The sky around Tik Tik darkens. The normally all-too-bright sunlight disappears and allows the wizard kobold to lower her hood, should she choose to do so.
But she does not.
Three voices, separate, but the same, echo out around her. They are a screaming child, a seductive woman, and a dark demonic presence.
They are voices that Tik Tik is all-too-familiar with.
“Why so serious, hm? Isn’t this Tournament everything you’ve ever wanted?”
Materializing before the kobold is a powerful woman, dressed only in rocky chitinous protrusion that leaves little to the imagination and covers her lower arms and legs.
“This is nothing Tik Tik want,” the kobold responds. “Never want fun cause trouble.”
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong,” the demon Zelbia says. “Sex is nothing but trouble, and you just haven’t accepted it yet.” Her spade-tipped tail swishes. “Allow me to show you!
A wave of immense desire hits Tik Tik, and a moment later, she’s completely exposed. Where did her clothes go? Were they destroyed, or was Tik Tik simply imagining that she had them to begin with? It doesn’t matter, as a rocky, rough clawed finger traces along her heart-shaped underbelly. Red eyes gleam as they stare into Tik Tik’s blues, and the demon’s saw-tooth-grin widens before pressing a quick peck upon her nose.
Tik Tik shudders, trying to remember herself. She mutters the incantation of a spell, her fingers working the movements.
Zelbia snatches Tik Tik’s wrists, holding them tight together, pinning the kobold against a flat vertical surface. The kobold can’t tell exactly where they are. Her mind? An arena? Nothing is clear save for that red-eyed glare of lust before her.
Teeth and lips nip and kiss down along Tik Tik’s neck and collar, claiming the kobold. Her feet clench and unclench while her tail dangles down under her, useless, or perhaps not.
Tik Tik curls her tail upwards, about to tease the demon, but Zelbia’s whips around, wrapping Tik Tik up and pinning the tail. “Oh, no, you don’t,” the demon chuckles. “You think you can catch me off-guard? You may have forgotten this little tidbit, but I helped write that little book of yours. I know all of your tricks!”
Fingers brush down over the soft scales of Tik Tik’s underbelly, teasing down between her legs at her lips. “You’ve never been able to ward me off,” Zelbia purrs. “Not when I was just an imp using your soul as free real estate. You always needed your friends, the Paladin, the Magical Girl, the Occultist, to keep me under wraps or to kick me out.”
The fingers push up inside Tik Tik, spreading her. The kobold shudders and huffs at the insertion, the invasion. A growl rises up from her throat as she keeps her eyes on Zelbia.
The demon’s visage becomes less focused, and Tik Tik shakes her head, fighting to keep their eyes locked.
“Ah, so, you want to make sure I’m not up to anything bad, do ya? Well, don’t worry. I’m just gonna make you lose, and then I’m gonna move on to my next victim.”
With that, Zelbia’s fingers pick up the pace, pushing faster and deeper into Tik Tik. The kobold’s wettening core squishing and squelching with the sounds of moistened desire. She tries to bring her knees together, but that hand isn’t leaving, even as little rivulets of her fluids cascade down the rocky demonic hand.
Tik Tik’s eyes roll back, her eyes going past the crimson hair and horns of her opponent and long-time albatross. She arches her back, losing her focus. She had worked so hard to escape her depression. Is this truly the only thing that is left to her? Is meaningless sex all that there is to her life’s journey? One encounter after another utterly devoid of any meaning? It doesn’t matter that this is her enemy who caused so much grief in the past, Tik Tik loves the feelings Zelbia gives her, and she cannot avoid that fact.
Her muscles contract. She screams out in delight, the sound of which echoes throughout her mind, letting her hear herself fall entirely to Zelbia’s ministrations, her body just gushing with pleasure.
Zelbia whips her hands away from the kobold and brings her fingers up to Tik Tik’s mouth. Practically shaking in embarrassment, Tik Tik accepts the proffered fingers, tears welling up in her eyes.
“That’s it… you know exactly what you are. That’s a good girl….”
Tik Tik falls to the ground, fully dressed with her hood covering her eyes. She wraps her arms around herself and lays down, curling up. Her pants are drenched in discharge, and the words that Zelbia began to speak linger on her maw.
“I know… exactly what I am,” she speaks to herself in her native dragon’s tongue. “What I was… what I am… what I will be forever.”
A faint reminder of a laugh in three voices fills her mind. Zelbia never left, and there’s one very prominent reason for it. The truth that Tik Tik didn’t really grasp for such a long time, but now wholly and totally understands.
“I am…” she says again, pushing herself up, standing, throwing her hood off, her hands spread wide, and calling out to everyone in the crowded lobby.
“I am Tik Tik,” she shouts. “And TIk TIk is a slut!”
“Tik Tik,” the dulcet tone of one of Zelbia’s voices responds. “Is also a loser. Thanks for the free win!”
Tik Tik stumbles back and falls onto the lobby couch, her horns poking at the cushions.
“Tik Tik not a loser,” she says. “Tik Tik just doesn’t want win Tournament.”
Off in some celestial corner, many faces watch the kobold resigning herself to a position of defeat. Each of those faces watches with a frown.