Chapter 9 - On Conditioning: Chapter 9

                                                   On Conditioning
                                                       by Volpone

                                                       Chapter 9

          The Harukinu team sat back to relax, figuring they were likely to be watching a match like the
previous night featuring some pairing of an arena representative and a human, or perhaps two arena
females, possibly demoness and human.
          The announcement took them all by surprise.
          The new female voice came over the p.a. system informing the spectators, “We have a great
treat for you now. In the evening's featured match, we have the anti-demon ninja, Gemma... facing off
against a new face in the Battle Arena, the Amidahara seer, the witch known as the Crimson Queen...
Bonita!”
          Quinn tried not to let his surprise show. Damn, they'd pulled a fast one. Nothing actually
underhanded or shady, but thoroughly unexpected. They'd brought in a second Taimanin in a single
night, but rather than put her up against a demon or orc, they'd snuck in a female Quinn had no idea
they had captured. Bonita was another female he'd hoped to rescue on a later mission because he'd
believed her case to require a “mortality revision”... because from the Records he'd seen, Bonita had
been killed by another wizard for the piece of philosopher's stone that was contained in her heart.
          It appeared their presence in the time-line was having farther reaching results than he'd
expected, and the implications were rather far-ranging.
          The bad thing was that he had absolutely no clue what her powers were, other than her being
able to have precognitive episodes (unlikely as it seemed, through having sex... of course). There were
no Records that covered other powers to his knowledge, and since she was up against a Taimanin, they
would have to let the two fight in order to find out what her powers were, thereby losing the chance to
rescue either of them.
          It was a brilliant ploy by Black. It was far too subtle to have been Oboro's doing. She was
much more of the sledgehammer-to-kill-a-mosquito school of tactics.
          Adamantina leaned forward and told Quinn, “Challenge it. I haven't been up yet, so I can take
it.”
          But Bonita was too important an asset to let go, and potentially too powerful to send up against
anyone without a p.a. web for protection.
          Shaking his head, he said, “Sorry, Tina... I appreciate the offer, but this one's mine. I know
something of Bonita and that makes me best choice for it.”
          And rather than continue to debate the point, he struck the gong.
          Exactly as Black had predicted he would.
          The audience roared at the sound of the Harukinu gong.
          “We have a challenge! Team Harukinu challenges for the right to face the Crimson Queen,
Bonita!”
          And that was another twist. They were making Gemma, a shinobi-in-training, fill the role of
the arena representative, a move they'd never made before. That meant two things: they were either
running out of demons to throw at them; or they had more involuntary captives than they first thought.
Bonita was from another point in the same continuum... a city a good ways away, yet here she was in a
venue he hadn't predicted. He needed to begin examining other possibly unanticipated characters
showing up. The variables just went through the roof.
          But for the moment, it meant Quinn would face two fighters in a row he didn't want to injure
but needed to beat, and neither of them had any clue that losing to Quinn was infinitely better for their
future than winning.
          Unless Bonita was here voluntarily. That was a possibility he didn't like to consider.
He waited in the box to see if they intended to give Gemma a sword as they had her teammate,
Chara, but he was relieved when she was escorted to the arena stage bare handed.
That was one good thing. Hand-to-hand was always preferable to armed. It made his neural
induction a huge but unseen advantage.
          In this case, he'd take what advantage he could.
          He moved to the stage confidently, again wearing his costume of green and black tights and
Dread Pirate Roberts style mask and scarf which would control his long hair as well as make him look
more threatening.
          As he approached, he looked over the shinobi-in-training who stood watching him.
She was taller than her teammate by a couple of inches, quite likely five-foot-nine or so (about
172cm), slender and lean without it sacrificing her admirable curves, her coloring lovely because she
had darker skin (most Caucasian women worked very hard to achieve that shade), short dark hair (it
might have been very dark violet but it was hard to tell if it was a trick of the lighting), and eyes that
were amethyst violet. The combination made her stunning.
          Her outfit was much more somber than most of the kunoichi uniforms he'd seen, dark gray
though the immodest cut made up for the lack of color. While it had a high, almost Neru-style collar, it
had a large diamond-shaped cutout at her cleavage, and while her boots covered most of her legs and
reached her hip at the outer sides, they dropped at an abrupt angle to the inside leaving her inner thighs
bare. The way the leg-holes of her leotard were cut complimented this because they rose abnormally
high, almost reaching her ribs at the outsides, leaving only a thin V or fabric to cover her naughty bits
which were obviously feminine even through the tight fabric. The styling made it impossible for her to
be wearing anything but skin beneath her clothes, though that was typical of all the women here.
          Hmm... do they have underwear in this continuum? he pondered irrelevantly.
          He didn't have much more time to ponder anything as the arena management didn't let the
betting go on too long. It seemed that 100-to-1 was as low as the odds would be allowed to go, and
Quinn had buried the needle on that almost immediately.
          Well, he'd better not let the fans down at that rate.
          Now, how to beat this lovely young thing without giving her a beating? Maybe a little byplay...
          “Your teammate, Chara... it seems a shame for her to be alone. Would you care to join her?
There are definite... advantages.”
          She didn't look amused, but that was okay. Amusement was secondary. Seduction was more
important
          The announcement came over the p.a. system, “Begin!”
He stayed relaxed and went on with his conversation, even if it was more of a monologue. He
wished they had set the stage with something for him to put a foot up on to let him look arrogant. Well,
he'd just have to improvise.
          “Did you get to see any of the match? Your little friend was very entertaining... so very willing
by the time things were done. She's certain to be very popular with the team.”
He turned to the box and gave Chara a wave. The blonde was still obviously unsure of her new
situation and looked it, but he didn't let that stop him.
          Turning his back on his opponent was certainly arrogant enough, but he didn't know if it was
arrogant enough to make Gemma decide to attack.
          He was tempted to blow a kiss to the box, but that was too out of character. He was playing
mysterious and powerful, not romantic. Quinn was the lover. Harukinu was a cad, or else the crowd
lost its fantasy.
          He stood there with his weight on both feet, hands behind his back, staring off into the stands as
if watching their new “recruit”.
          Gemma was fairly quiet in her approach and fast for a woman as tall as she was, but Quinn did
an easy shoulder roll to get out of the path of her attack before she had an opportunity to compensate
for his no longer being where she had launched herself.
          He rolled, came back to his feet, up into the same position, and he hadn't even moved his hands
from behind his back.
          And he still has his back to Gemma.
          There was a smattering of applause in appreciation of his performance.
          She actually gave a kiai shout on her next attack, announcing where she was and how far away
even if it did give her more energy to focus on the attack.
          Quinn spun and his foot flashed out not in a kick but to block her foot as it came down, ruining
her landing and making her do a roll in order to avoid hitting the floor hard.
          And still he had his hands from behind his back.
          The applause was louder this time.
          “I take it you're still thinking about it,” he observed.
          That seemed to make her lose her temper, and she came in swinging.
          “You arrogant... chauvinist... bastard!” she called him as she attacked, trying hard to wipe the
apathetic look off his face.
          He ducked and dodged every swing, and left his hands where they were for at least the first four
or five attempts, then blocked, swept her arm so he had it locked at the elbow, stepped in close and
gave her a kiss as his left hand got acquainted with what her right breast felt like, then released her and
spun her away before she could do much more than sputter in outrage.
          He'd also used his contact with her to employ his Talent at nerve induction to give the pleasure
center of her brain a mild jolt. It wasn't enough for an orgasm. That would take a push of about a four
on a scale of ten to make her climax. This was only a two to two-point-five, enough to surprise her and
make her body react but not enough to make her cream her jeans (which as pointed out before, she was
not wearing).
          Looking over at her where she'd stopped, she was in a defensive posture, breathing hard, the
irises of her eyes wide, and (he was pleased to note) her nipples making lovely little tents in her outfit.
It appeared she'd gone through as much conditioning as Chara. If he could take advantage of it
the way Bolt had with their last recruit, they'd be fine.
          The onlookers were adding to her discomfort, laughing and applauding here and there, more
joining with each exchange.
          About time to give them a show.
          He moved towards her easily, not threatening at all, until she either had to fall back or attack.
          Even with her confidence shaken, she still moved in with speed, trying a combo of both high
and low level attacks, but he caught her ankle during one of her attempted kicks, and before she could
brace herself enough to try to use his grip as a pivot point to try to kick him with her other foot, his
hand went out, grabbed her by the top and swept her over backwards... at least part way.
          His hand didn't follow her down all the way to the mat and her outfit parted, the tearing fabric
stopping a good part of her momentum.
          She rolled out of his partial throw, and when she came back to her feet, she realized only half
her outfit was still attached. The hand he'd grabbed her top with had not let go and her outfit from right
shoulder to crotch was hanging loose around her right knee, the other portion holding on by a tiny strip
of cloth running along the left side of her pretty shaven pussy.
          Gemma knew there was no way she could repair her garb enough to get it out of her way, so she
finished tearing it away from the rest, leaving herself in her gloves and boots, the crowd cheering her
costume alterations as they happened.
          She didn't like the look she saw in his eyes, but there was nothing to do but continue. She
considered trying to grab him by his long hair. It would give him a taste of his own medicine, sort of.
Tearing his costume flitted through her mind but then when she realized the possibility of them both
being naked on stage, she altered her plan.
          Her opponent was pleased to see that her nipples were still telling him how her emotions were
reacting, reinforcing the smile in his eyes.
          She was almost ready.
          In spite of her nakedness, she tried to turn things around, but when she tried to get him into a
position where she could try a throw, she grasped his wrist and felt a thrill run through her at the touch.
She didn't understand it, but she seemed uncontrollably attracted to this man, even though she knew
what was likely in store for her if she lost. The green-haired demoness had been sure to show her a
recording of what happened to the loser of Quinn's first battle, and while the Cat Lady was not one of
her friends, being sold to a dozen horny low-lifes, half-demons and criminals wasn't something she
wanted to find out about first hand.
          She tried to pull him into a throw across her leg, forcing him to hit hard, but he somehow
launched himself enough to miss her leg and tuck, landing in a three-point stance on his feet and one
hand, facing her and ready for her next attack.
          Dammit, even when he was preventing her from saving herself becoming the center of
attraction at a gang-rape, he still ended up feeling like someone she would prefer to be in private with.
Then he seemed to make a mistake, and he pulled his arm back too slowly after a strike. She
grasped his arm by the wrist, pulled back as hard as she could and swung both legs up to wrap around
his shoulder, putting maximum pressure on him the way his elbow was not designed to bend.
Her weight and leverage brought them both down to hit the mat, and fortunately for her, she
wasn't jarred loose from her hold. She still controlled his right arm, and he was in no position to do
anything but stay there unless he chose to leave his arm behind.
          Unfortunately, this wasn't a submission fight and before long, she'd need to decide if she would
seriously hurt him by breaking his elbow or let him go to come back after her again.
Then Gemma became uncomfortably aware of his upper arm pressing firmly against the
junction between her thighs, just an inch from her aching clitoris. Her ankles were crossed and against
his chest, but she felt no contact there because of her boots, but her thighs were bare and holding his
strong upper arm against them.
          And damn if he didn't start flexing his shoulder muscles to press rhythmically at her crotch!
Even when she had him at her mercy, he was still doing things to her than made it all the harder to fight
him.
          He rolled his head over to the right as far as he could so he could speak in her direction.
          “So how you doing back there?” he asked, his voice showing none of the tension he should
have been under. He sounded like he was sitting across the table from her at tea. No, actually he
sounded more like he was rolling over in bed to ask her, “Was it good for you?”
          She found herself flexing in time to the contraction of his shoulder muscles and growing more
excited. He didn't need to have direct contact with her vagina in order to excite her. Just the flexing
and the pulling of skin was doing the job, and she was lubricating badly (or well, depending on who
you were).
          Then the bastard actually wiggled his fingers and tried to tickle her under her chin like this was
all just some elaborate way of flirting with her!
          (He didn't mind if she thought that because it was the exact truth.)
          He began to pull to his left and relax, and she realized he was increasing the stimulation on her
crotch by the motion, not from the movement of his arm which was almost nil but from the way the
floor was pulling at her bare ass, pulling the skin all the way up between her thighs while his arm made
the skin stretch with each pull.
          Suddenly, her muscles started to shake, and she pulled her head back, an expression of great
strain showing clear on the huge monitors giving the audience a close up of her face.
          Someone yelled, “She's going to break his arm!”
          And then she gasped and the strain on her face was replaced with an unexpected kind of face.
          “Look! She's coming! The bitch is coming from hurting him!”
          “She's a sado! She gets off on it!”
          And other shouts of this nature.
          Quinn stopped sending pleasure signals to her brain to let her relax a moment.
          Her muscles obliged by relaxing as well.
          This let him start rocking left and right once again, pushing himself against her mons to show
her it had been no accident.
          And the audience caught it at the same time.
          “No! He made her come with just his shoulder! What a slut!”
          “She must climax just from thinking about it!”
          The problem for Gemma was that she was enjoying the contact, and she didn't want to hurt him.
          The rocking motion was having its effect, the conditioning and the drugs magnifying the
sensations. (Quinn was also putting neural input into her system once again, releasing more dopamine
and making her more sexually receptive by the second.)
          But he still needed to get out of this position, so he pushed the signals to the nexus in her brain
that would trigger another orgasm, and as she began to gasp and shake again (and the crowd began
more shouts and cat calls), Quinn kicked his web to its highest setting, making his skin more like
armor. He felt the tightening effect and his neural influence on her was abruptly cut off, as were his
sense of smell and perception.
          This also made him much more difficult to hold onto since his skin no longer had give. If she
hadn't been in the midst of a moderate climax, Gemma would have felt the change, but as it was, he
was doing a back roll and twisting free of her hold, unable to stop almost eight-five kilos of torque with
her bare hands. She felt his roll in her grasp, and her hands slipped.
          Suddenly her submission hold was gone because she was trying to hug his arm the direction it
was intended to bend.
          Quinn shut down the field and allowed himself access to his neural bag of tricks once again.
          The stands erupted to see Harukinu escape the hold, showing again why he was so heavily
favored.
          “I knew it!” was shouted by several hundred onlookers who had wagered on the leader of the
team that bore his name.
          Gemma was still slightly winded from her orgasm and not quite in control of herself yet. The
next thing she knew, the male hand she was holding was on her left breast and making itself familiar
with it. His fingers pinned her nipple between the knuckles of his fingers and gave it a firm tweak, and
she gasped yet again.
          He shifted and started to rise to his knees, literally pulling her up with him as she tried to retain
some hold on him (her body truly didn't want to let go because of the pleasure it was experiencing).
This put him with his legs again beneath him and Gemma curled long-ways around his arm. It also
gave him a close-up view of her feminine charms as they were partly pressing against his bicep.
          “What have we here?” he asked, and his left hand reached over and began to run along her very
wet slit.
          She tried to pull against him, but this actually just pressed his hand harder to her breast and his
arm tighter to her excited clit.
          The next thing Gemma realized, she was the one on her knees, curled around his arm as it went
beneath her and between her thighs, hugging him to her as he squeezed her breast, the fingers of his
other hand sliding inside her as he started masturbating her.
          And she realized it felt too good to make herself let go.
          The transition had gone perfectly because of her conditioning and his Talent. One moment she
was trying to dislocate his arm and the next she was holding onto the man she wanted to fuck.
          The feeling was mutual.
          He enjoyed the sensation of his digits exploring this new and exciting woman, tuning out the
throng of spectators who didn't really matter to him in the slightest. Gemma was all that mattered at
this moment, and she deserved all of his attention.
          She was incredibly excited, and he hoped this wasn't just the drugs in her system. He hoped she
had learned that he truly wanted to make her happy, and that included making her quite happy sexually.
She was delightfully warm and wet, and she clenched around him as he explored her private treasures,
making her tremble and gasp as she mashed his hand to her chest, wanting to feel him this way... every
way.
          He kept working both hands, putting more pressure on the upstanding bud crowning her
exquisite breast, and she pulled back to increase the tension, pushing herself right to the edge where
pleasure blurred into pain and made her want to come.
          So she did.
          Quinn felt the discharge of nerves as she flashed in release, and he relaxed his grip on her breast
and stopped moving his fingers, encouraging her to relax as her orgasm began to taper off.
She stayed in her huddled position, and Quinn slowly removed his arm from her possession,
running his hand over her belly and lingering as he drew the flat of his hand firmly across her crotch,
making her gasp again as the sensation of his skin sliding over her made her joy flare up yet again in a
brief surge.
          He made a brief adjustment which released the closure on the front of his tights, then put his
hands on her shapely hips and caressed her a moment or two.
          Damn, I wish I could make this as sweet as I'd like...
          But he shifted his weight forward and put a hand on the middle of her back and held her there as
he moved in and put himself in position.
          She felt the head of his cock against her, and if she minded his hand holding her in this posture,
she didn't show it as she gave an encouraging moan. She even reached back with one hand and spread
her lower lips for him.
          This was blocked from the audience's view, but Quinn smiled slightly as he pushed forward and
penetrated her for the first time.
          Gemma closed her eyes and gave a sexy cry that rose higher, clearly welcoming his advances
now. She was also tuning out the obscene cat-calls from the gallery as she surrendered herself to him,
thinking, “At least I get this before they toss me to the crowd.”
          In private, he'd have taken his time and brought her along slowly, gently encouraging her to
show him what pleased her, but here in front of a throng of shouting deviants eager for degradation and
humiliation, he needed to simply get her to climax as often and as spectacularly as he could.
          He started to thrust harder into her, and Gemma reacted vocally, her moans rising as he drove
her nearer her next release.
          When it arrived, he gave her an extra push with his Talent, and she bucked violently as it hit.
Her mouth dropped open and she gave a howl of pleasure, and a gush of her fluids spattered the canvas
beneath them.
          He kept at it, loving the sensation of her young cleft grasping him in joy, her warm, slippery
walls caressing him as he pumped into her and made her gasp. The wonderful slick friction rubbing
along the head and shaft... he had to wonder if it was intentional or simply the natural reactions of a
healthy sexual animal in her prime.
          Snap out of it, Quinn. You've got a job you're supposed to be doing!
          The gals in the Haurkinu team box watched as his expression seemed to change.
          And Quinn did his best to turn Gemma into a continual orgasm machine.
          From the fact that she had her next climax in less than half a minute, he was doing a good job of
it.
          C'mon, Quinn, he told himself, you have the Talent... use it.
          He always liked getting a woman to the point of climax without depending on his neural
induction ability, but some days the destination had to be more important than the journey.
          So he began stroking into the lovely shinobi harder, shaking her as his hips met her lovely
curved backside, and every fifteen seconds or so, he'd send a solid jolt of nerve reflex to her mind and
make her come again.
          He kept thrusting away, looking like the superior, arrogant cad he was presenting to the crowd
who was making this innocent Taimanin his personal property, addicting her to his hard cock and
making her come at will (well, it wasn't all that far wrong on that last point), until he had tears running
from her closed eyes and she couldn't go more than a few moments without crying out in orgasm. He
even stopped his neural induction and she stayed in her receptive, explosive cycle for another five
vocal climaxes and she was clawing at the mat, unable to give expression to the incredible way she was
feeling... the exquisite torture and beautiful agony of climax after climax after climax.
          Okay, big finish.
          She had another massive orgasm complete with ejaculation and he pulled out, moving around to
her head and taking her by her bobbed hair. Her eyes were closed but she was still moaning out and
whimpering as her body shook in orgasm, unable to resist as he pulled her up and rubbed himself
across her mouth.
          Without her mind getting in the way, she happily opened and leaned forward to capture the cock
he'd been pleasuring her with, wrapping her lips around him and sucking, eager to take him in any way
she could, not caring who was watching or what they might think.
          He gave her just about ten seconds like that before he let go of the block on his orgasm reflex,
and as he felt his prostate tightening in preparation, he pulled himself from her mouth and took himself
by the base to aim himself, and the first blast of his semen splashed across her lovely brown face.
          She gave a whimper of pleasure as she felt his cum strike her above the right eye and across her
face at an angle, ending somewhere near the left corner of her mouth. It wasn't anything she'd sought
before, but it felt so amazing to have his warm seed on her skin... her face... each new jet making her
tremble as if it were what she'd been waiting for all her life.
          Back in the team seats, Nova gave a quiet snort.
          “Since when is Quinn into facials?” she muttered, barely audible over the cheers from the
gallery.
          Adamantina answered, “Probably since he wanted to make a point.”
          “Looks pretty pointed to me,” Swallow contributed.
          Antares gave a snort that was a laugh she tried to suppress, and Swallow gave her a
conspiratorial wink.
          Oh, yeah. They'll fit in jus' fine.
          By this point, Gemma had Quinn back in her mouth, cheeks caved in as she tried to capture
every bit of his sperm before he removed himself from her greedy mouth.
          He told her, “You're part of Team Harukinu now. You should clean yourself up.”
          With a smug expression, she began scraping his cooling cum from her face, licking it from her
finger to capture it as the man who had beaten her turned to address the arena.
          “I claim the Taimanin shinobi, Gemma, for Team Harukinu by right of conquest!”
          Gemma felt an unreasoning thrill as she heard his words.
          He didn't even turn to her as he said, “Come. You sit with us now.”
          And he moved over to step off the arena stage and onto the walk leading to the entrance
at their end of the venue.
          Gemma, still looking chastened but somehow smug, got to her feet and followed him
obediently.
          And she realized she was not to be given to the crowd, her face smiling openly now.
          As they reached the steps, he addressed her, “Don't look so pleased with yourself. You have
plenty of work to do later when we are no longer in public.”
          His warning made her stop smiling, but inside she felt like singing.

          As their leader entered the box followed by their newest recruit, Terry was about to congratulate
Quinn on his victory when Nova stopped her with a finger on the back of her hand to get her attention,
then wagged the finger slightly to tell her to stay silent.
          She looked at Nova and saw the look she presented to the crowd. Her more experienced blonde
teammate had never doubted his being victorious for a moment. In fact, she looked rather haughty and
superior, as if the contest had been unworthy of her leaders efforts.
          And Antares realized what they were doing more surely than any explanation she'd been given.
These were good people playing at being wicked for the sake of a show, all so they would be allowed
to continue rescuing more of her teammates. She'd been told that in different terms, but this was the
first time she truly owned that fact emotionally, and she found she was just as proud to be a part of
them as she had been to have been an anti-demon shinobi.
          Chara was now wearing one of Swallow's team outfits, and she gave Gemma a nod of
encouragement as her fellow trainee joined them in the box. Bolt had no spare outfits as hers had been
ruined in the arena, and though she would likely have been the closest fit, Juno looked over the
newcomer and decided one of her own outfits would work well enough until they could find Gemma
something tailored to her.
          The box would need more room at this rate. There were now Quinn, the six zanni who had
arrived with him, and now six former arena captives sitting all in the box. Both Chara and Gemma
were needing to stay standing as it would look bad for one of the others to give up a seat for them, but
they didn't seem to mind.
          They belonged once again.

          The next round was to be an interesting one. It was the first time the audience had truly no idea
which way to bet. They'd seen Harukinu victorious three times now, but the reputation of the Crimson
Queen was formidable, and known to have been one of the most powerful figures in all Amidahara. It
was said she took the leader of one of the most notorious gangs of the town captive with ease, and then
put her on display in her own kind of chaos arena there. Team Harukinu had yet to face anyone with
arcane powers. As a result, the betting was vigorous and ended up with the odds being 5-to-4 in
Quinn's favor.
          ::I hope you wagered heavily on this one, bella,:: he observed.
          His smart-ship partner replied inside his head, ::Of course. Why do you think you're favored?::
          ::Gee, thanks,:: he told her sarcastically.
          ::You're the one who wants us to make money off this,:: she reminded him. ::You said you
wanted this to not cost us millions of credits for each recruit if we could avoid it. Think of it as a
simple matter of offsetting expenses.::
          ::Using my own words against me when I'm not feeling particularly consistent is very unfair, but
I love you anyway. Later, bella.::
          ::Be careful, Quinn.::
          He wished he'd had a chance to see if there were any additional Records concerning Bonita, but
he knew several items. He knew that she had precognitive episodes and that they were the basis for
most of her power. She was also described as a witch, and that meant she must have some other kind
of abilities.
          But much of the time, a woman who looked as good as the Crimson Queen would have things
fall the way she hoped simply by being willing to use her attractiveness to her advantage. From what
he'd observed, she was more than happy to do that. In fact, she prided herself on her worldliness and
sexual experience. She even taunted one of her lovers in how his experience was far less than her own.
          Quinn only hoped she was that confident in her sexual prowess tonight.
He rolled his shoulders slightly, and then reached down to adjust his right boot, trying to get the
hard spot pressing on his ankle to shift just a bit.
          Oh, well... you can't have everything.
          With the end of the betting, the announcer started her intro, and Quinn was interested to hear
that he was being announced first this time. Every time he'd heard an announcement when one of their
team were involved, they had always been introduced second and they'd always come out as the
winners. Maybe they were seeing if Quinn and his team were superstitious. Those involved in sports
were notoriously susceptible to irrational fears, and perhaps Black wanted to see if that was the case
here.
          But Quinn didn't believe in luck, or rather he didn't believe in dumb luck. He believed in
making your own luck. It was part of why he was so good at his job and why the Circle gave him so
much leeway.
          Time to go make some luck.
          He strode confidently to the arena stage and decided to play some head games with his new
opponent.
          Rather than standing and warming up or stretching (he certainly didn't need to after his earlier
match), he lowered himself to the floor of the canvas and laid down on his side, leaning on one elbow
as if he were reclining in his boudoir.
          Part of the audience took this as humorous but part actually booed him for not taking things
seriously. Only a few actually understood that his attitude was intended to prompt a reaction from his
notorious foe.
          Bonita was not escorted to the stage as the Taimanin had been. Quinn didn't react but wondered
if she were perhaps here of her own free will.
          Had she joined forces with Black? That would be a shame, but it might be understandable, too.
As she came onto the stage, she smiled at his relaxed attitude, looking him over in a frankly
appraising manner.
          He returned the favor. She was just as he'd seen her, with lovely cascades of deep lavender hair,
startling blue eyes, lovely cafe-au-lait complexion, a face that was incredibly lovely with a tempting
smile always tugging at the corners of her perfect cupid's-bow lips, and a figure that was designed to
make a man forget all other women. She wore a forehead necklace, long dark evening gloves, zip-up
hip boots, red miniskirt, a tri-color corset with a showy gold zipper down the front, and an orange
leather collar with heavy gold chain that disappeared into her cleavage. She could have passed for an
expensive escort in most major cities. In Amidahara, she was called queen.
          She called to him, “Don't get up on my account. If you stay there, it will just save time.”
          This got some laughs from the gallery.
          “Then you intend on joining me here?” he asked. “I'm flattered.”
          That got some more laughs and some applause for his quick response with a broad sexual
innuendo, but before she could come up with some new quip, he rolled back to his shoulders and
kipped up to his feet. He then turned to his gorgeous opponent and gave a grand bow as if greeting
royalty.
          “Please for give me, highness. I did not intend to intimate you are anything less than a lady.”
          To her surprise, she realized he sounded sincere.
          What an odd man he was. It would be a shame if something were to happen to him.
          She smiled and licked her lips coquettishly.
          “Indeed, I'm many things other than a lady.”
          Having finished their variation on the barnyard mating dance, the announcer called, “Begin!”
          They both thought, Well, here goes nothing.
          Again, he gave her a deep bow, this time with one hand to his heart and the other extended
back, looking all the world as if he was asking her for a dance.
          The ladies in the Harukinu box had to control themselves as they all wanted to applaud.
          God, what a ham!
          He moved forward and extended a hand.
          To everyone's surprise, she strolled forward and put her hand in his.
          With a smile and a small nod, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of her hand.
          A murmur ran through the gallery at this bizarre behavior. Were they going to fight or not?
Bonita's eyebrows went up, but the smile never left her full lips. This was because the moment
he'd touched his lips to her hand, he'd sent a nice jolt of pleasure through her nerves, pushing her about
to a five... short of an orgasm, but certainly enough to make her think of something other than fighting
him.
          From the way her nipples were up and happy, he had to assume his attempt was effective.
          He stood there for a moment, smiling and holding her hand, and he was considering sending
another surge through her when she raised her other hand.
          Suddenly, it felt as if he hand been buffeted by a strong gale. It wasn't enough to stagger him,
but the audience saw it from the way his hair streamed out behind him.
          He released her hand and gestured as if saying, “Very well.”
          Aloud, he said, “It was my understanding you consider yourself a supremely experienced lover.
I was hoping you might feel up to a challenge.”
          Her eyes smiled and flashed, and she spoke clearly in reply.
          “I'm sure your level of experience is far beneath my own.”
          “Indeed? And how many times have you had sex in the last hour?” he taunted.
          The crowd having just watched him fuck the Taimanin Gemma thirty minutes ago, this got a
good laugh from the gallery.
          She looked puzzled, obviously having not seen his bout against the shinobi.
          He explained, “Why do you think I'm here... and she's now up there?” He gestured to their
team seats, and the woman who was originally set to be Bonita's opponent looked somewhat
embarrassed.
          He didn't give the gorgeous witch a chance to respond by going on.
          “I just felt I needed a bit of a warm up so I wouldn't disappoint you.”
          Having had enough of this taunting, she again gestured, and he could see the wave of arcane
force radiate from her hand, but again it felt as if it slid by him more than struck him directly.
          Bonita looked puzzled again, this time not because of his words but because he was not being
forced backwards by her magic.
          She tried to make it look casual, but she strolled back from him until about four to five meters
separated them.
          “You seem confident,” she said. “I'll make you a wager. If you can make it across the space
between us and kiss me, then we will see which of us is more experienced in matters that truly count.”
          “As you wish,” he told her in acceptance. “But I should warn you... I've been building up my
resistance to iocaine powder.”
          The obscure joke went right by her. In fact, the only ones who got his reference were the six
women who had come to this universe with him on their mission, but that was enough for him.
          Again she gestured towards him, but this time she didn't aim at him. Rather she aimed at the
floor at his feet.
          She was smart because he felt how the waves of arcane pressure slid by him but hit the floor
and seemed to slide beneath him, making his feet lose traction. He felt himself slowly moving
backwards.
          Rather than try to fight it and probably fall, Quinn leaned forward slightly and let his feet slip
backwards, but he came down with both hands in front of him, and her aim was too far back to make
both hands and feet slip at once.
          He gave a pull with his hands and began to creep forwards against the pressure of her will.
          Looking up at her, he smiled wickedly, warning her he was on his way to capture her.
          Her expression matched his own, challenging him to try it.
          As he exerted himself again, gaining ground slowly, she abruptly cut off her assault and walked
to the side, trying to keep the distance between them, but rather than fall forward as she had
anticipated, he tucked and rolled several feet closer before again assuming a three-point stance and
watching to see what her next move might be.
          If he could depend on his footing, he was already close enough to probably cover the distance in
a single leap, but his chances of getting to her before she could pull some new stunt were slim. He
hadn't pushed her into any horribly destructive attack so far and wasn't keen to do so now, so he
decided to be patient.
          He leaned one direction, then shifted to the opposite side, as if tempting her to guess which way
he'd attack from.
          She made a different kind of gesture, and he felt his hand begin to sink into the surface of the
stage as if into wet cement.
          The moment he felt it, he kicked his web to its third level and pushed off with his back feet,
rolling forward and planting his other hand outside the area affected by her spell. He felt the floor
wrench at his hand as if it was sucking free of some thick, clay-like mud, but then he was free and back
on his feet, moving towards her.
          She was beginning to look a bit tired, possibly from using her magic so much. He certainly
hoped she would run out of juice before long.
          As he tried to close with her, she swung her hand, and suddenly she was the one moving, sliding
away from him but without ever moving her feet. She ended up nearly as far away as before.
          Slick move, he thought, wondering what else she might come up with.
          But he thought he'd discovered something. Her magic was good at keeping a person from
walking or running towards her. Every time he crawled or rolled, he gained ground.
          He did a quick somersault and then got his feet in contact with the floor, sprung backwards onto
his hands as her next blast of force hit the stage where he would have been without his sudden reversal
of direction. Without pausing, he pushed off as if doing a mat kip once again, but he kept the rotation
going and did a front handspring. She tried to use her push wave again, but he was already rotating
forward and his feet landed just inches from her own so when he stood, he was almost pressed against
her, and he hooked one arm around her waist, pulling her tight to his chest as if ready to lead her in a
tango.
          But before he could collect his kiss, she turned her face aside and tried to spin out of his grasp.
          So she was still going to play hard to get, eh?
          His grasp around her waist was too secure for her to succeed in trying to force her way out, and
he stepped in and got his opposite leg hooked in behind her leg. From that position, if she attempted to
back up, she had no way of moving her feet so she's simply topple backwards pulling Quinn on top of
her.
          But she still refused to play along, so he reached up and slid his fingers into her long purple
hair, cradling the back of her head.
          She thought she could simply turn her face aside this way and he'd have to release his grip on
her waist to use his other hand as well, but she felt his fingers grip the back of her skull with shocking
strength and he whispered, “Please don't fight. I have no wish to damage you.”
          His phrasing prevented her from playing verbal keep-away, and she felt him exert more and
more pressure until she knew she would likely have a set of bruises where his fingertips pressed into
the skin of her scalp, and he forced her to turn her head back to him. The muscles in her neck
complained but she kept resisting until he had her face around far enough to press his lips to hers.
          As soon as he had his kiss, he stopped forcing her, relaxed his grip and moved his leg from
behind her, allowing her to escape if she tried.
          Bonita might be a tease but she wasn't a cheat of that sort. She hadn't dangled her favors in
front of a male and then reneged for many years now. In this, she was a woman of her word.
          So she changed tactics and paid up on her wager, ready to see which was the more experienced
“in matters that count”. The spectacular witch returned his kiss, opening her lips and turning it steamy.
          Since his hand was already at the back of her head, he simply used it to keep the kiss
demanding, and he slipped down her nerves again to start pushing at her pleasure center, but he found
she was already enjoying herself greatly, his demonstration of strength and desire for her serving to
light her burners.
          Their tongues dueled for a few more seconds, and as he held her attention that way, he reached
up and pulled down the zipper of her top, letting it fall to the floor once the closure no longer held it
together in the front, leaving her naked above the waist with the exception of her collar and chain.
          As he was doing this, she was running her hand up and down the front of his tights, but she was
unable to find how to open them since they didn't have either a zipper or buttons. Since she couldn't
manage that, she just shoved her hand down the waistband of his tights, the belt making this somewhat
difficult but she still managed to get herself a good handful of Quinn.
          “Mm!” she moaned in pleasant surprise at what awaited her there.
          He reached down and pressed the proper spot at the waist of the tights and she felt them open at
the front, so without a word, she pulled her hand out of his belt and again took her firm grip on his
shaft, stroking him and moaning in anticipation.
          Half of the stands were booing because there was no fighting, no resistance and so there would
be no forced sex or humiliation. The others were happy to see the action turn sexual, though they too
would have preferred more violence involved, but perhaps that would still happen.
          Quinn broke the kiss and turned her away from him, then he moved in tight so she could feel his
hard cock pressing into the flesh of her ass, just the fabric of her miniskirt keeping them apart. His
hands came up to possess her magnificent chest and she was about to taunt him about how he could be
rougher when he started mashing her, manhandling her breasts and pushing her quickly to the edge of
pain.
          The reason behind his behavior was two-fold. First, the audience was wanting to see some
rough sex and they wanted to keep the audience happy if possible. The second was that he'd seen some
of the Records her story was based on, and he'd paid close attention to her reactions during the sex
scenes. She liked taunting her partner to get him to treat her roughly, and he intended to use every bit
of the scenes he could to make her react the same way. Bonita loved sex a lot, and with his Talent, he
could almost guarantee her the best time she'd ever known.
          Knowing how she liked it, Quinn kept mauling her magnificent mammaries until she was
beginning to moan some. (Any reaction from her was good because she would do everything in her
power to hold back, wanting to seem unmoved and unaffected.) He grasped the fine fat confections
topping her breasts and began seeing how far he could push her by abusing them. He pulled and gave a
twist, and with her distracted, he slipped into her mind and took up temporary residence in her
cerebellum where sexual responses are processed.
          He felt the heavy surge of pleasure response and knew immediately that Bonita was more than
just talk. She clearly enjoyed a bit of roughness, so he was going to give her what she liked.
          He bit at the spot where her neck and shoulder curved into one another, and then he put his
hands under her skirt and he lifted it out of the way, then took her by the back of her thighs and pulled
back so he could lift and hold her by the backs of her thighs. She reflexively put her hands up and
behind to grab at him, fortunately getting a hold behind Quinn's neck to help keep herself from slipping
too low.
          “I think we'll just go straight to the main event, shall we?” he told her, and he lowered her down
until his cock was putting pressure on her asshole.
          “Wait! No, that's my ass! You don't mean...”
          But indeed he did mean, and he did.
          She gave a high cry as her head went back, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, an expression
bordering on shock plain for all to see.
          The cat-calls from the gallery were a roar of taunts and derogatory shouts aimed at Bonita, but
they were of no consequence to her. She knew she couldn't give in yet.
          It also seemed she was a talker... understandable in that it was one of the last weapons she had
open to her now that he'd actually penetrated her. Her only other trick was trying to wear him out
sexually, and that shouldn't be hard. She was very good and men never lasted long enough.
          “Just because you've taken my ass doesn't mean you've won. I still have much more experience
than you.”
          She was somewhat unnerved at the strength he displayed. He looked fit... very fit in truth, but
he was no Titan... no demon. He was still only human.
          Wasn't he?
          Then he thrust even harder, shaking her ass with the impact of his hips, jarring her as he held
her aloft and fucked her ass.
          And he actually laughed. It was not a reassuring laugh.
          “You really have no idea who you're dealing with, do you?” he asked her.
          She felt the first orgasm building inside her with a quickness she'd never felt before. It was
shocking to find him avoiding all the ways she could wear a man out the easiest.
          So she tried to convince him to change tactics.
          “You'll never outlast me this way,” she told him.
          He kept right on stroking, stretching her sensitive anus around his thick tool and pushing her
rapidly onwards.
          “Gaaaahhhh!” she cried, and she came. She came loudly and shook so there was no doubt in
anyone's mind what had happened.
          “Really?” he questioned, his deep, masculine voice rumbling in her ear with an amused tone.
          His hips continued their rhythmic pound... pound... pound...
          She had to wait several moments before she had control enough of her voice not to betray how
badly he had gotten to her, though he must know from the speed of the first climax he'd forced from her
already.
          Still, she had to try, and she knew that the surest way was to shake his confidence. And men
were always sensitive about their size.
          “I've had... much bigger... men than you... take me... like this.”
          If it made any difference to him, he didn't show it. His hips kept thrusting, as regular as a
metronome, pushing her towards her next release.
          “Really? And how fast did they make you come this way?”
          She tried again.
          “They couldn't make me come like this. They couldn't resist my incredible ass.”
          And she realized her mistake the moment she uttered it, and his reply showed he'd caught it as
well.
          “Then I'm already doing better than these 'much bigger men',” he observed.
          Bonita knew she was in trouble. She had no magic that could be used on him in these
circumstances other than the natural “magic” of her incredible body, but he seemed largely immune to
that as well.
          But the reverse was not true.
          “Aahhhh—aaaAAAAHHHH!” she shouted out as she came, unable to hold out any longer
against his attack on her senses.
          In the back of her mind, she heard him chuckle.
          As if that weren't bad enough, she felt him shift his hand, shifting it forward to hold her leg a bit
higher on one side so she was perched on his wrist. It also gave him enough reach to get to her clit.
He explored her pussy a bit and it was obvious how soaking wet she was. He probed just a little
bit, but he didn't remain very long. He only got his fingertips wet so he could move on to his real
target.
          And she felt his fingers find her aching clitoris.
          “That will... do you no... good... you know,” she lied.
          “Are you certain?” he taunted, and he started to rub, his pelvis not resting even for a moment,
and her next climax already building. If he kept this up...
          The sensation of his making small circles over her pronounced clit, naked and standing up
beyond the normal shelter of its protective hood, sent shocks through every time she felt his finger
press it against the unyielding bone beneath it and compress it before it jumped through the tight, slick
space he made between his fingertip and her own flesh. Each time sent a jolt through her, and she felt
the pressure building inside her.
          The feeling of his firm prick driving up inside her sensitive rectum, making her pant and squirm
in his grip, giving her not chance to hide... no chance to avoid what would happen next.
          “I'm... cumming!” she cried, unable to help herself.
          It was also completely unnecessary since she squirted just a second later.
          Even the thunderous reaction from the stands didn't matter.
          That he could keep her hanging like this while he plundered her back door was something she'd
never felt before. It was exciting and thrilling and the only thing that would excite her more would be
to have his cum flood her ass.
          She knew that unless she got him to join her, she had lost... though that wasn't her main concern
any more. Now her main concern was to keep the unbelievable feeling of him fucking her greedy ass
like this until she couldn't stand it any longer.
          “More! More!” she begged him. “Come inside me!”
          If Quinn had any doubts of his ability to keep going, he'd have ignored her, but he knew he'd be
able to stay “in the saddle” so long as he controlled the hormones that his body released during sexual
recovery that caused a loss of erection. He'd learned this trick early on, just days after he'd been
Quickened. It was a handy trick for impressing the ladies. It also gave him a reputation for
insatiability which wasn't quite true but didn't hurt.
          That the rules of a hentai universe also let most males do it certainly didn't hurt any.
          As he felt her growing close to her next orgasm, he tried to time etting go on his climax reflex
to coincide with her next peak, but then simply thought, Oh, fuck it! and let go as he sent a big jolt
through to her pleasure nexus.
          She felt his cock start to pump his semen inside her just as the next peak of pleasure crested,
driving her over the edge, and she felt herself ejaculate again and she shouted wordlessly, without
worry of how it might look. Her fingers found their way into his hair and she ran them behind his
head, trying to pull him closer as she hung there and shook uncontrollably, her orgasm rolling on much
longer than she'd ever expected.
          But she also never expected him to keep going after he came. He was still using her ass as if
nothing had changed, but his semen in her ass made things feel different now. The slickness of his
semen made her ass feel amazing, probably because she knew how wicked people thought this was.
          Suddenly, her gift lit up her mind like she had been dropped bodily into a moment of the future.
This happened sometimes when she had sex with a male of particular importance to her life yet to
come, her seer's power fueled by the mingling of two bodies and their fluids. She used this to help with
her divinations, though seldom did it come on her unbidden.
          She saw it clearly, as if she were viewing a piece of film featuring the two of them.
And they would be lovers in the future... many futures. Many times stretching off into many
years, they would share themselves with one another. As Quinn, the leader of the Harukinu, there were
hundreds upon hundreds of futures... perhaps thousands as they overlapped and seemed to circle back
upon themselves so many times, and in many of them she saw her future cross his own. She was
Bonita, seeress and oracle, witch and lover, her touch resonating down the pathways of a multitude of
worlds...
          But of herself as the Crimson Queen, there was no sign. Yet she felt no sadness of that reality
disappearing.
          Then with a snap, she was back within herself, still shaking in climax but with the afterimage of
a future she had no idea could happen and indeed still could not begin to understand etched onto the
retina of her mind's eye.
          Bonita had also witnessed the game and decided she could play as well.
          Fighting to keep her voice steady, she told him, “I'm not going to fall for this yet.”
          She felt him shift his other arm and bring that hand over to make use of it as well. Now he had
both hands involved, one playing over her joy button and the other impaling her, rubbing inside her
pussy as his cock violated her ass, sliding inside her as it slid through his own semen inside her,
providing more lubrication and making her enjoy it even more.
          The lovely witch taunted him, “You know even this won't be enough, don't you?”
          But the picture of her ecstatic face on the giant monitors over the stage told another tale.
          “'Won't be enough' yet, don't you mean?” he replied, and a couple of harder thrusts made her
gasp and tremble again, his fingers doing what they could to add to her pleasure.
          If that isn't enough, how about this?
          And he gave her mind another jolt of pleasure, seeing if she would continue with this charade.
          “I'm cumming! Stop! Don't move while I cum!” she plead with him.
          The amusement in his voice was unmistakable. “Oh? So you need to take a time out to
recover?”
          “Of course not!” she countered, knowing any such admission would just damage her chances.
          The smile in his voice told her she hadn't convinced him even the slightest. “Then you have to
stay there and suffer through my moving while you cum.”
          “Aa-ii!” she cried out as another flash of sexual heat lightning coursed through her, his
constantly moving hips churning up greater pleasure within her wanton derriere.
          Quinn always had a bit of envy for women who could come again and again and again...
          And suddenly he had a revelation. (For such a brilliant man, sometimes it took surprisingly
long to realize things applied to himself as well.) Here he was, a man fully in charge of his own
physiology, and he was still thinking in terms of a primitive human male with a primitive climax then
reset cycle during sex.
          It was time to rewrite the book.
          It wasn't long before Bonita was clawing at the back of his head, bordering on her next orgasm,
so Quinn went about his experiment. He certainly hoped it would work or he was about to strain his
junk in front of an audience of thousands.
          Wouldn't that be a hell of a thing...
          She began to gasp loudly, and Quinn set about connecting his nervous system to Bonita's but
put a solid block on the nerves carrying the actual signals to trigger the prostate. He didn't deaden the
receptors, just the motor nerves. It was basically the equivalent of taking a prepped muzzle-loader gun
and just putting a little pad over the priming charge so it couldn't be ignited. The trigger was pulled and
everything else worked, but the gun wouldn't go off. And since the pleasure he was enjoying was
actually being generated in her brain, he still enjoyed the ride, simply without all the messy physical
reflexes involved.
          He didn't need to give her a push. The sexy witch was about to have a nice screaming orgasm
on her own from enjoying having her ass fucked like this without any “cheating” on his part.
          Wait a sec... gotta give the crowd their show...
          He moved his fingers to make sure Bonita's vaginal ducts were clear while still stimulating her
clit and running the fingers of his other hand deeply inside her.
          Damn, there was a lot to remember at a time like this! But that's why they pay you the big
bucks.
          And then everything happened at once.
          The lavender-haired Lorelei threw her head back and shouted in joy as she squirted all over, and
Quinn rode right along with her, but the signals to his prostate telling him to ejaculate ran head-long
into the block he'd placed on the nerves carrying that particular command. He enjoyed her fabulous
climax (and it was true, women did have better orgasms than men), but his body kept right on as if
nothing were out of the ordinary. All the pleasure took place in the brain.
          Quinn had just perfected virtual sex.
          It was basically like his body had stolen his neighbor's cable. It hadn't made a bit of difference
to her, and she wasn't even aware of it, but he had the benefit of having a dandy climax without all the
messy clean-up problems... and without his testicles being wrung dry so soon after coming last time,
giving him more time to build up before his next big show.
          The stands certainly approved from their reaction.
          They've had a long enough show. Time to put a period on the evening so we can all go home.
          As she came down from her last massive spasm, she felt him pull himself from her over-used
rectum, and as the head of his cock pulled past the constriction of her tight anus, the pang it sent made
her jerk and her climax peaked a little though this time she didn't squirt. Then she found herself being
lowered to the stage, and her knees gave out from under her and she found herself kneeling in front of
him, his waving erection still standing tall in her face.
          Bonita could feel his thick seed oozing from her ass, but it only made her feel more wanton,
ready to go on. He may have beaten her, but she would keep going until she couldn't move any more...
or until he couldn't get it up again, whichever came first (pun accidental but appropriate).
          He didn't even need to prompt her, because Bonita loved giving head. She didn't even need a
man to touch her and she could orgasm from it, there being so many lovely nerves in the mouth and
throat. She could perform divinations this way just as well, and had many times.
          Leaning in, she eagerly began licking him off, not even caring where his cock had just been.
That just made it more exciting, knowing how “dirty” people thought this was. She loved the taste of
his semen, finding it tasted different than other men. (Other men didn't have access to silverleaf, an
herb native to Beata that was a kind of herbal Viagra, giving the male reproductive system a serious
boost and making the semen taste sweeter rather than the bitter edge so common with men's cum. Ah,
the advantages of being a universe-hopper...) She went to work laving him, taking great pleasure in
giving him pleasure with her mouth like this. Her eyes either were studying his cock to make sure
she'd cleaned off all his cum from before, or they were looking up at his masked face, smiling wickedly
and looking like she would rather be doing this than anything else in the world which made sense since
it was true.
          She sucked and licked at his balls as her slender fingers ran over the length of him, loving the
surprisingly silky feel of him over a core of hardness. The salty, manly taste of him was exciting, and
soon she couldn't help but take him into her mouth, running her lips down until he hit the back of her
throat. He was too hard to get him to take the turn so she could throat him, but that didn't make that
great a difference to her. She'd get him off without it, and that was her goal... to make him lose his
control in front of his adoring audience so they could see that in this she was still the best. Her lips slid
down over him again and again, and she tilted her head occasionally so she could look up at him to see
his expression.
          He still had the same look of amusement on him, as if he were daring her to make him crack.
          She tried every trick she could to push him over the edge, but she knew she was succeeding
when he put his hands on her head and started directing her, fucking her mouth more and more, getting
near the moment when she'd taste his lovely, thick semen.
          What she didn't know was that Quinn was also setting up his final move. He needed Bonita
incapacitated, and he was unlikely to do that with sex along. She was right, she had lots of experience,
and so she would likely last hours before she was exhausted.
          Quinn wasn't about to give her that much time.
          He found a different spot in her brain this time, and once he was ready, he simply relaxed his
block on his orgasm.
          Bonita was thrilled as she felt his balls tightening, his prostate preparing to give her its delicious
reward, and she started working him hard, sucking madly, making louder, more blatantly sexual sounds
to encourage him to lose control just for a moment and fill her mouth with his cum.
          And then it happened. Quinn felt himself start to come, and as he shot his load into her
fabulous lips, he got ready for his “dirty trick”.
          Her eyes registered a pleasant surprise as she felt how much cum he was filling her mouth with,
so she backed up until only the head was still in her mouth, and she continued stroking him to
encourage every drop into her waiting smile.
          She opened her mouth to Quinn, proudly displaying what she'd gotten him to give her as if this
were proof of her sexual superiority, and then she closed her lips, smiled smugly, and gave a loud gulp.
          As she swallowed, he sent the signals through his fingers caressing her face, first to her pleasure
nexus to give her a huge climax, and as her eyes went wide as if in the most wonderful shock as she
gave a huge jerk and gasp, her juices hosing the canvas again...
          And the moment that happened, he caused her blood pressure to drop abruptly, and he watched
her brief look of puzzlement before her eyes went glassy and closed, and she started to slump to the
floor unconscious.
          Moving fast, he held her up slightly to stop her dropping, tucked himself inside his pants with
his left hand, then scooped her up in his arms.
          “I claim Bonita, formerly called Crimson Queen, as a member of Team Harukinu by right of
conquest!”
          They'd sort out if she were a double agent later at the residence.
          The announcer was telling of the final pay-out on wagers with a sound of mild disbelief, and
Quinn reached the box to ask Nova, “Can you spare an outfit?” Looking down at the impressive bust
of his unconscious burden, he observed, “I don't think she'll fit in anyone else's.”
