“MY ASS!” Ashton was very vocal about his displeasure with how the events unfolded. “YOU ARE PENTETRATING MY ASS!”
“Be quiet, you idiot!” Elana hissed, sticking her ice dildo deeper into the cavity. “You are embarrassing us both!”
“FUUUUCK!” Ashton tried to push out the intruder. When it resulted in the rod slipping deeper, he tried to get away by biting and clawing at the one-armed golem. “TOO DEEP!”
Elana cringed. This attacking method certainly was effective. It definitely felt like a weak point, and she wouldn’t stop exploiting the man’s ass now that she was inside it.
But…
“OOOOO!” Ashton seemed determined to comment on everything he felt at this moment. “IT’S COLD!”
Proceeding with the insertion, Elana tried to grow spikes on the dild-… -on the sword. But even the man’s rectum was incredibly resilient. The plan to gut him from the inside failed.
“WHY ARE YOU MAKING IT BIGGER?” Ashton shook his ass, his dick rotating between his legs.
“I am trying to fucking puncture you to death!” Elana shot back, losing her cool. This was too far removed from what she had agreed to portray to the masses. The current actions weren’t exactly how she had wanted to leave the first impressions on her subjects. “Fuck it!” She gave up. “Let them fear me even more!”
Elana formed more spikes on the sword and began rotating it. She hoped to scrape through the bowels and make Ashton’s ass bleed.
And judging from the pained screams, it worked. Elana began moving the sword in and out to deal more damage and…
“THE FUCK ARE YOU GETTING HARD FOR?” Elana jammed the sword up the man’s ass. This wasn’t what she enjoyed. “Fuck! You are not even a girl!” She forcefully calmed herself down. “This is not all that enjoyable!” She complained.
This still counted as inflicting pain, but having the erect dick and muscly ass swing so close to her wasn’t exactly how Elana wanted to spend her time.
“DO YOU THINK I WANTED IT TO GET HARD?” Ashton also complained. “PULL IT OUT!” He clenched his ass and tried to break the sword. “DON’T PUSH IT IN! AAARGH!”
“Shut up!” Elana rotated the sword faster, using both of her hands. The ice spikes she grew on the blade kept breaking against the intestine walls. “Die like a good boy!”
“TOO DEEP!” Ashton returned his full attention to the golem, tearing it to shreds. His hammers finally managed to knock the thing away from him. “I WILL RETURN THE FAVOUR!” He roared while freeing himself. “I WILL RAPE YOUR ASS LIKE YOU DID MINE!”
Finally, Elana let go. She abandoned her impromptu dildo still deep inside Ashton’s cave. The naked man spun around, his hammers and dick swinging aimed at her.
“Shit,” Elana retreated while creating another sword. “Why is it throbbing? Creep!” She prepared to engage with the superior fighter and hoped he was getting exhausted from the continuous fighting.
“CREEP? YOU FUCKED MY ASS, AND NOW YOU CALL ME CREEP?” A vein popped up on Ashton’s temple. He was pissed. Really, really pissed. “SO WHAT? SO WHAT THAT MY HUGE BONER IS NOT GOING AWAY? MY DICK IS GLORIOUS! CRAFTER TO PERFECTION!”
Something clicked to Elana. “YOU ENLARGENED YOUR PENIS?” A giggle broke past her lips. Then another. “Puahahaha!” She failed to contain her laughter.
“OF COURSE!” While Ashton did blush, he didn’t cover or retreat. “I AM AN ARTIST! AND MY BODY IS MY ART!” He dismissed one of his hammers and grabbed his dick. “LOOK! LOOK AT THE GIRTH AND THE VEINS! LOOK AT THE LENGTH AND THE SMOOTHNESS OF THE SHAFT!”
“Bwahahaha! Hilarious!” Elana kept laughing. While the man was disgusting, his sudden boasting gave her time to prepare.
“I WILL SHOW MY DICKS GREATNESS, WOMAN!” Ashton summoned his hammer again and stomped forward. “AND I AM NOT A CREEP!”
That word seemed to be a weak spot. Elana decided to prod some more. “What? Were you ugly and got called a creep when you were a kid?” She guessed, hoping the man would make a mistake due to anger.
When her words didn’t have an effect, Elana tried again. “Or was it your mommy?” She retreated, still not feeling ready. Her current sword would not endure those hammers. “Your first girlfriend found out your fetish?”
Finally, there was a reaction. “I AM NOT CREEPY!”
“So, it is a fetish,” Elana concluded. “Did you keep flashing people or what?”
“EVERYONE DESERVE TO WITNESS THIS GLORIOUS FORM!” Ashton swung his hammer, forcing Elana to defend with her shield. The impact sent her skidding back, but she held. “BUT THEY KEEP MAKING ME WEAR CLOTHES!”
Elana withstood another attack, her knees buckling under the heavy impact. She tried to move around Ashton but found herself to be slower than he was.
“AND WHEN I BECOME THE KING, EVERYONE WILL HAVE TO HAVE A PAINTING OF ME IN THEIR HOUSES!” Ashton dared to dream.
“Creepy,” Elana filed the idea in her mind under ‘maybe I should do that’. Of course, she wouldn’t want peasants to see her naked. But it didn’t sound bad for everyone to know and appreciate her. They had to know who ruled over them.
“SHUT UP, YOU ASS RAPIST!”
“I didn’t rape you, you creep!” Elana finished reinforcing her sword. And just in time.
Another heavy blow had to be parried, and the following Ashton’s attack had to be pushed away. Elana kept retreating, gritting her teeth. She was losing again.
A tremendously powerful attack landed against her shield, shattering it and throwing her to the ground. The world around Elana seemed to reel. Everything hurt.
Ashton raised his hammer.
Elana refused to look away. There still had to be a chance. Her mana felt sluggish. The sounds did not make sense. Her control over her magic slipped, almost stripping her of her armour.
“Fuck…” She glared at the Saint.
And then-
