#R18 Lust Domain

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Boto just threw the nun onto the bed, and now his tongue is exploring places I never even imagined could be explored."

Is our narrator some inexperienced prude? To me, Boto wasn't doing anything special. I can do much better than him.

"Boto is really proving to be a professional at this, narrator," the Assistant remarked.

Don't overdo it, guys! What do people even see in that damn Boto? Why is Mary enjoying what he's doing so much? She was never that… lively with me.

"Let's get out of here, Ted. I don't want you seeing this kind of thing," the elf said, covering the bear's eyes and pulling him backstage.

"Alright, Little Flower, I'll go. But ya gotta let me taste some honey before our fight."

Gross! Keep those comments to yourselves, you damn bear.

"I want to taste honey too, prince!" The Queen said with an expression that nearly took my breath away.

"You can taste my honey anytime you want, my Queen." I wasn't crazy enough to refuse a request like that.

"Later, because right now I just want to enjoy the show happening in the arena."

Really? People actually liked watching that pink ass swaying like that?

"I have some things to take care of, if you'll excuse me, my Queen."

Sabrina spoke and then quickly slipped away. She was already red as a tomato when she left.

"That one doesn't even seem like an arch-demon, getting all flustered over such an innocent scene?" One of the twin dark elves said, referring to Sabrina.

Demon sexuality really was different. If that was just an innocent scene to her…

"Who do you think will win, my prince?"

Small talk while we watched a pink demon fucking a nun. That was, without a shadow of a doubt, a weird situation.

"Mary, without question. She's just toying with the poor guy, letting him have hope. Once she takes control, he won't stand a chance." I answered with confidence.

"Are you sure? Or are you just jealous? Wanna bet?" The Queen teased.

"I'll bet whatever you want, that Boto won't last more than a few seconds once Mary gets serious."

Boto didn't stand a chance, so I wasn't afraid to bet anything.

"Oh really? Then why don't we wager…"

The final part of the bet, the Queen whispered into my ear. You'll have to use your imagination because I won't tell. Just know that, win or lose, I'd come out on top in the end.

The Queen would soon regret betting against me because Mary started turning the tables.

"With an impressive body maneuver, Mary flipped positions with Boto—now she's on top!" The announcer declared.

"Think Boto can last long against that grinding? I'd be done for if I were him." The assistant remarked.

"Yeah, Assistant… Given the comments you've made about your boss, I can imagine how much you'd hate to be in Boto's place right now." The announcer added.

That was a little homophobic of you, announcer! I'll have to have a serious talk with my assistant before rumors like that spread any further.

Oblivious to everything around them, Mary and Boto savored every second inside the demon of lust.

Mary's hips moved with mastery over Boto's body.

"Oh, Mary… you better… Oh, Mary, OH… quit it…" Boto tried to speak between moans.

Mary answered with a slap across his face, then squeezed his throat and whispered:

"Naughty boys have to stay quiet while taking their punishment."

She kept delivering sharp slaps to Boto's face as her hips never stopped grinding.

"Mary rode Boto with the skill of a professional horsewoman. What a beautiful day to be alive, my friends," the announcer commented.

"Can we say we're witnessing the birth of a new legend, announcer? The nun who rides the pink dolphin?" the assistant added.

Finally a worthwhile comment, assistant! That would make an excellent spin-off plot, don't you think?

"That's a legend that would need considerable editing to become family-friendly, assistant," the announcer concluded.

"This time Boto has met his match. What do you think, Lorithas?" Eldrin asked his sister.

That's the only way I could tell them apart.

"She's clearly a professional, Eldrin. We should take some lessons from her later, don't you think?" Lorithas suggested.

"I want in on those lessons too," the Queen announced.

Can I volunteer to be the practice dummy for these lessons?

"He's disgracing the name of King Diablo's Great Generals, that's what he's doing," Sebastian spoke for the first time since arriving in the VIP box.

Clearly, he wasn't happy about the impending defeat of the first general.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the tables have turned once again! In a desperate move, Boto has changed positions," the announcer's commentary drew our attention back to the arena.

Boto had put Mary on all fours and was... working from behind, if you catch my drift.

The arena fell completely silent at that moment. The only sounds were skin slapping against skin and moans that gradually turned into cries of desperation.

Boto clearly hadn't expected the nun to be such an extraordinary opponent.

We were clearly approaching the battle's climax. The magic circle sustaining the Domain of Lust was already overloaded.

It began emitting a red light and releasing lightning bolts that crackled against the arena floor and walls, leaving small cracks behind.

Boto's face showed pure desperation. I could imagine the conflict in his mind: The desire to win — the uncontrollable urge to surrender to Mary's charms

He was on the verge of defeat. While he spent his last energy, Mary clearly had much more to give.

But he couldn't stop. The sensation of Mary's skin - wet, warm, embracing his own in a tender yet lustful hold - was irresistible.

He wanted to continue, even if it meant his ruin. One final thrust. A cry mixing pleasure and despair.

A blinding light flooded the arena. For a moment, nothing was visible.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the battle concludes! Despite his desperate final move, Boto couldn't overcome Mary's mastery. We have our first victor of the day!" announced the commentator.

"That's a historic victory! Mary was truly spectacular today," added the assistant.

When the light faded, Mary stood triumphant, proudly displaying her charms while holding the chain that restrained Boto - now kneeling submissively at her feet.

"What happens now?" I asked, curious about Boto's fate.

"Now Boto belongs to Mary. We've gained another member for our party," the Queen replied, confirming my worst fear.

Misreading my dissatisfied expression, Sebastian added:

"Don't worry, Sir Arthur, we'll quickly find a replacement for that useless one."

Seriously? That's what you think concerns me?

And thus began the legend of Sister Mary, "The Pink Dolphin´s Rider".