An hour later, you gave Scathach what she needed. You dicked her down and finally brought her the pleasure she had been seeking through all her immortal life.
"An impressive victory."
The voice was light, melodic, and utterly new. It cut through the heavy silence left in the wake of your and Scathach's contest.
You turned, wiping a forearm across your sweat-slicked brow. The great Scathach lay sprawled in the sun-bleached sand beside you, her glorious, perfect form sheened with a matching glow, her long purple hair fanned out like a royal cloak. The once-proud Warrior Queen of the Land of Shadows was now just a beautiful, thoroughly exhausted woman, her chest still rising and falling with ragged, deep breaths.
A faint, uncharacteristically soft smile played on Scathach's lips. Defeated. Humbled. Satisfied.
The source of the voice was a few yards away, standing where the turquoise waves gently kissed the shore. And she was applauding, her hands clapping together in a soft, rhythmic beat.
It was Menat. You'd seen her around this strange, confluent beach where legends from countless fictions somehow coexisted. She was from Street Fighters and an Egyptian with psychic powers. She was a young woman with short dark purple hair styled into a bob with blunt bangs covering her entire forehead.
The dark-skinned Egyptian was utterly nude unlike what one might see from the games. Her short, dark purple bob was perfectly still, framing a face with strikingly intelligent emerald green eyes that held a mixture of amusement and keen observation. Her hourglass figure was made better with her height of five-foot-four.
"No, really. Congrats, you defeated Scathach of all people," Menat said. She took a few light, dancing steps closer, her feet barely leaving impressions in the wet sand. Her first impression of you, however, was that of your erection. "You've been, uhh, going around for a really long time." A slight, flustered blush touched her cheeks. "Why not take a nap every now and then?"
The adrenaline was still coursing through you, a heady cocktail of triumph and residual lust. "Rest? Now? The day's barely started."
It was true. Scathach had been a demanding, incredible opponent, a test of endurance as much as skill. But come on, you had gone through more and better and with her runes, your balls were practically back to normal.
Menat's perceptive eyes seemed to note the runes placed on you. She tilted her head, and the crystal orb that usually floated near her materialized from a glimmer of light, circling her head.
"I see," Menat murmured, more to herself than to you. "You will have difficult times ahead... But it's okay!" Her tone brightened, though it wavered with a nervous energy. "Definitely... Probably... Maybe..." She winced playfully. "I hope?"
The crystal orb disappeared and she seemed to come to a decision. "A hero who has fought so valiantly shouldn't be left in such a state. Please, allow me."
Without another word of explanation, she began to move.
It started with her hips. A slow, rolling undulation that was hypnotic in its rhythm. Her hands rose, her fingers shaping the air around her as if tracing invisible symbols. This was either a lewd display or an art form, ancient and sacred. Her movements were controlled, precise, and utterly captivating. Each sway of her slender waist, each delicate point of her bare foot into the sand, was part of a greater, mystical whole.
You could only watch, transfixed. This was different from the fierce, raw energy of your encounter with Scathach or anyone else. This was pure, concentrated sensuality, a visual melody that spoke directly to something primal within you. The dance was a ritual, and you were its sole focus.
A warmth began to bloom in your balls, a heat that had nothing to do with the tropical sun. It spread through your limbs, a rejuvenating energy that banished the fatigue, replacing it with a rising, tingling awareness. Your body, moments ago mildly drained, was now humming with a new, overwhelming vitality. The ache was gone, replaced by a thrumming tension, a gathering storm of sensation centered lower and lower…
'Why is she even naked?' You then wondered. 'Nobody else is. I mean, sure, there's some slutty bikinis but...'
No one just pranced about naked, except Menat.
Was there something special about her?
There must have been.
Menat's emerald eyes were locked on yours, her expression one of intense concentration. She swayed, her body a mesmerizing wave of dark skin and muscle, her dance a gift, a healing. But it was healing you too well, stoking a fire she perhaps hadn't intended to ignite so fiercely.
The pleasure built not in a slow climb, but in a sudden, seismic surge. Your balls seemed to pulse. You grunted and said, "W-wait…!" It was too much, too fast, too intense, a direct and overwhelming overstimulation of every nerve ending. Your vision slightly blurred at the edges, focusing only on her, on the hypnotic rhythm of her hips.
Which was how you ended up cumming from a dance alone.
A shocked, ragged gasp tore from your throat as your dick convulsed with a powerful, utterly unexpected spray of cum. It was a climax ripped from you, not through touch, but through sheer, unbearable sensory overload. A hot rush painted the sand between you.
The dance stopped instantly.
Menat's eyes went wide, her hands flying to her mouth. A deep, profound blush exploded across her face, spreading down her neck and across her chest. She looked equal parts horrified and fascinated.
"O-op!" Menat squeaked, her usually polished composure utterly shattered. "S-sorry, I haven't, uh, completely mastered that I guess…"
She giggled, a high, nervous, and utterly charming sound that seemed to break the spell of her own embarrassment. And then, she gave a wave and disappeared. Like literally, she disappeared into a purple light. The last thing you heard from her was an embarrassed apology and, "I-I saw Maron coming your way! She's next!"
You didn't know how to react. With fictional women and their hotness came their history. With their history came their abilities. You sighed and shook your head with a small smile. If it was just ordinary sex and orgasms, then what was the point, right?
Anyway…
"Maron…?"
By coincidence, you caught yellow from the corner of your eye.
"Ah," you realized. "Maron."
Slender yet curvy, long legs kicking up bits of sand as she strolled along the shoreline. Her straight, aqua-blue hair swung against her shoulders. Her grey eyes were wide and content, scanning the beach with curiosity.
And then there was her swimsuit.
It was a bright yellow one-piece that left little to the imagination, hugging every line of her figure like it had been designed specifically to test your composure. Low-cut in front, high at the hips, it somehow managed to make her look both playful and jaw-droppingly distracting at the same time.
Maron spotted you — not with recognition, but with the warm openness of someone who'd happily talk to a stranger just because you were there.
"Hi!" Maron chirped, waving before jogging closer.
Jogging was… a problem. For her, anyway. The swimsuit was doing exactly what swimsuits do when someone with her figure ran and there was no stopping your eyes from following.
Maron skidded to a halt in front of you, leaning forward slightly. "This place is so nice! I just got here! Are you here to swim too?"
You opened your mouth, but she was already running again, this time toward the water. Her feet kicked up spray as she splashed in without hesitation, the yellow fabric contrasting sharply with the deep blue waves. You were still half-frozen and completely infatuated by her ass.
She stopped when the water hit her waist, turning back toward you with a big grin. Lifting one hand, she waved, droplets catching the sunlight.
"Come on!" Maron called, her voice bright and sing-song. "It's sooo nice!"
Your dick twitched. She didn't seem to care that you weren't wearing swimtrunks. Like at all. Like not even a glance.
Maron tilted her head, pouting slightly. "Are you shy? You can't just stand there the whole time! That's boring!"
Maron bounced slightly in the water as she waited, completely unaware that the combination of her swimsuit, her curves, and her sunshine energy was making you just a little nervous.
When you finally waded in, Maron beamed like you'd just agreed to some unspoken pact. "See? Isn't this way better?"
You smiled, though your heart was still racing. She might not have been trying to flirt, but the effect was the same. You had never met someone so…unintentional in their flirting and hotness.
"Come on, come on!" The way Maron kept grinning at you between splashes, you weren't in any hurry to stop her.
The water was warm around your waist. She had that carefree smile that made it impossible to tell if she was thinking about anything at all or if she was just enjoying the moment. Still looking at you, smiling, she drifted away. Away, away, away…
Then Maron ran toward you in a burst of splashes.
"Catch me!"
You barely had time to react before she jumped, arms looping loosely around your neck. Instinct took over. Your hands caught her mid-jump, one at the small of her back and one firmly under her ass.
The curve of her hips and the unmistakable roundness of her rear filled your palms. Her legs hooked around your waist for balance, bringing her even closer.
You froze for half a second. Her bright grey eyes were inches from yours, sunlight shimmering on the droplets across her cheeks. And with her pressed up against you, the soft weight of her chest was flush against your own.
"Haha!" Maron laughed. "You did catch me!"
Maron tilted her head, her smile softening just a fraction. "You've got nice hands," she said absentmindedly, like you weren't using said hands to hold her ass.
You couldn't help it. You leaned in.
She blinked and with a smile she accepted the lean into a kiss.
The kiss started soft — almost curious on her part — but the press of her mouth against yours deepened quickly. The sound of the waves faded, the only sensation left being the warmth of her lips, the slick slide of water between you, and the way her legs tightened slightly around your waist.
Maron's lips were sweet, tasting of salt and sunshine, and they parted for you with a soft, surprised gasp that was lost to the gentle crash of the waves. That gasp was all the invitation you needed. Your hands, still holding the perfect curve of her ass, squeezed, pulling her tighter against the hard length of your cock. The thin, wet fabric of her one-piece was a frustrating barrier, and you ground yourself against her, a slow, deliberate roll of your hips that made her eyes flutter shut.
A moan that was nothing like her earlier giggles escaped her. It was raw, surprised by its own intensity. "Oh… wow," Maron breathed against your mouth, her fingers tangling in your hair. "What's… what's happening? Are we gonna…"
She giggled and she turned the kiss into something demanding and possessive. You slipped one hand from her rear, your fingers skimming up the soaked yellow fabric of her suit until you found the firm swell of her breast. You palmed her through the material, your thumb finding her nipple.
Maron jerked in your arms, a sharp, full-body shudder that made the water ripple around you. "Ah!" The sound was punched out of her, high and needy. Her hips, seemingly of their own accord, pushed against yours, seeking more of that delicious friction. "That feels… so good. I didn't know it could feel like this…"
Her naive wonder was a potent fuel. You broke the kiss and you waited. Maron flashed a smile.
"You naughty boy~! Fine then! Let's keep going!"
With a practiced twist of your fingers, you found the clasp at the back of her neck. A single click and the tension in the suit vanished. You peeled the top down, the bright yellow fabric falling away to reveal her breasts, pale and perfect in the afternoon light, her nipples hard and begging for your mouth. You didn't make her wait.
You dipped your head, taking one taut nipple into your mouth, lapping at the saltwater on her skin before sucking deeply.
"Yes! Oh, gosh, your mouth is so… so hot." Her words were already starting to slur, Maron's mind emptying of everything but the sensations you were creating. Her hands gripped your shoulders and you switched to her other breast, worshiping it with the same hungry attention.
You needed more. You needed all of her. Your free hand slid down her stomach, over the slick fabric still clinging to her hips, and dove between her legs. You could feel the heat of her pussy even through the material, a damp, promising warmth. You pressed the heel of your hand against her core, and she bucked against it wildly.
"Please," she whimpered, her head lolling back. "Please, there… right there…"
You hooked your fingers into the leg opening of her swimsuit and pulled. The wet fabric offered little resistance, sliding down her thighs until it was nothing more than a tangle around one of her ankles. She was bare before you, exposed to the water and the sun and your hungry gaze.
You let her legs drop from your waist, her feet finding the sandy bottom as you turned her, pressing her back against your chest. One arm banded across her collarbone, holding her securely, while your other hand finally, finally delved into the hot, wet pussy.
"Mmmph! Y-yes!" Maron was soaked, and it wasn't from the ocean. Your fingers slid through her slick folds with an obscene ease, finding her clit and strumming it. Maron's whole body went rigid. A broken, screaming moan tore from her throat, loud enough to startle the gulls from the shore.
"There! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Maron begged, her head falling back onto your shoulder, her eyes seeing nothing but the blue, blue sky. You worked her with a relentless rhythm, feeling her pussy begin to clench and tremble around your probing fingers. She was already close, her airhead mind completely overwhelmed by the sheer physical onslaught.
But you weren't letting her come like this. Not yet.
You withdrew your hand, ignoring her desperate, frustrated whine. In one fluid motion, jerked off your hard and aching dick. You pointed it to her entrance, the head nudging against her slick heat.
"Tell me you want it, Maron," you asked just before entry.
"I want it! Please, I want it so much!" Maron exclaimed, trying to take you inside. "I need to feel you!"
That was all you needed. You gripped her hips and drove into her in one deep, forceful thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in her incredible tightness.
The scream Maron let out was primal, ragged. Her inner walls convulsed around you instantly, a tight, hot vise of pure pleasure. "Oh GOSH!!! It's SO—ngggh!! You're filling me up completely!"
Maron was just a normal airhead. Compared to the chicks you fucked before, she was nothing. First thrust in and Maron sobbed, her body going limp against you as the first powerful orgasm ripped through her. You held her steady, letting her ride it out, feeling her pulse and spasm around your cock, milking you.
You didn't give her a moment to recover. The second her shudders began to subside, you started to move. You pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back into her, setting a brutal, punishing pace right there in the waist-deep water. Each thrust sent waves splashing around you, each impact jarring a new cry from her lips.
"Oh gosh! Oh gosh! My pussy! I-it feels so weird! S-so good! SO GOOOD!!! MMPPPHH!!!"
The water splashed as you kept fucking her. Standing in the water, fucking and fucking, giving her what she needed.
"I-I never knew! I never kneewww~!!"
Now she did.
"Yes! Yes! Harder!" Maron babbled, completely lost, her voice cracking. "It feels… it's the best… the best ever…" Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as you pistoned into her, your grip on her hip sure to leave bruises. You reached around with your other hand, finding her clit again and rubbing hard, fast circles.
A second climax seized her, this one even more violent than the first. Her knees buckled and she would have sunk into the water if you weren't holding her up. Her scream was a silent, open-mouthed cry of ecstasy as she came, her vision surely whiting out. You fucked her through it, your own release coiling tight in your balls.
"G-gonna cum…!"
"D-do whatever you want! Whatever! J-just keep making me—keep MAKING MEEE FEEL THIS WAY~!!!"
You came and so did she. Spurt, spurt, spuuurt! A healthy batch of sperm for a woman that understood sex, thought about it, and never thought she wanted to do it until now. Until you. That was the way of the airhead with big tits.
You felt her body go truly limp, her weight fully supported by your arms. She was spent, barely conscious. Meanwhile, gave three final, deep thrusts, cumming and cumming. You groaned and claimed her.
As the last tremors left your body, you held her there, impaled on you, floating in the aftermath. Maron was completely out, her breathing shallow and quick, a blissed-out, unconscious smile on her perfect lips.
You carried her back to shore. Once the sand was back on your feet, you put her down. You tried to wake her up but the blue-haired babe was out cold. Fucked into absolute, mindless submission. That was Maron's state after you got a hold of her delicious ass and cunt.
Well...who could blame you?