Centuri pt3 (Patreon)

The games were going poorly for Brand…again. His attempts to hunt always ended in him being chased. He was never the best fighter, he was good, better than most at hand to hand, but he didn’t have the strength or speed to go toe to toe with his contemporaries, even with his naturally bulky build. He’d won his games due to dumb luck, he ran for his life for nearly a week, whatever gains he had he got from sponsors hoping build up his confidence so he would turn and fight, then fail, his “supporters” wanted to make him lose. 

This time it would be different, this time he’d be involved, not just a tribute who ran and hid his way to victory like decades ago that got him a life of leisure and pleasure fucking one woman or several at once. Unlike the others he never had video highlights of his games, even when he was mentoring he’d use others as examples instead of himself, sure he won but it just wasn’t fun to watch and the Capital needed it to be entertaining.

He’d found Honey from district eleven alone, alert for her own competitors, they decided working together was best. That changed things, now Brand had a partner, a woman to fuck at night and someone to have his back during the day. Like now, the gift container held two vials, both held a swirling dark liquid, ‘Shadow’ this gift wasn’t permanent, once drunk it would only last about an hour but their skin would blacken and they’d be wrapped in a dark mist to help hide their forms, it was a perfect hunting tool. 

The perfect tool for the perfect opportunity, Allen and Cynthia, two of the hottest victors to come out of the games, and both from the same district. They were out of earshot but through the trees they looked to me planning something, the voluptuous and gorgeous Cynthia rose to move into the run down town behind them and Allen started making…traps? Yes, he was laying traps for someone or someone’s. They were going to ambush someone, Brick and Honey couldn’t refuse the opportunity to ambush the ambushers, and while Allen had to hide that massive body of his, they’d be virtually invisible at night even out in the open. Far behind where the two district seven tributes were working they hid.

The time had come, with a nod they opened their vials and gulped the swirling dark liquid down. In less than a minute their skin darkened to match the nights shadows and a dark mist covered their faces to hide their features. They lay in wait until the fight was decided and pounced.

……….

Allen didn’t know what hit him but he felt two distinct impacts, one second he was about to victory fuck Cynthia for all he was worth and the next he was tumbling. Pushed off his feet away from his partner with gravity pulling him down, he hit rocks and tree roots as he rolled downhill. He felt the prick of a baton in his leg and the feeling his newly acquired size and strength being drained. He panicked and flailed as he fell, hoping to shake off the attacker. It worked only because he struck the ground and his arm hit the root of something, he reacted and grabbed the exposed limb halting his fall, the sudden jerk of his body stopping its fall had him cry out in pain but it meant his attackers couldn’t hold on and they fell away. His arm stung with the sudden arrest but he was strong enough he didn’t dislocate the shoulder. Allen managed to see two dark forms that appeared to be wrapped in shadows, one tall and broad shouldered, male? The other distinctly female with exaggerated hourglass curves.

He let go and slid down the rest of the hill with a grunt. He’d been ambushed, great. A pair with one of the new enhancements from the capital, if he remembered correctly this one had a time limit. He wondered how long it would last, a few minutes, a half hour, or an almost a full hour? It didn’t matter, his hands were empty, he didn’t have a baton, he knew his male opponent did and was now surging with strength and size they stole from him on the way down. Allen had the hill to his back, he got low and quiet, slowing his breathing, slow and steady, nice and easy, don’t panic, panic makes noise and noise gets you caught.

He scanned the surrounding area, more woods and it was dark, plenty of shadows for these two to hide in. He needed a plan, two on one wasn’t good as it was, things were even worse since he couldn’t see his attackers. He didn’t have much to work with, if he moved he’d lose the protection of the hill behind him and they could attack from any side… he thought fast. They were probably watching him. He used Condenser to shrink himself slightly, Everhard had his cock rock hard in less than a minute. He rose to his full height. 

“If you stay out of this I’ll let go. Let it just be him and me.” He called out. Allen took advantage of his new Endless Fountain enhancement and his cock erupted, long day ropes of steaming sticky cum flew everywhere, he jerked himself off and moved his cock to cover the entire area in front of him with his man goo. Thick streams splattered across the ground, trees, rocks, and roots, he let his cum cannon stream flow back and forth, overlapping the orgasmic expulsions for complete coverage of the forest floor. When he was satisfied he stopped cumming on command and stood straight up and proud, one hand slowly jerking his still hard cock. He looked around, his blasts hadn’t hit anything that moved, so they must’ve been hiding but they couldn’t come close without stepping in his thick and sticky baby batter.  “You know who I am.” He said. “I’ve fucked your before so you know I can stay here jerking off for days without a break. Be smart, let him fight his own battles and instead of beating my meat I’ll crush your insides with my cock before drowning you in cum.” He stood waiting to see what that did.

An hour passed and he could hear a faint hissing sound, tilting his head in the direction it came from Allen heard movement. The rustle of leaves, his head snapped fully in that direction, rustling again…then a snapped twig, muffled slightly so it had to be under a foot.

“I can’t take you.” A female voice called out, Allen scanned the trees in its direction and found an angelic bimbo form slip from behind a thick trunk. Life in district eleven had given her a natural tan currently hidden in the dark of the woods, a victor’s physique had her legs long and thick, hips wide to support a perfect bubble ass, a trim narrow waist and the hint of abs at her stomach. The last time Allen had fucked Honey she had one of the smallest days of tits of any victor, a perfectly spherical pair of honeydew sized hooters that sat proud on her chest. A naughty smile slid across her angelic face and her flowing blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders to cover her tits and end at her waist. Her top was bare beneath her golden strands and her pussy was wrapped in what looked like a white shirt tied around itself to barely fit her ass and somehow didn’t tear in a miraculous feat of clothing based engineering. “But I’d love you to make me take it.”

Their eyes met, Allen wondered where her male companion was, she saw the question and answered by looking to the fallen tree trunk to her left. Allen kept jerking his cock and aimed the barrel of his cum cannon at the broken trunk. In the broken roots at the trunks base he thought he spied a figure in shadow, the shadows were too dark for him to make out exactly what he was seeing so he let loose another mighty salvo of thick voluminous nut. The splatter caught something, globs of ball batter oozed down something dark and freestanding, Allen’s next blasts caught a torso and arm, found him. “She gave you up.” He called. “No more two on one.” 

The shadowy figure shuffled in place. Allen couldn’t make a face, who was it? Did it matter? The answer was ‘no’. If Honey’s gift was out now then his should be at its limit soon. Right on queue Allen started to see details, color started to emerge behind the darkness, features like fingers or a knee, he thought he saw a flash of blue eyes in the fading dark mist, Allen tried to focus on his target but in a flash the tribute took off. Whatever was left of the temporary enhancement was enough to make it hard to keep track of the man. He followed the sounds of leaves and branches until they were right beside him and Crack! The blow to his head knocked Allen off balance.

“Ok, come on then.” He grumbled. Crack! He lurched to the other side with a blow. Bzzz! The prick of prongs and a kick to the inside of his knee had Allen down with a grunt. He put his arms out, hands outstretched, feeling around for this attacker he couldn’t see. His ears guided him, this way, over there…in front! As fast as he could think his cock exploded with a body coating blast of thick cum, highlighting a man running at him. This time Allen could see his attacker, this time he’d be ready.

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Cynthia stared through the dark at Allen, they were both panting and sweaty, his body was huge, his cock so much bigger, her entire being needed him, her pussy was soaked of course, a steady flow of liquid need wetting her thighs, she felt herself drooling as she beheld her lovers body.

She just barely saw the movement in her peripheral vision, shadowy forms, they came at him at speed, she thought she heard a pair of grunts on impact, Allen and these forms went backwards. Her eyes widened in alarm as he body lunged for him but she was too far away, Cynthia ran after him but the shield barrier went up a second later, she registered the faint blue glow just before she hit the hardened light wall. She saw her partner, lover, and friend fall down a hill and out of sight. She shouted for him, screaming his name, she pounded against the soft glowing light wall in despair, concern, and fury.

“Think about yourself!” Memories of her old mentors advice from before her first games ran through her mind. She fought back the tears and spun around, kneeling so she was low to the ground. The shield meant her back was safe, she scanned all around her, eyes straining to see anything and everything around her. Was there anyone else here waiting to attack?

She waited until she was satisfied she was alone and carefully made her way back to the ruined buildings of the town. She heard the gift parachute falling and caught it. Inside she found a vial of pink liquid and a message. 

-Your alone, make the most of it! V-

Ultimate Aphrodisiac was its name, this made the third generation of the formula Cynthia had seen in her time, it was a pretty popular thing at capital parties, she’d taken it before, standing or kneeling on a stage in the middle of a room while her body got so horny she came just from the fan above her pushing air over her body, she became that sensitive. ‘Make the most of it’ huh? Time to put on a show.

The center of the little town was a wide open space like most town squares she’d seen. The smooth stone platform seemed pristine unlike the rest of the town. Cynthia pulled off what was left of her clothing, her naked body tingling in the night air, her new curves were free finally. She didn’t waste time, she drank the liquid in a single gulp and immediately felt its effects. Her body warmed up, she felt herself start to sweat. “Oh gods…” she moaned. “Oh fuck…yes.” She added grabbing one massive breast and squeezing. 

She spread her legs and shoved a hand into her actively dripping snatch. “Oh FUCK!” She screamed cumming so hard her body shook and she lost her balance. She fell hard but didn’t even notice the impact through her orgasm. Her one hand pumped her pussy desperately, her free hand grabbed and squeezed her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples so hard she thought they might tear off, she didn’t ca d how much it hurt, it felt so fucking good. She moaned and panted her self lust, twisting and writhing on the stone stage in a super horny fog. Her long  tongue slithered from her mouth, the spit coated appendage licked and tasted the sweat around her neck, snaking around her throat and squeezing hard enough to choke herself in a scene of autoerotic asphyxiation, making another powerful orgasm wrack her body and spray nectar all over the stage.

She rode out three shaking and shuddering orgasms before her enhanced tongue slither d down her body, fully encompassing each mountainous tit, leaving a coating or lathered back of the throat slop in its wake, she screamed as her tongue made its way to her violently pumping hand and continuously cumming cunt the shoved it in, tongue fucking herself as she continued pumping her pussy for all she was worth. “Oh god Allen, I fucking NEED YOUR MONSTER COCK!” She screamed.