"Now... just one left."
The beautiful blue-haired little mage, corrupting the Blue Tower Lord—perfect finale.