Chapter 24 - On Conditioning: Chapter 23

On Conditioning
by Volpone

Chapter 23

          Black's representative was saying, “But Harukinu-sama... Black-sama clearly stated that the match was for demonstration purposes. He had no intention of the losers becoming part of the other's team.”
          Black had sent this lackey to see if Quinn would return the members he'd claimed at the end of the match, and the lackey wasn't certain if this Harukinu was the kind who would feel the suggestion of his going against the agreement impugned his honor enough to be worthy of sending the lackey's head back to his master to make the point. After all, this wasn't a typical business negotiation between corporate execs.
          Quinn had no such intention (either of sending back the lackey's head or returning the ladies in question), but that Black had chosen to send an underling rather than arrange a face-to-face to resolve the point showed it was more a matter of not letting the incident pass without any objection which might be seen as weakness rather than truly being upset over the loss of two of his fighters. 
          The question of it being against the agreement was a debatable point. Yes, the general idea had been that the demonstration matches were for entertainment, but Quinn had not claimed either female of Black's team until they had asked to go with him specifically to avoid this situation.
          “I understand what our agreement was quite well. I have an excellent memory for such things, and I distinctly remember Black-san saying that no one would be forced to join the opposing team. There was no force involved. The two ladies distinctly asked to become members of Team Harukinu, and so I felt no reason to deny their request under the circumstances.”
          Quinn knew that the lackey was probably much more nervous over this negotiation than either of the principles. If Black was so unhappy over the way things went, he was capable of calling off the deal entirely. As there was not even a hint that Black was threatening that course of action, Quinn knew that this was more a matter of appearances than of threat.
          But still the lackey wouldn't let the matter go and take the answer “no” back to his master. Perhaps Oboro had threatened him with something highly unpleasant if he failed to bring back the two women.
          “If they were not forced, perhaps you would allow them to tell Black-sama their decision in person?” Again, Quinn knew that both Astaroth and Kuris would be far less likely to stick by their guns if they had to tell their former leader they were swapping sides to his face. Astaroth would likely still risk Black's displeasure because of her geas, but Kuris didn't have that magical reinforcement to stiffen her spine in front of the feared vampire lord.
Fortunately it was a moot point.
          “Black-sama is more than welcome to question the ladies in person,” Quinn told him, and the underling was visibly surprised and pleased at this information.
          Then Quinn dropped the other shoe right on his pointy head.
          “... But as they are no longer here, he must travel to our headquarters in Liberia to ask them. In the mean time...”
          He triggered the recording of the arena feed and replayed the segment from the time Oboro announced his victory and when each female clearly asked to join him.
          Shutting down the playback, he turned to Black's representative.
          “I trust that's acceptable?”
          Check and mate.

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          “Of course he will not return the women, Oboro,” Black was telling his lieutenant. “It was our mistake in offering females who were susceptible to his... persuasion. That he discovered how to use Astaroth's geas against us simply shows his being a worthy adversary. And if he prompted them into asking, he did it in a way that we have not been able to discover. Our people have gone over the recordings very carefully, and other than catching how we believe he suppressed their magic, there is no sign of his suborning our fighters.
          “And now I also know that he is not above using a technicality to serve his purposes. In his place, I would have done the same. I would not expect him to return my fighters as this would be an admission of being subordinate to me.” By emphasizing the word “my”, he effectively reminded Oboro that it was his loss to worry about and not hers. It would have actually been quite disappointing had Harukinu given in. The weakness it would demonstrate would have shown he could be too easily intimidated into backing down.
          “Of course, Black-sama,” she agreed. Oboro wasn't terribly upset by Harukinu claiming Black's fighters either. Oh, she would have enjoyed correcting their failure to make the fight longer. She had intended to punish both no matter the outcome as a lesson to all the others because it was within her power... that was all.
          She continued, “I simply do not wish to see you dishonored by this Harukinu dictating terms to you.”
          She knew she had stepped over the line, but she had done so intentionally since she often had to get Black-sama's attention in this manner.
          “That sounded... judgmental, Oboro. It is not for you to decide what affects my honor.”
          With a small thrill of anticipation, she lowered her head submissively.
          “Of course, Black-sama.”
          And she waited for his instructions.
          Quietly, her lord told her, “Your mouth is not suited for such complaints, Oboro. Demonstrate for me what your mouth is best suited for.”
          Glad to perform in this way, she hid the smile she felt as she dropped to her knees and undid the front of Black's pants...

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          Things around the residential complex looked more like a hurricane relief effort than the headquarters of a “criminal organization”. Construction supplies for the defensive points they wanted to reinforce were being installed by those members with experience in construction (very few), making things much messier than normal. They'd kept Black's lackey out of the areas where the alterations were being made so he couldn't report back to his employers of the strange goings on around the Harukinu complex. The project looked bigger than it truly was just because of the stark contrast it made from the normally relaxed environment they were used to around their temporary home.
          “Let's hope they don't make a move until after the cement's had a chance to set thoroughly,” Elbe commented.
          “Personally, I hope they don't make a move... period,” replied Quinn as he looked over the progress.
          “After all this effort?” Elbe asked incredulously, but Quinn knew it was just a joke on the paranormal investigator's part. None of them were militant enough to really want a full-scale battle on their hands. Quinn had been involved in just one true battle since forming Phoenix because he did everything in his power to avoid them. Their victory in Nevia had not been due to brilliant strategy on Quinn's part. It had been due to some very successful recruiting efforts in the months before and the demon prince leading the opposition not expecting any organized resistance. Having caught them unprepared, they managed to pull off a victory that surprised even Quinn, and he was notoriously optimistic.
          “Hey, any chance I can get a seat in the team box tonight?” the detective asked. He'd seen Quinn and their female teammates involved in some very intense action almost every night since Quinn yelled for help from the rest of the Liberian members of Phoenix, and he wasn't so evolved that the action wasn't appealing on some primitive level.
          “The view from the study is better,” Quinn observed. “We're not close enough to really see much from the team box without the jumbotrons.”
          “Well...” Elbe sounded disappointed but he knew the mission came before his prurient curiosity. Quinn knew that while the action didn't get quite as blatant at the residence as at the arena, he'd been told that the arena matches were some of the most popular foreplay for the zanni who had to stay behind, and that at least a third of their audience found an excuse to go off with another member they found attractive after watching just part of the action. As such, Elbe was more likely to get some by staying home... unless there was a particular female who was going to be at the arena with Quinn instead of staying behind. That might explain the paranormal detective's sudden interest in attending personally, so Quinn chose to be helpfully unhelpful.
          “I'm sorry if the mission is giving you problems with your social life, but with the male-to-female ratio around here, it can't be that you're not getting laid. Your chances of getting lucky are higher if you stay behind, so I can only assume you have a particular party in mind. But as we're not in high school here, I'm not going to pass someone a note for you in home room. If you're getting shot down by a particular person...” He held up his hands to indicate his helplessness in such matters.
          “Have you at least let the other party know you're interested?”
          “That's part of the problem,” Elbe admitted. “It's not easy to discover if a woman is interested when one of her spouses is usually standing right there.”
          The phrasing Elbe used gave Quinn enough information for him to narrow down the list of suspects to the point where there were only two who qualified: Miranda and Yum-Yum. They were some of the only women in Phoenix who were in a plural marriage back home.
          “Have you considered asking both of them?”
          “Are you kidding? For a first time? Not that it hasn't crossed my mind as a fantasy, but I know I'm not at my best when my... uh... attention is divided.”
          “Okay... specifically, which one are we talking about?” Quinn wasn't big on offering dating advice to fully functional adults, but as Quinn had no right to bitch about his own dating life, he could understand how another might find themselves unsure of their footing in some cases.
          “Yum-Yum,” he admitted. Suddenly changing the subject, he asked, “And who came up with that name for her? It sounds like she should be working a pole for crumpled singles.”
          In spite of having been in on her choice of name personally, Quinn didn't take exception. Not everyone enjoyed Gilbert & Sullivan. Indeed, some continua never had the famous composing partners.
          But this still gave Quinn an easy out since he had enough information and knew the players involved.
          “Then I suggest speaking to Randy. She is very aware of how attractive Yum-Yum is.” In a rare case of speaking of his personal experiences, Quinn offered, “In fact, when I first asked Randy if her marriage was open, she thought I was interested in one of her co-wives. She wasn't at all insulted. In fact, she seemed happy to help. Just don't make her guess who you're talking about. I'd lead off with that information.”
          Assuming his duty as councilor had been fulfilled, he gave Elbe a smile and a friendly clap on the shoulder and went off to start getting ready for the evening's activities.

          Considering that Yum-Yum didn't ask to stay back at the residence when it came time to leave for the arena, Quinn assumed that either Elbe had chosen to hold off on that particular conversation a bit, or they might have worked something out for later on, or possibly Yum-Yum had politely declined his interest (unlikely as Quinn knew she had an active libido and an inclination to follow it either inside or outside her marriage, but Quinn knew never to assume his personal experience was what others could expect).
          As they were approaching the hallway leading to their private box, Quinn spotted one of Black's lackeys waiting patiently for them.
          “I have been asked to escort Nova-san to a short meeting... if that is agreeable with you, Harukinu-sama?”
          Since they had been contacted earlier by phone with the request so Nova would be sure to accompany them that night, they believed they knew what was up.
          “If they want me along, chances are this is the night they intend to announce our match,” she had observed earlier that day after the call had come in.
          “Or they intend to see if they can offer you some motivation to encourage you kicking my ass,” Quinn replied with an amused smirk.
          Patting his cheek familiarly, she said sweetly, “As if I wouldn't do that for fun.”
          It was true that of anyone present, Nova was one of the only ones likely to beat Quinn in a fair fight, but the issue had never been put to the test as the contest would have to take place in the open, away from witnesses who didn't belong to Phoenix, and neither of them had ego troubles that needed such a question being resolved. Nova was many times stronger than Quinn and could fly. Quinn was about as tough as Nova with his web, but she knew all he needed was a chance to touch her bare skin and it was lights out if he was given long enough to establish a connection with her nervous system. They'd sparred plenty of times, but most of that had been in helping her learn to hide her gifts rather than use them. They still couldn't go all out in the arena, but they'd agreed to do their best to make it a good show without getting silly and destroying the venue. Nova would avoid flying, but she could hold back far less than she had in her previous matches since Quinn knew he could take most anything she could dish out.
          “But whatever the outcome,” she warned, “the post-game is just as fun as what we do in private. Deal?”
          He grinned and as he patted her ass, he quoted her statement from just moments before, “As if I wouldn't do that for fun.”

          Nova still hadn't rejoined them by the time of the first match, but in spite of the fact she had a panic button hidden in her outfit, Columbina was keeping surveillance on her just to absolutely sure she was safe. 
          On their private wavelength, Collie was telling Quinn, ::I can't listen in, but Oboro is trying to convince Nova of something. Judging from her expression, Nova is being polite and hearing her out but not impressed by whatever Oboro is telling her.::
          ::Probably offering her a nice big cash bonus if she beats me, or possibly trying to convince her to change sides and become one of Black's lieutenants. It's a lie, of course, since only Black can make that kind of offer. If he's not there, it's just a ploy.::
          ::Not that it makes any difference,:: she observed. ::It's not as if Nova will honestly consider changing teams when she gave up being a famous superheroine to become an anonymous member of Phoenix. From everything I've seen, she can get everything she truly wants with us, so there simply isn't anything to tempt her with.::
          But they both knew that Oboro wasn't above using magic to try to control Nova if she could figure a way. That was another reason Quinn had sent one of their precious magic-dampening talismans with her.
          Quinn was about to reply when Collie informed him, ::It looks as if they've finished their talk because they're heading for the arena.::
          Then it was simply a matter of waiting.
          Solstice and Ninja had made a point of grabbing the seats next to Quinn in the team box. As they were one of two pairs who hadn't been send into the ring to represent Team Harukinu, it was likely a ploy to see if they could wheedle him into letting them fight tonight. The other pair who hadn't been chosen (Hippolyta and Troisieme) were less forward in public, but Quinn knew that was simply a matter of style. Neither of the other ladies were the least bit restrained once they were in private.
          He felt Solstice's hand rest lightly on his, and then he felt the contact of another mind impinge on his own.
          ::Quinn-dear... Betsy and I would be ever so appreciative if you picked us tonight... both here and back home.::
          Since they were speaking mind-to-mind (a phenomenon which had surprised them both the first time it happened since they were having sex at the time and neither had intended it), Solstice hadn't spoken her friend's real name aloud, but since it wasn't possible to dissemble telepathically, she'd naturally used Ninja's original name.
          It was also not possible for Quinn to tell her he wasn't interested for the same reason... it wasn't possible to mislead someone when you were mentally linked this way.
          ::I'd be delighted if we can work it out... but I can't make any promises about who gets to defend the team honor this evening. I have to go by who I think is best capable, and I'm holding you and Betsy in reserve in case they throw some heavy-hitters with magical capabilities at us.::
          She couldn't tell him he was no fun (a lie) so she had to settle for, ::That really wasn't the answer I was hoping for,:: and she surreptitiously slid her hand into his lap to give him a quick demonstration of what was in store if he gave them what they wanted.
          It was a bit of a surprise when her fingers encountered Ninja's slender hand already where she had intended hers to go.
          Quinn continued to stare straight ahead, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
          Both women had to control themselves as they fought back laughing openly over their both trying the same ploy on him at the same moment.
          They were distracted when the public address system came to life.
          “We have a great evening in store this evening,” said Oboro's amplified voice. “First up, we have a crowd favorite... Reiga!”
          Quinn recognized the attractive blue-skinned oni from the night of the “challengers”. She was one of the dozen Black or Oboro had offered to send against Quinn for his two-on-one challenge, and she had been quite tempting to him, but he'd gone with the two he thought the audience preferred. Reiga had been every bit as interested in meeting him in the arena as any of the women present at the time, and if it had been up to Quinn's libido, he'd have tried to work his way through every one of the lovelies they offered up that night. Pale blue skin, dark hair, olivine-green eyes, short horns rising from her hairline, and a lovely figure all made her exotic and tempting.
          But rather than match her against a Taimanin, they had her facing a male tiger-head demon. If they were comparable to humans, he'd have put money on the male simply because of his superior size and muscular development, but he'd not seen any of the arena females lose against a male yet so his inclination was to favor the female.
          His thought turned out show it was a good thing he wasn't a betting man as Reiga did well in making it a battle, but after five minutes, the tiger-head blocked her metal club with his scimitar and as he did, landed a solid kick to her midsection, doubling over the pretty oni. In moments, the demon had her largely stripped of her outfit, taking a page from Quinn's tactics and using her robes as restraints. He had her functionally nude with her arms trapped behind her before she had any chance to regain her breath.
          The tiger face sneered as he drew Reiga up by her hair, her mouth open as she fought to regain her breath. This seemed to be of no concern to her conqueror as he held her there while he fumbled at the fly of his pants, then when he was free, stuffed his rather feline erection into her gasping mouth.
          Having only just started to catch her breath, the oni began to fight but without the use of her hands, she had no way to resist his treatment, and in a moment he was roughly fucking her mouth, her eyes wide in shock as her ability to breath was again stopped, only this time by a demon cock plugging the back of the throat.
          The tiger-head thrust at her face in overdrive, clearly having no thought of her lack of oxygen, only concerned with coming as quickly as he could.
          Most of the audience cheered this turn of events, getting a vicarious thrill from watching the demon use the pretty face to his opponent.
          No one in the Harukinu box offered comment or suggested Quinn intervene somehow. They all knew they couldn't do anything without tossing their agreement with Black out the window. And everyone in the box knew that Quinn was having to control his reactions more than anyone else present. It was like letting two gladiators fight. You couldn't interfere without drawing the ire of Caesar, or in this case, Caesar's chief concubine. Reiga wasn't here as a slave. She'd known going in this might be the result if she didn't win.
          That didn't make it any easier.
          As they watched, the tiger-head's rhythm changed, his hips thrusting forward and pausing with each thrust. He pushed the oni's head down hard into his crotch, and then the close-up on the jumbotron monitors overhead showed Reiga obviously trying to clear her throat in panic as cum bubbled around her lips and from her nose.
          It seemed that was enough for the male dominating her as he pulled her back as one final jet of semen splashed across her face as she coughed. He dropped her forward and it was only her instinctively turning her head that stopped the attractive blue face from planting painfully into the canvas.
          Before she could do anything, the tiger-head was behind her and thrusting forward, driving her face and chest into the rough canvas as he slammed against her raised ass.
          It was hard to tell exactly where the demon had chosen to assault his victim, but the view of the monitors shifted and everyone knew just why the pretty oni was looking so shocked as the large animal cock forced its way into the tighter of her two openings.
          Reaching forward, the demon grasped her by the crossed wrists and robe which held them, pulled back and levered the cum-spattered visage of the oni up until she was easily viewed by the crowd. Her breasts shook wildly from each impact of his hips as the shock on her face drew taunts from the onlookers.
          In spite of the look on her face, it became clear that the oni's body felt this wasn't bad behavior as she began to shake and after another dozen pumps, her eyes rolled up and she squirted, the audience roaring in reply.
          But it seemed that the victor had done what he set out to do. He strained a couple of times and then pumped his load into her waiting ass, not caring to drag things out any longer. Once he had finished, he released his grip on her wrists and the oni flopped forward onto the floor. 
          “Victory! Victory for Mōko!”
          The results of the final betting were then given, causing either groans of disappointment or applause depending on which side of the match the individual had bet on.
          It took a few moments to clear the stage and give it a quick cleaning before the next match was announced.
          “We have an excellent match-up scheduled next... a pair of undefeated arena representatives... rising star Rengyou Azami and the popular Miryuu will face the Blue God of Death—Aldebaran—and the Demon Arms Taimanin—Merope!”
          That made things a bit difficult as the two teams were split as who would be best suited to tackle them. The green-haired demoness Rengyou Azami was supposed to an expert with her daggers while the voluptuous Miryuu was a demon witch who didn't fight directly but was a summoner who controlled a “servant of darkness” called Anubis... no relation to the Egyptian god other than the name.
          The Taimanin were split as Aldebaran was assigned to Ninja while Hippolyta was supposed to face Merope. Antares rose and leaned close to whisper to Quinn, “Rengyou may be a problem. She was Taimanin before her capture, so they discovered some way to make her demonic genes overwhelm her training. And she knows how we think.” It was obvious she was upset to admit this, or perhaps she hadn't known before now her former teammate had gone over to the enemy.
          Quinn turned his head just enough to be certain she could understand him among the background noise of the arena.
          “Then it's a good thing neither of our team are Taimanin.”
          Unfortunately, he still had a duty to perform that wasn't going to win him any favors from the lovelies pressuring him to send them in to represent the team.
          Well, here goes my evening, he thought as he struck the gong to challenge just as everyone present knew he would.
          The ladies on each side of Quinn shifted as they prepared to stand and head for the stage, but Quinn put a hand on each of them to keep them seated.
          “Hippolyta... Troisieme... Would you do the honors?”
          Solstice looked at Quinn while he continued looking ahead at the stage.
          “I thought we had an understanding,” she said. It wasn't an accusation... quite... but it wasn't the sound of a happy woman either.
          Without turning, he responded, “I told you I would send who I thought was best suited to represent our team. I was very specific that I didn't know who that would be.” He couldn't offer more of an apology. “I'm sorry if that changes our plans for later this evening.”
          But it seemed that just because he'd not given them the whole loaf, Solstice wasn't going to refuse the half he did offer.
          “Oh, I wouldn't go that far,” she told him, and she gave him a knowing smile.
          “Speak for yourself, dear,” Ninja interjected. “I think I'm going to punish out beloved Quinn until he sees how horribly wrong he was not to let us have our way.”
          Her redhead compatriot gave a slight smile at the purple-haired ninja and said easily, “I was speaking for myself, and I guess that means...” She changed focus to Quinn and her smile got just a bit more suggestive. “... that I get you all to myself.”
          “Oh, don't take everyone so literally,” Ninja told her, quickly reversing directions. “I agreed to share him with you because we're a team. I felt it's only right. I just assumed your loyalty ran as deeply.”
          Solstice gave a satisfied smile and turned her attention to the arena women who were waiting for the other Harukinu team to make their way to the stage, saying, “I thought that might be your decision.”
          If they hadn't been such close friends, Quinn might have thought they were seriously at odds. But their friendly competition was exclusive to himself, the result of Ninja once teasing Solstice of how she'd been first into Quinn's bed when he first arrived at the Xavier Mansion. (He carefully failed to mention that Boom-Boom had beaten both of them. Some information simply wasn't needed.) They had shared a bed as a threesome more often than either of them having him individually since then. 
          They were also a hell of a strong team in combat.
          Looking at the four on stage, Quinn hoped he'd made the right call.
          But he had to admit, Hippolyta looked highly capable carrying Seiryutō, the jewel steel guan dao called “Green Dragon Crescent Blade” or “Holy Dragon Blade” depending on your language. She appeared in her late teens, and her pretty face, outstanding figure, and amazing ankle-length dark hair made her stunning while the easy grace of her motion told anyone who paid attention that she was a martial artist master.
          Next to her stood Troisieme (pronounced twa-zee-em), the rich turquoise-haired Arrancar named for the large numeral “3” on her back which her green-and-black uniform left easily visible. She had much in common with her teammate: she appeared youthful but not immature, pretty, blessed with an amazing figure, and had the same way of carrying herself that said she was quite capable when it came to defending herself. Still, it was the differences between the two that stood out, most notably the distinctive red mark that ran from cheek to cheek below the edge of her mask, and the horned skull-like mask with a notable crack in it that sat atop her colorful hair (which was actually part of her person and not some kind of macabre fashion accessory). For a weapon she carried a zanpacutō (basically a tachi with magical or spiritual power), but that was only part of what made Quinn reasonably confident in the outcome of the match.
Hippolyta was an amazing martial artist, but Troisieme had several talents which, like Quinn's own, didn't show on the surface.
          The betting was brisk but the crowd was too familiar with the Harukinu success streak for bettors to assume the arena women being undefeated carried much weight, leaving the final odds at 7-to-1 in favor of the Harukinu team.
          ::That's the best odds we've had in a while,:: observed Quinn.
          ::Which is why we have as much riding on the outcome as we do. We have almost a third of the action on Troisieme and Hippolyta.::
          Quinn chuckled mentally and commented, ::It sounds like we've turned you into a serious bettor, Collie. Do we need to worry about getting you into a treatment program for gambling addicts?::
          Her response was only to be expected.
          ::Addiction over betting is a protein weakness, Quinn. It's the ones who don't understand probabilities that don't know which way things will go.::
          ::I wish I were as confident in the chances of nothing going wrong as you are, bella.::
          Her response actually surprised him.
          ::Quinn, for a man who uses more of his brain than any other human we've discovered, how is it you still don't understand? It's not a matter of trying to calculate the odds for or against our team. It's the knowledge that your faith in them gives them such a huge advantage. Combine their confidence in themselves because you believe in them with your own illogically high luck factor and the chances of our team losing are significantly less than them being hit by lightning... inside the arena.::
          He'd never examined his ridiculous luck as a quantifiable phenomenon. That it was a big influence of Columbina's calculations actually made him less sure than before. He'd been living life around Murphy's Law for too long. He still had the nagging suspicion in the back of his mind that his luck couldn't last. For his smartship partner to assume it would hold simply by not knowing anything different... it was going to be a rude awakening for her when it ran out.
          All he could do was hope it wasn't today.
          Oboro's amplified voice announced, “Begin!”
          The Harukinu women moved apart to prevent the arena fighters from doing something unexpected that might catch them both at once. Hippolyta was on the side near Rengyou while Troisieme moved easily in the opposite direction while watching Miryuu, clearly not rushing to the attack. It was much more her style to let her opponent come to her and counter rather than be the aggressor. She hadn't even bothered to draw her sword yet.
          The brown-haired Miryuu went into her summoning routine, and a much larger figure faded into existence over her left shoulder. Anubis looked like a set of ornate black armor decorated with unusual patterns. The darkness within the helmet was complete except for the glow of red eyes, giving no idea of who or what Anubis was. The armor looked male (at least there were no breasts worked into the cuirass over the torso), and this feeling was reinforced by the armor being just a few centimeters under two meters tall. In the armored grip of the left hand was a golden greatsword... a zweihander for most humans but it seemed Anubis could handle it easily with just one hand. The final effect was achieved by the reddish glow the entire summoning gave off, giving it a distinctly infernal feeling. Quinn wished he could consult with Doc over what he could detect concerning the mystery entity since he was far more sensitive to such matters than Quinn, but he didn't since the information wouldn't do Troisieme any good. In fact, Trois herself was more sensitive to spiritual matters than Quinn, so he told himself to relax and let their team handle things.
          Sure enough, Anubis strode forward and swung the huge blade it wielded with a disturbing ease, not waiting for Trois to ready herself.
          If the entity thought to catch the Harukinu fighter unprepared, it was disappointed as she drew her zanpacutō and stopped the stroke without effort, her expression unchanged.
          The Arrancar then moved and allowed her opponent's sword to slide over the top as she stepped in and drove her sword into the point where breastplate overlapped the segment of armor covering the lower abdomen, the thrust almost casual appearing in how easily she found a weak point, her sword clearly piercing deep enough to be stopped by the point hitting the back plate of the armor.
          The audience was shocked by the cool efficiency the Harukinu showed in striking her foe. The team had developed a reputation in the arena as being reluctant to kill, yet the green-haired fighter showed no hesitancy in a blow that would likely disembowel an opponent.
          Quinn knew Troisieme was no more likely to kill than he was himself, so the thrust caught Quinn by surprise as well.
          He learned why she hadn't hesitated when Anubis didn't react but simply raised its sword to strike at her again while she was close, no sign of injury or even pain evident in its behavior.
          Trois successfully withdrew her sword and moved out of range in a flash, beyond the range of the heavy golden blade before it could be brought down. Her retreat had been so fast, it looked almost as if she had teleported.
          The audience was silent a moment, then the murmurs redoubled as they all speculated on what had just happened. That Anubis appeared immune to the Harukinu's weapon boded badly for her, and her blurring speed said that Anubis might have a rough time catching her to deliver a telling blow. It was shaping up to be an interesting match-up.
          Across the stage, the other pair were not standing around either. Two of Rengyou's daggers rested on the canvas. The first thrown blade Hippolyta had blocked easily with Seiryutō, but the second had sped by from an underhand cast, the low trajectory streaking by and opening a cut in Hippolyta's green-and-black outfit along her right ribs, a thin line of red beading up on her skin showing how uncomfortably close the attack had been.
          But it appeared Hippolyta had expected something as she didn't flinch, the lower spike end of her pole arm returning the favor at the same moment and opening a long slash starting low on the left side of her outfit. It appeared the point caught the fabric and pulled it away from the female wearing it as the stretchy cloth parted along an angled cut that went right between Rengyou's notable breasts, basically destroying her modesty more than threatening her health, making the arena representative retreat back out to a range where her thrown daggers had the advantage.
          But in spite of the flesh exposed during the exchange, almost all eyes were on the other pairing. Twice the dark-armored Anubis had stalked within range of his sword but had failed to score a hit while both times Troisieme's blade had struck and penetrated but still showed no sign of hurting her opponent. At this rate, the battle seemed to be destined for a stalemate.
          But it appeared Anubis had also realized this as the armored entity stopped pursuing its foe and took a broad stance, sword held in both hands now and squared up to its target. As the glowing metal creature did, the great golden blade began to glow more strongly, clearly indicating something was coming.
          That's not good, thought Quinn.
          Sure enough, the crimson radiance grew brighter and began to coalesce near the cross-guard of the sword and Anubis pointed the weapon at the Harukinu stoically waiting whatever was about to happen. As they all watched, a ball of red energy flared and raced down the blade, reminding Quinn strongly of the energy attacks used by Varuni and Kikimora during their match against Nova and Adamantina. Considering the attack had knocked Tina to her knees and the statuesque redhead was one of the toughest people Quinn knew, he didn't relish the idea of Troisieme getting hit by anything remotely similar.
          The attack was as sudden as it was accurate, and the globe of destructive force sped true while Trois just stood there.
          Just as the energy reached its target, Trois brought up her free hand, palm forward as if saying “stop”, her eyes closed as if concentrating on something, the blast not triggering as expected but flaring heavily while growing many times wider than when launched.
          And to the astonishment of almost everyone in the arena, the pretty green-haired female opened her mouth and appeared to inhale the energy. The red flare deformed and seemed to dive down her gullet, and when the last of it vanished, she opened her eyes and opened her mouth, releasing a blast that was clearly greater than that she'd absorbed.
          Doble cero, Quinn recalled the technique being called.
          Miryuu was fortunately standing where the bulk of her summoned guardian blocked the resulting blast or she might have been badly hurt without Trois meaning to.
          The form of Anubis stood there as it was barraged by the force of her attack, unable to do anything more. The armored figure began shaking heavily as if resisting some incredible wind only it could feel, the vibration growing greater by the moment until it seemed some threshold was reached and both energy and entity flared briefly, then faded out of sight.
          Miryuu stood wide-eyed in shock. No one had ever bested Anubis, and here this green-tressed Playboy bunny had done it without a scratch.
          The so-called bunny walked calmly over to rest her sword on her true opponent's shoulder with the edge against her naked throat. She didn't change expression, but pointedly ignored her own opponent as she looked towards her teammate with a look of mild curiosity as if wondering what was taking Hippolyta so long.
          The sudden roar of the audience over Trois' unexpected victory made Rengyou realize something had happened concerning the other competitors. The arena fighter was down to her last dagger and just a scrap or two of outfit, Hippolyta systematically shredding her costume in a way that told Rengyou that it was intentional as the dark-haired woman had blocked every attempt against her while turning the arena warrior's clothing into so much confetti.
          Trying to determine what was going on with her teammate, Rengyou's glance flickered over to Miryuu for just a moment, and the instant her eyes shifted Hippolyta stepped in and when the former Taimanin's red eyes came back, she discovered the razor edge of Seiryutō resting just under her chin, the Harukinu fighter taking advantage of her distraction to show easily she could dispatch her opponent.
          Not being suicidal, Rengyou held out her last dagger and dropped it deliberately to the canvas in surrender.
          When Miryuu wisely made no attempt to escape her predicament when her unemotional foe had her in a spot where any sudden movement might slice her delicate throat open on the blade she wielded with such deadly ease. Instead, she held up both hands and slowly went down to her knees to indicate her capitulation. Without Anubis, she had nothing to defend herself, and she had no desire to test the patience of the woman she had so badly underestimated who had beaten her.
          But Oboro didn't announce the victory. It was clear both arena fighters had given up but it seemed that Black's lieutenant intended to force some kind of action, as if challenging the Harukinu women to go ahead and kill the two who had failed to defend the reputation of the Chaos Arena.
          Fortunately for Rengyou, Hippolyta was more attracted to women than men (though it seemed she had no objection to sharing a man with her girlfriend Iolanthe, which they had done on half-a-dozen occasions with Quinn as the male), so the pretty Harukinu took the lead and simply stepped close and ran her hand up her captive's ribs, onto her breast, then grasped her nipple and took a firm hold. She used this to indicate to the woman at her mercy that she should assume a similar posture to her teammate... on her knees.
          Rengyou didn't resist, knowing that if she cooperated she was less likely to inspire the woman abusing her chest to do something more serious (such as taking off her head as she demonstrated she was capable of doing). This put her at eye level with Hippolyta's navel, but that wasn't what the Harukinu woman had in mind as she kept up the pressure, tugging her new toy down and closer, clearly indicating what she wanted.
          Resignedly, the green-haired former Taimanin did as she was directed, reaching up and carefully moved aside the stretchy crotch of Hippolyta's outfit, exposing her perfectly hairless vagina for the kiss she was clearly expected to provide.
          As the arena woman began to go to work, Hippolyta gave a small smile and hooked her knee over her captive's shoulder so she could relax a bit as she was being serviced.
          While Troisieme wasn't nearly as drawn to women as Hippolyta (a bit of irony since she had actually enjoyed sharing a bed with her teammate on more than one occasion when Iolanthe had been occupied elsewhere), she wasn't going to let the team down. Besides, receiving a bit of oral pleasure was simply her reward for beating her opponent without hurting her. Still, she knew that the audience required their pound of flesh as it were, and she took a moment to use her sword to cut the voluptuous Miryuu out of her costume, much to the approval of the crowd as Miryuu was by far the bustiest of the chesty females on stage. Soon enough, she had assumed a mirror position to her teammate with Miryuu's mouth giving her pleasure.
          This went on for just long enough for each of the Harukinu women to have a nice vocal climax, then it was surprising when Troisieme was the one stepping up the action as she made the brown-haired Miryuu lie down on her back and facing the arena female's feet, she threw a leg over her face so she could settle down onto her upturned face, Trois's fingers finding the rosy nubs crowning Miryuu's heavy breasts and using this grip to indicate how her captive should perform. It seemed that whatever Miryuu did, there was something more Troisieme wanted as she kept stretching her nipples cruelly, pulling her breasts up until her victim gave a cry of distress as her abuser hunched down onto the tongue exploring her treasures.
          Apparently Hippolyta was less impressed with her partner/victim's oral talents as she was now leading Rengyou by the braid hanging by her left ear, the arena woman staying on all fours as she was pulled along until in position between Miryuu's upraised knees. Once in place, Hippolyta put a hand between the woman's shoulder blades and pushed her down, indicating what she desired her pet to do next. With her toy's lips busy seeing to her arena teammate's snatch, the Phoenix woman nodded in satisfaction and knelt down behind Rengyou's upraised ass.
          The view on the jumbotrons overhead shifted so the audience could see what was happening, and they began applauding and shouting degrading directions towards the women on stage as the Harukinu woman began to roughly masturbate her captive, her fingers clearly just trying to make her plaything come as fast as possible. It was obvious Hippolyta wasn't overly concerned whether the trip was pleasant or not... just the destination.
          It seemed both of the arena women found this scenario acceptable as both of them were moaning loudly in spite of their mouths being occupied vigorously eating pussy. 
          Miryuu and Troisieme seemed to be closer to orgasm than their counterparts as the exotic Arrancar was tugging at her mount's paps to the point that Miryuu was arching up her back involuntarily to ease off a bit of the distress this was causing her. In spite of the discomfort being inflicted on her impressive chest, it was also clearly exciting as Miryuu was making noises indicating she was getting perilously close to losing it.
          Since Hippolyta wasn't trying to have an orgasm herself, it seemed to be something of a point of pride for her to drive Rengyou over the edge before Miryuu could get there, but it seemed Troisieme was the one who won by virtue of her own orgasm beating either of the arena women. The way she hauled on Miryuu's chest like she was reining in a horse seemed to cause a chain reaction as Miryuu exclaimed in pain and pleasure as she joined her tormentor, then Rengyou shook and cried out, Hippolyta managing to even get the fallen Taimanin to jerk and squirt the canvas beneath her. 
          At this point, it was too much for Oboro to ignore and so she made the grudging announcement of the Harukinu victory.
          “But before the winners move on to their next match, we have a special event that you've all been waiting for. Tonight, we give you the match you've been hoping to see: the undefeated Harukinu team will be sending two unbeaten fighters into the ring to face one another!
          “First, the woman you have cheered to victory against six opponents... Nova!”
          The arena rocked with the introduction as the crowd went berserk. The ridiculously sexy challenger in her green-and-blacks strutted to the stage, let the audience shout itself hoarse for a minute before striking a dramatic pose and pointing towards the team box, repeating her challenge of the previous week: “Harukinu-sama... I challenge you!”
          All eyes in the arena went to Quinn including the women sharing the team box with him, the only difference being the look of quiet confidence among their Phoenix teammates.
          That's my cue, he thought as he rose.
          “Nova-san... I accept your challenge!” he called in a voice they could hear without amplification. In spite of trying to stay in character, the look on his face said he was looking forward to this every bit as much as she was.
          Win or lose, the sex will be incredible.
          He used the stairs this time as he had no reason to try to impress Nova. She knew his capabilities better than anyone present. She also knew she could use him like a battering ram to beat her way through a cement wall without him suffering more than mussed hair.
          But she also knew how his p.a. web worked and what triggered it. And what it prevented when it was active.
          For his part, Quinn had not just sparred with Nova but knew her nervous system from their sharing a bed on a number of occasions, so he knew how strong and tough she was. He knew he couldn't possibly out-muscle her. He knew she was as fast as he was. Her reaction time was as quick. She was virtually indestructible to normal damage, so the only way he could beat her was to hijack her nervous system.
          It was going to be interesting.
          They had agreed not to destroy the arena, but Quinn realized that didn't mean they couldn't bust up some set dressings in their competition. It would certainly seem much more dramatic than simply rolling around the stage for a while.
          As he moved to the platform, he started having a conversation with his lovely challenger.
          “Well, Nova... what do you think? This looks far too... sterile,” he commented loudly as he neared, gesturing to the bare white canvas ring. “Don't you agree?”
          “What did you have in mind?” she asked, playing along.
          “I think we need something to make things more interesting.” He had mounted the steps to the stage and looking around, he recalled where some of the set pieces they used had been installed. “Perhaps a partition here?” he asked as he gestured to where it had been for his match against Rigel. 
          She nodded acceptance and moved over to where the large block had been for his very first match against Cat Lady.
          “And what about the cube that goes here?” she suggested. He nodded deeply, knowing exactly why she wanted it present.
          As they talked, orcs were quickly being ordered to provide the pieces they required.
          Quinn wasn't about to suggest one of the fake phalli the crowd found so amusing as that would suggest an inclination to use one.
          But then he remembered another item.
          “And the pole that goes here,” he said, indicating the spot where the heavy metal pole had been for Juno's match against Lakshasha.
          The three set pieces were installed with surprising speed, as if even the orcs playing stagehands were anxious for the match to begin. It made for a stage that had potential but wasn't too crowded.
          Quinn and Nova had come to an agreement early upon learning they were to face each other in public. They had agreed to make the match as real as they could manage realistically. No weapons. No magical items. No kryptonite. No flying. No winning by forcing the other off the stage (especially when the onlookers would likely riot if the match were decided in such an unresolved manner). No submission allowed... win or lose, but no taking the easy way out. They agreed this would be as genuine as they could make it while not destroying the arena or endangering bystanders. And no playing it reserved when it came to the after-party. Whoever won was expected to give the audience a show, even if it was embarrassing for the other.
          And besides... both of them were simply curious. Neither expected to actually hurt the other, or would want to if they could, but they had agreed that if neither had won in fifteen minutes, then they would figure some way to simply ease their way from fighting to sex as naturally as they could manage. That was actually nine-tenths of what the crowd wanted to see: Nova fucking. Quinn was simply their favorite male, but that was largely for him to play the role of stunt cock for fantasy fulfillment. After Nova had beaten Snake Lady, much of the crowd had slowly come to realize they had missed the chance to see Nova getting thoroughly sexed, and now Harukinu gave them that opportunity again. He'd never failed to have intense sex with any of his opponents, so that was what they hoped for here.
          Quinn decided to needle Oboro by usurping her position and, with a bow of respect, asking Nova, “Are you ready, my dear?”
          “Whenever you are,” she replied with a deep nod.
          “Go right ahead,” he responded, clearly offering her the first shot.
          She gave a smile and declined.
          “I don't wish to seem disrespectful,” she countered, knowing fully well that Quinn would no more attack her first than he would cheat to win... it simply wouldn't happen, but she had to make it look like she didn't know that.
          “Oh, no,” he said. “I insi...”
          Before he even completed the phrase, Quinn was flying back to hit the partition with a loud crack! The speed with which Nova had closed the distance between them had been audible, and the sound of her fist striking the middle of his chest was like the meeting of two chunks of stone (without the sound of shattering that would likely accompany such an impact), but the force with which Quinn hit the half-wall was such that the timber at the top of the partition was splintered in the center, rending wood sounding clearly throughout the arena.
          There was shocked silence as the onlookers saw the undefeated Harlequin slam into the heavy-timbered partition with enough force to kill most any of them, but in spite of the ridiculous impact that was heavy enough to be felt through the soles of their feet, the mysterious leader of the team bearing his name kipped up to his feet as if he'd simply slipped, and the throng cheered.
          “Nice shot,” he told her as he flexed his neck and rolled each shoulder.
          Nova smiled and replied, “I tho...”
          Then she was the one flying backwards, fetching up against the white cube as she stopped her momentum with a hand.
          “You're it!” he called.
          Quinn completed the revolution around the metal pole he'd used as a pivot, lowering his feet to the canvas as his rotation slowed enough for him to do so. It was clear that Nova wasn't the only one who could move fast, and he'd used the pole as a pivot so he could use his speed and full body weight to swing around the pole and catch Nova with both extended feet, knocking her back that way. 
          Up in the team box, Freedom said smugly, “Flash step.” She looked to Yum-Yum who happened to be closest to her and confided, “I taught him that.”
          Getting both feet squarely under her, Nova nodded.
          “Touché,” she acknowledged.
          Then she blurred into motion and everyone expected to hear another huge impact, but at the moment she vanished Harukinu did the same, Nova appearing where Quinn had just been while he reappeared fifteen meters across the stage... and then the same again only with new locations.
          “You've been practicing,” she commented as they came to a stop.
          “You motivate me to move faster,” he responded.
          The next time it happened, it wasn't clear what happened but it appeared that instead of going off at an angle as he'd been doing, Quinn had actually flash stepped directly at Nova, catching her in half the split second she'd expected and coming in low to grab her and use his own weight to redirect her own so instead of going right over him, Nova came off her feet and almost did a high speed face plant as Quinn let her go except she actually hit the metal pole about four feet off the ground.
          Since the pole was made of metal and not wood, it didn't splinter but bent to almost forty-five degrees, her landing far from controlled, and when she came to a stop, she found she was also missing most of her green-and-blacks.
          The crowd cheered and whistled as their favorite fantasy blonde showed off her impressive rack.
          “That's two,” she told him as she ripped away hanging fabric from her outfit and set her feet again. It was clear she hadn't been any more hurt than Quinn had been by the heavy impact with a stage piece, the only real loser in the mishap her costume.
          It seemed that this had satisfied the formalities and both Harukinus decided to get down to business.
          They both flashed forward and Quinn thought, If I can just get her by the skin long enough...
          His hand closed on her bare upper arm, and he tried to slip down her nerves so he could trigger a big orgasm in her, but he felt the impact as Nova seized his other wrist. The heavy contact was enough to trigger his web to trigger setting three, the same that had saved him when he hit the partition before. The field protected him, but it also cut off his neural induction with brutal efficiency.
          The next thing he knew, he was being swung around by one arm to smash into the already damaged partition, the break in the center widening half-a-foot.
          But instead of letting go, Nova kept hold of Quinn and grabbed one of his ankles as well, then leaned back to swing him entirely around smash into the partition a third time, largely flattening the left half of the partial wall.
          Nova moved quickly, not knowing if he was stunned or not, trading her grip on his wrist for his other ankle, giving her a better way to swing him around while staying away from his hands so he could grab her and use his Talent.
          The crowd was stunned to see the mostly-naked Nova treat her boss like a rag doll, literally bashing the set piece to splinters with Quinn as the bat she was swinging.
          But most people weren't in extended contact with him with his web on to shield him from impact, and so Nova didn't count on how his skin changed and became like metal, making him harder to hand onto, and so she felt him slide a bit on the third smash.
          As Nova drew back to smack him into the still-standing half of the partition, she felt a weird sensation like gravity was tipping suddenly, throwing off her balance as she fell to one knee in an instinctive effort not to slide off the stage, and she lost her grip on Quinn's ankles in the process as she staggered.
          Her first instinct was to think Quinn had somehow managed some kind of magical effect in spite of agreeing to avoid all such advantages. It was disappointing to think that he'd actually cheat just to avoid losing.
          The moment she lost her grip on him, her world shifted again and now the world was rolling back with gravity being where it had been before, but with “up” changing like this, her instincts played her false. She almost forgot and tried to fly to avoid falling, but she recalled just in time as she fought to get herself back under control.
          Even as all this was happening, she realized that she was reacting oddly only when she was touching Quinn, but she knew how his web worked and even if it didn't insulate her from his Talent, his tights certainly should have...
          Her eyes fell on his ankles as he got to his feet faster than Nova had anticipated, and she saw the way his tights were ripped at both ankles, exposing his skin.
          Son of a bitch.
          Then she felt his hand on her clavicle as he proclaimed, “Vulcan nerve pinch!”
          And her world exploded in an un-fucking-believable climax just before going dark.

          When she came back to her senses, Nova realized something had changed. She was lying on a smooth, flat surface, and someone was doing something to her nipples that she only let a couple of people ever do.
          Her eyes fluttered open a bit and she realized she was still in the arena but was looking at the world upside-down, her head hanging back off what must be the only undamaged set piece on the stage, namely the white box item. She was looking at green-and-black tights on masculine legs that could only be Quinn, so that much was good since he was one of the few people she'd let get away with the familiarity being committed to her chest.
          “Awake again?” he asked as he shifted his grip and threatened to lift her from the block by her magnificent mammaries.
          Damn, but he knows what gets me going, she thought. She didn't stop to consider if most other men tried it, she'd likely toss them out of bed... and through the wall. In this case, it was definitely a case enjoyment because of the partner, not simply the act.
          She gave a whine that was the first audible sound she'd made since being knocked unconscious.
          Damned nerve talent.
          But she had to admit he made losing fun, and she couldn't say that about many... not that many had ever beaten her.
          “Come on, Nova. Open up,” he told her, and his hands indented her breasts even more.
          Don't have to tell me twice.
          She tried to make it look like she was gasping from the “mistreatment”, but as soon as her lips were parted enough, she felt Quinn's nice cock against her tongue as he thrust himself forward into her waiting mouth.
          The crowd went nuts.
          “Mm-HMMM!” she exclaimed, and then recalled she wasn't supposed to be enjoying this and started putting some effort into her acting, and she started making gagging sounds.
          Quinn had to push down his wanting to laugh. Nova had never gagged as long as he'd known her. In private, she'd be encouraging him to go more extreme since that's what it took to get her excited. Her nerve receptors simply didn't react like humans, and it took a lot more to get her over the top... another reason she loved taking Quinn to bed.
          She had both hands on his hips, but she didn't try to prevent him fucking her mouth this way. She just gave his hips an occasional squeeze of encouragement and concentrated on her acting skills. He kept abusing her chest as he made use of her mouth, finally running himself down her throat and holding himself there... ten seconds... twenty... thirty...
          The stacked blonde tried to be convincing as she struggled, but she couldn't use a significant fraction of her strength she'd demonstrated earlier. It would spoil the illusion if she simply lifted Quinn off the ground and held him at arm's length so she could catch her breath.
          The cheering from the audience was incredibly loud, no chance that they could hear anything over their own noise.
          Quinn repeated his plugging Nova's throat twice more, and he could tell she was getting close to an orgasm, but he could sense she was having to concentrate on her acting too much to be able to let go and come as she would in private.
          So he cheated.
          He waited until he held her breathless for almost twenty seconds the third time before he gave her the jolt to her pleasure center and made her climax strongly enough to be obvious to the audience. 
          Degrading shouts were completely overwhelmed by the background roar as the crowd saw their fantasy woman face-fucked unmercifully.
          “Show off,” muttered Ninja, but when Miranda turned to look at the exotic psychic, she was clearly fighting down a smile which was saying quite a bit for the usually serious woman.
          Quinn stretched out Nova's orgasm for over thirty seconds before letting her catch a breath, and she gave a loud whinny as soon as she had enough air.
          Damn, but this is a sexy woman.
          Then he decided “what the hell?” and let her have what she clearly wanted, namely a mouthful of Quinn cum, being sure to short circuit his body's natural post-coital recuperation cycle.
          The sensation of his semen across her tongue gave Nova the boost she was hoping for and her orgasm made her raise her hips off the block as she shook.
          As she came, she again started pulling Quinn deep down her throat to reinforce both her pleasure and the illusion they hoped to create. Still, she lost part of his cum around the seal of her lips. (She attempted to make it look accidental, but the idea of thousands of horny males cheering as they saw her having a man come in her mouth thrilled the exhibitionist in her.)
          Several of the crowd actually forgot themselves and started over the wall in front of their seats to head for the stage, thinking they had to take advantage of Nova's helpless state, but others among the crowd who were in better control of themselves stopped any of them from reaching the arena floor.
          His climax finished and Nova clearly done as well, Quinn pulled his still-hard cock back and let his partner do a bit more acting. Sure enough, she kept her eyes open but looked convincingly vacant as she hung head and arms off the edge of the block as she lay there and twitched in aftershock, the last of Quinn's semen running out of her gaping lips and across her cheeks.
          Taking advantage of her unresistant state, he reached down and roughly hauled her around end-for-end so now her feet were facing him, knees raised and dropping wide in a most undignified manner. Kneeling on the block himself, he put an arm under each knee and raised her ass up off the block so she was in position and he pushed forward roughly. She was utterly soaked and she made certain not to resist or in spite of that he'd never penetrate her with the strength of her vaginal muscles. 
          As it was, Quinn had to cover his pleased reaction with a forced sneer as he started to shake the lovely blonde with each thrust of his hips.
          Nova realized that unlike most times, this was getting her much more excited than normal missionary sex usually did. She silently wished she could tell Quinn to keep doing what he was as he'd gotten her into a position where the head of his cock was running right across her g-spot.
          But Quinn was monitoring her reaction by reading her pleasure center and he knew exactly what was going on. He'd begun thinking to make it part of the show for the audience, knowing Nova didn't react as well to vaginal sex as human women, but it seemed the spice of doing it in front of thousands of cheering males (she couldn't consider most of them to be “men”) was making up the difference and letting her enjoy herself much more than usual.
          But it seemed there was only so much acting involved as the knockout blonde couldn't help but bring her hands up and start mauling her own chest to increase her pleasure. Demons or not, she wanted this orgasm more than the first one she'd enjoyed so thoroughly. Now that the pump was primed, it looked like anything Quinn could do was getting her off.
          The moment she started groping herself, the noise from the crowd swelled uncomfortably, individual voices drowned out by the sheer numbers present trying to be heard, so the demeaning comments aimed at Nova were lost in the roar.
          Now she was fully involved and Quinn could feel the spectacular Kryptonian woman beginning to flex her vaginal muscles, making herself just as tight as her anus but all the length of her canal, creating a very unusual feeling for Quinn. It was notable, but he wasn't sure if it was better than anal with Nova or not. Her ass was pretty hard to beat. Still, it was an incredible sensation and he knew that if she squeezed any harder, she'd force him out whether she intended it or not.
          But he also felt the tension building inside her and he could tell Nova was going to do something unprecedented for her... she was about to squirt from vaginal sex.
          Now, all he had to do was time it right...
          But he needn't have worried. Nova's natural reaction to clamp down somewhat during orgasm combined with her intentionally squeezing herself tighter to make it better for the both of them caused exactly what Quinn thought to do. She gave an unintended squeeze and he popped out like a watermelon seed squeezed between fingers.
          As soon as he was clear, he moved aside and reached down so he could run his fingers across her clit, careful not to cover her Skene's ducts.
          She gave a gratifying cry and arched higher as she ejaculated, her spray making it entirely off the stage over ten meters away.
          The noise was greater than anything the Chaos Arena had ever heard before.
          But Quinn wasn't done, and he knew Nova would never let him off without him helping her to one more climax like the last one.
          He was happy to oblige.
          This time he flipped her over onto all fours on top of the block, and Nova just “happened” to take an incredibly submissive position, face and chest pressed to the surface of the white cube beneath her, ass raised as high as she could manage, knees just wide enough to keep her balance. This exposed her visually pristine anus to the cameras. (It looked as if might never have been used for any purpose, her skin and muscle tone showing no sign of the hours of intense anal she'd engaged in to Quinn's personal experience.)
          The sound in the arena dropped abruptly as the expectation grew tangible. Was this really about to happen? Was Harukinu going to fuck the magnificent Nova's (assumed) virgin ass right there on stage?
          He was.
          Nova simply couldn't keep quiet as she felt the head of Quinn's amazing cock push its way into her sphincter, moaning sensually then realizing she sounded entirely too cooperative, she opened her mouth and turned it into a cry of pain.
          And as to be expected, shit was figuratively lost all over the arena.
          Both Doc and Bushido came through the entrance to the box at the suddenly unexplained riot of shouting all around the arena, expecting their teammates to be fighting for their lives. Instead, one look at the stage and both men grew uncomfortably aware of what had caused the deafening roar. Hoping no one noticed the color rising to their faces, their “bodyguards” slipped back into the hall where they tried to pretend they had not just seen what they had. Some things were simply not intended for public display. Their embarrassment was one of them.
          Quinn was busily plundering Nova's divine ass and the blonde super was crying out convincingly, sounding very much as if she were in pain but unable to help herself as she enjoyed it. As that was true but simply not to the degree they all assumed, there was less acting involved than usual.
          Then a familiar chant when Quinn was onstage started to be heard. The pulse of sound was hard to make out other than as a regular swell against the deafening chaos of the crowd.  It was only after more of the crowd realized what was being shouted and joined in that it became understandable.
          “Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!”
          Quinn's grin grew more natural as he heard the chant. You couldn't say they weren't predictable.
          Fortunately, that meant they were ready for the big finish... or finishes.
          Now it was just a matter of convincing Nova.
          Looking down at the ecstatic state of his partner, he knew that she was likely going to take little convincing to enjoy herself. It was more a matter of satisfying her before the crowd lost interest. 
          You can always cheat, he reminded himself.
          His hips didn't need to be told what to do, so he was free to use his Talent to find out how she was doing.
          True to expectations, she was hovering just short of orgasm, trying to push it down so she'd enjoy it all the more when it arrived.
          We can't have that, he thought, not wanting her to enjoy herself less but rather to enjoy herself as strongly without the wait.
          Reaching out with his mind, he twanged the cluster of nerves that carried sexual pleasure to her brain.
          Nova gasped and involuntarily raised her ass higher, almost but not quite squeezing Quinn out in the process as she came, juices jetting between Quinn's legs and across the stage as the audience cheered, then resumed their chant.
          She was incredibly tempting in her state of carnal bliss, but he didn't let himself join her yet.
          That was about an 8 for Nova. He knew she had something bigger inside her.
          He kept slamming his hips forward as her fucked her ass, not letting her orgasm taper off too much, keeping her in a state of climax until he could drive her to the next level.
          In just thirty seconds, he had her crying out and teetering on another peak, so he put his hand between her shoulder blades and leaned in, giving her the illusion of submission that she loved.
          “Ohhhhhhhh.... FUCK!” she shouted, then bucked and ejaculated again as the audience roared its approval.
          About a 9 that time. It'll be fun to see if she's got another level to go.
          Not particularly caring if the audience could hear or not, he encouraged her by telling her in English, “Come on, Nova... give me one more really good climax. You've got it in you, don't you? Listen to your fans and how badly they want to see you squirt. Come on, you gorgeous trollop... one more big one.”
          He heard the sound of splintering as her hands clenched on the edge of the block they were using, crushing the edge in her unbelievably strong fingers as she lost control.
          Yep. It's gonna be a good one.
          He kept slamming away, knowing that this was going to be his finish, too. Now, if he could time it right...
          It took him most of a minute as the crowd's chant grew more insistent, almost demanding in intensity.
          Between what he was saying and what he was doing, all reinforced by the crowd clearly being ready to riot, it proved too much for Nova to hold out any longer.
          Quinn felt her buck as she came, and he sent a jolt down her nerves to bury the needle on her pleasure meter as he relaxed his own climax suppression and enjoyed the feeling of pumping his incredible orgasm into her clutching ass.
          She gave a wordless cry, her spasm literally moving both of them, and she squirted off the stage as her system overloaded and then shut down, for the first time in her life going unconscious from coming so hard.
          Even unconscious, Nova's ass still gripped him tight, her relaxed muscles being as snug as most women who were fully present and accounted for. He kept a firm grip on her lovely hips as he stayed deeply entrenched in her delightful derriere, not letting her sag out of position. He knew it was a dirty trick to make her pass out and then stick around to let himself enjoy it fully, but he considered it part of his spoils as victor.
          Once he'd finished pumping the very last drop of his cum into her well-used ass, he pulled out, tucked himself into his tights and reached down to drape his senseless teammate over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. As he got her in position, he walked casually down the steps from the stage and across to the team box so he could return his sexy burden to her place in their ranks, the roar of the audience telling everyone that this was the entertainment they wanted but seldom got.
          Nova was stirring by the time he had her settled in place between Spice and Dru, two women from her own native universe, and he turned their comrade over to the women to see to as the evening was not over yet. 
          Not by a long shot.

