Eros' Fall: Brothels

Author's note:

Sorry for the long absence, school and projects made it so that I didn't have time or energy to write.

I am not promising a return to my usual schedule (due to work and other projects), but I will attempt to post at least something, occasionally.

In the meantime, enjoy.

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Fifty years ago, strange gods changed the world. All humans became stronger, and more importantly far more durable.

Injuries almost disappeared overnight, and with them, violence. Instead, through the will of the gods, the only way to subdue opponents became through sex.

Everyone was at least a little blessed, boasting this strange resilience, but some were blessed more than others, finding themselves easily fucking less blessed individuals into submission.

The gods, entertaining themselves with the suddenly very common competitive sex, noted that this change would lead to some unfortunate scenarios - rape, actions going against limits, sexfighting someone with incompatible orientations, and so on.

To prevent this, they altered people's minds, making them never unwilling to have sex, removing any limits they may have had in terms of sexuality, and ensuring everyone could at least somewhat appreciate everyone's bodies, both through changing their preferences and through subtly changing the bodies of those with 'less desirable' body types. This, along with making it so that both parties had to desire pregnancy in order for it to happen, and other changes, helped normalize sexfights.

There are many who curse the gods for these changes, or rather the blatant disrespect of the free will of everyone they suggest, but many do not care too much, or even think of the topic.

After fifty years, and some interventions of the gods, the world has mostly settled, with sexfighting achieving great practical and cultural significance.

It is in a city within this world, Eros' Fall, that the following tales take place.

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'If you tire of merely watching the sex and magic happen all around you, and you have some coin to burn on experiences without anyone demanding faithfulness (and let's be honest, if you are visiting Eros' Fall, you probably meet all those conditions), why not visit a brothel?

'The cheaper brothels can be worth it for the skilled lover, as many offer a "sexfight offer" - if you win, you pay half or even nothing, and if you lose, you pay double.

'But the real experiences are in the high class establishment, whether it be having your body worked over by a skilled sexfighter, or watching a sexual choreographed dance of a sexfight, or experiencing any scenario your mind can conjure with talented actresses.

'Whatever your preference, you can find someone catering to it, as long as you have the coin to spend.'

- A Tourist's Guide to Eros' Fall

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On one of the smaller streets of Eros' Fall was a brothel. Its name was simply Cats and Dogs, and it was themed around cat and dog girls.

Within it, one of those dog girls sat in a chair, sighing. Business was slow, as the area was dominated by two larger brothels battling for the title of 'the best brothel in Eros' Fall', leaving a smaller establishment like Cats and Dogs languishing.

But that is not to say it was empty. Indeed, a decidedly average man was approaching her, with a cat girl in tow.

Danielle recognized the cat girl. Her name was Mako, and the two were aquantances and coworkers.

The man leered as he approached her. "May I rent some of your time, whore?" He asked, not bothering to stop undressing her with his eyes as he spoke.

Hiding a grimace behind the smile of someone working customer service, she nodded. "Of course, honoured customer!" She managed to say in an entirely pleasant tone, then got up and followed him and Mako into a private room.

Closing the door, the man pulled out a large golden coin. "I'd like to pay for your time with this." He addressed both Danielle and Mako.

Danielle barely stopped herself from reacting to this announcement. Even split two ways, the money would be more than twice her usual fare.

Grinning knowingly, the man continued. "I will give this coin to the one of you two who manages to convince me she is better than the other."

This announcement elicited much less of a reaction from Danielle. After all, this wasn't the first time she had dealt with stipulations like this, and to prevent resentment between performers and allow them to focus on servicing the customers, the brothel heavily encouraged that performers faced with this situation split the money once the customer leaves.

"So, girls? You up to take a risk for this much money?" The man kept leering.

Danielle nodded, and so did Mako. The man sat down on the bed of the private room, and looked at them thoughtfully. "How about we start with some simple body comparisons? First, strip for me."

The two woman began to strip, well versed in both making the customer enjoy it, and in wasting their time by stripping slowly without the customer realizing it.

Once they were done, the man spoke up again. "Quite nice, quite nice. Now let's see you going bust to bust."

Shrugging - of course he asked that, it was one of the most common requests as far as 'fights' for audience went - Danielle turned to face Mako.

The two women approached each other, considering each other's bodies as they did so. Concluding that she is bigger, Mako grinned and looked Danielle straight in the eyes before whispering to Danielle so that the man wouldn't hear. "Fifty one."

Danielle narrowed her eyes. What Mako was talking about was an adjustment to the division of the money. The winner would take the number that was said out of a number magnitude higher - in this case, 51 pieces out of a 100, with the loser being left with 49.

The difference in portions was meaninglessly small, and it was clear the only point was to make it feel a little competitive. If it was just this, Danielle would have declined, but considering the timing - right before a breast competition when Mako was slightly bigger in that department - pissed Danielle off, and made her want to humble the cat girl.

And so, Danielle subtly nodded, Mako smirked, and then the two women took another step forward, making their bountiful chests touch. Mako's were bigger, as she estimated earlier, but Danielle's were surprisingly firm and unyielding, even when Mako tried to subtly let herself fall forward to put more pressure and weight on them.

Then Danielle leaned in too, using her firmer pair to subtly but surely squish and flatten Mako's, making her grin falter somewhat. "Fifty two." She whispered, grinning as Mako gasped and scowled as she registered the challenge, then abandoned all subtlety and leaned back before smashing her tits into Danielle's, the momentum and force of the impact managing to squish and flatten her firmer chest a bit.

The customer grinned as, as far as he could tell, the two busty whores fought fiercely for him (or rather for his money, but he tried to ignore that). "You can use your hands, you know!" He called out, eager to see a catfight.

Mako immediately took advantage of this, eager to continue repaying the perceived slight, and grabbed Danielle's chest, squeezing and groping it in order to arouse Danielle and the customer, as well as to make herself seem more in control.

Danielle, instead of grabbing her tits in return, decided to spice things up a little. She pushed up her breast until they sandwiched one of Mako's, and then pushed them together with all her might, squeezing it between them.

Mako moaned in surprise and pleasure, surprising Danielle (who thought that her tits would either be too soft and achieve nothing, or too firm and cause pain rather than pleasure), and for a moment let go of Danielle's chest, which the customer interpreted as her defeat in this particular challenge.

"Dog girl wins this one, leading one to zero." He declared. In response, Danielle smiled at Mako and innocently whispered "Fifty five?"

Mako glared at Danielle and nodded decisively, determined to repay her for the stunt she just pulled.

The customer watched in delight as they 'fought'. "Next part will be a titfuck competition!"

Both of the girls slowly approached him. "So, how is this going to work? Who will go first?" Danielle asked, trying to feel out the situation.

"Oh, please." The customer scoffed. "Both at once. It's a competition both of how good your titjobs feel, and how well you can keep my cock between your tits while keeping it out of the other whore's pair." As he spoke, he laid down and pulled his pants and underwear down a bit to free his erect cock.

Taking a deep breath, Danielle considered how to approach the situation only for Mako to throw herself to the ground, swiftly wrapping his cock in her soft tits and then gently pushing them together and moving them up and down as she titfucked him.

Groaning as she saw her rival seize the opportunity, Danielle got on the ground, squeezing her tits from the side, and then tried to slide them between Mako's pair.

At first she was rebuffed, but then she used her hands to make an opening and stuff a bit of her chest into it, and after that it worked, her firm tits pushing Mako's chest aside and slowly enveloping the customer's cock.

Her titjob was more forceful than Mako's. She knew that Mako had her beat in size and softness, so instead of trying to compete there, she focused her own efforts on the sensation of something soft yet tight and firm sliding up and down one's shaft.

Mako tried to make her retreat by squeezing her tits around Danielle's boobs, but that barely worked on one breasts. Two were too much titflesh to be squished by the small amount of pressure.

Then she placed her hands on Danielle's tits, making an entry point as Danielle did before, and placed her chest on Danielle's, using its larger size and therefore weight to part Danielle's boobs.

It worked, the weight slowly pushing Danielle's chest aside, and then Mako resumed her soft and gentle titjob.

Danielle refused to let it stand, less for the money, and more due to her inherent competitiveness, as well as because she was starting to find the contest somewhat fun.

She tried to do the same thing as before, but Mako started to push her tits together with her elbows while using her hands to try and grab Danielle's. Annoyed, Danielle changed tactics, instead pushing her chest together too to keep it firmer, and then insistently pushing it against Mako's, trying to push her tits away from the customer's shaft.

Bit by bit she succeeded, though progress was slow. The customer clearly enjoyed the sight of their little push of war, but as Danielle managed to push the catgirl to the midpoint, where both of them were pressing the front of their chest against his cock, so it was touched by all four individual breasts, but not covered completely like before, she idly thought that that couldn't possibly feel better than just one of them properly titfucking him.

Tearing her out of her thoughts before she could reclaim her place as the one titfucking him, the customer declared, "The round is over! The cat wins, and the score is one one!" He motioned for them to get up, which they reluctantly did. "As a tie breaker, we will be doing a feel test. That means I will be grabbing the same part of both your bodies at the same time, each with a different hand, and comparing which I think feels better."

Danielle sighed at that, annoyed that the tiebreaker was something skill couldn't affect. Nonetheless, she stood up together with Mako as the customer greedily reached out for their tits.

The groping didn't feel at all good. Though, to be fair, the customer wasn't trying to make it feel good, so that was to be at least a little expected.

Humming speculatively, he gave their tits a few more squeezes before getting up and walking around, slapping their asses at the same time.

He continued to compare their bodies like this, touching their hair, their thighs, their stomachs, and finally their crotches.

After some more looking and deliberation, he declared "The cat wins!"

Mako gave Danielle a smug grin, but it was plain to see that the way she won was very disappointing to her.

Danielle rolled her eyes at her as the customer got up. "Now, I believe we have some more time, so I want you to fuck me and make me cum."

Sharing another look, the two women sprang into action. They pushed him down, with Mako wrapping her tits around his cock, since he stated that he liked hers better, and guiding her chest around his shaft with expertise she couldn't have shown while busy fending off Danielle.

Danielle, meanwhile, slowly lowered her thighs onto his face and grabbed his nipples, gently teasing them.

The combination of their efforts soon had him staining Mako's chest with his cum as he trembled beneath them.

As his time with them ran out, the two women took the coin, Mako wiped the cum off of her chest, they got dressed again, and headed for the accountant's office to have the coin split between them.

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'There is more than just hiring a slut to fuck to brothels, though. Many offer various shows, from strip tease to choreographed sexfights.'

- A Tourist's Guide to Eros' Fall

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The Fox Tails brothel was famed for many things: skill and beauty of performers, size, their ability to sexfight any other brothel besides one in the area into submission (all the performers of one brothel run into another brothel and fuck them all silly, leaving the brothel inoperable), but one of their more uncommon qualities were their performances.

In a dimly lit room, two fox women were preparing for their performance. Out on the stage, one would be pale as snow, just like her tails, and the other darker, not enough for people to call it even a tan, but enough to tell who's skin is who's at a glance. Here, in the changing room, they were more similar, as their contrast was the result of a combination of lighting, natural colors, and specifically made makeup.

The makeup itself was a relatively new invention, specially designed for this very purpose - to be easy to apply to the whole body and not wash off with sweat as the two performed, and highlight contrast and allow distinguishing without actually changing the skin tone enough to be unrecognisable.

It's invention was funded by the arena, who needed to allow the audience to distinguish the warriors at a glance over larger distances, together with a similar concoction with the opposite effect, making skintones blend into one another, but quickly swept through the sexual entertainment industry as it's utility became apparent.

When they were finished, fully in the nude, they both collected an assortment of jewels and put them on, and then they emerged into a dimly lit room. They stood on a stage, which was a little more brightly lit then the rest of the room, while in the shadowed seats was the audience.

The shadows made it hard to see how many there were, which was on purpose, both for the audience, so their focus is directly on the performers, and the performers, so the audience doesn't distract them.

The smell of incense, selected for causing mild arousal and smelling pleasantly to almost everyone, wafted through the air, and from the sides of the room, the soft tones of two other performers playing harps carried through the air.

The two performers bowed to the audience, as a fifth performer, seated in a corner of the room, began to speak. Unnoticed by the audience, she was using an auditory illusion to make her voice be just loud enough to be legible but just soft and quiet enough to not distract from their hopefully growing arousal for everyone in the room.

"The performance you are about to witness," she spoke, "is an artistic recreation of the myth of the sun and the moon, and the lengthening and shortening of days, as told by the northern foxfolk."

The two performers on stage said nothing, though the one with a snow white tail knew that the myth had gone through several rounds of making it tastefully erotic, adding elements here and there and removing some of the more scandalous elements, and was not very faithful to the original at all. She was not paid to teach the people here about her native culture, however. She was here to give them a titillating show.

"In the beginning, there was only the Day." The speaker started the story, and the black furred fox stepped down from the stage, into the shadows below it.

The white furred fox, 'Day', meanwhile, began to dance. The dance in question was chosen for both its artistic merit and the way it made her nude figure bounce and glisten in the dim light.

As she danced, the lights flared brighter, showing off her perfect curves and her blemishless porcelain white skin. The light reflected on her body, bouncing wildly off her necklace, the ever shifting reflection further pulling attention to the valley of her large, jiggling chest.

"But she was not alone for long." The narrator spoke. "From between the stars, Night came."

The black tailed fox, 'Night', wrapped her body in her tail and illusions, so that she looked like a completely black void, and slipped onto the stage, behind the seemingly clueless 'day'.

Once she was behind her, Night reached out, her covered arms grabbing and squeezing the pale flesh of Day's breasts.

Day let out a high, melodic moan, and Night continued her work, playing with her tits as if they were water balloons.

The audience stared as Night played with Day, hands covered in pitch black illusions squeezing and rolling the supple and soft and large and deliciously pale chest.

"Night ambushed Day, taking advantage of the fact Day hadn't known anyone besides herself to exist." The storyteller continued.

On the stage, Night leaned forward and gently sunk her canines into Day's neck, the teeth stretching but not breaking the skin.

One of the hands on Day's chest found her nipples, gently pinching and teasing them, and the other trailed down to Day's crotch, tracing an inward spiral around her bottom lips.

"And Day was helpless against this surprise attack."

As Day's melodic moans grew louder and louder, Night kissed her neck, and then slowly moved up until she reached her fox ears, which she started to nibble on.

Her hand on Day's breasts resumed playing with them, squeezing and squishing as they spilled around her fingers, and the one near her bottom lips reached them, rubbing and intruding within.

Day's moans built to a crescendo, until with a cry she fell limp. The lights dimmed, and Night began to dance.

"With Night's victory, she resigned unopposed."

Her dance was slower than Day's, focused on poses and curves rather than Day's focus on movement and jiggly softness.

As the audience stared, entranced by Night, Day rose up from the floor where she laid on the floor, also ending up behind a seemingly unaware Night.

"But Day's defeat could not keep her down, and it was now Night's turn to be ambushed."

Rather than grabbing and teasing from behind, Day moved to Night's side and then turned her, so that they were seen in profile by the audience.

The lights brightened again, and Night's illusion went away. As it did, Day wrapped a hand around Night's back, and grabbed her ass with her other hand. Then she leaned in to kiss Night, and as their lips met, Day presses her chest against Night's, the larger and heavier pale pair slowly pushing back and squishing the slightly smaller, but still large, pair sported by Night.

At the same time, Day pushed her leg against Night's bottom lips, slowly and sensually rubbing her soft thigh and smooth skin against them.

Not going without any resistance, Night tickled and teased Day's spine, making her shiver. However, when Day broke the kiss and started leaving hickies on Night's neck, Night found herself loudly moaning, her voice deeper than Day's but just as smooth and melodious.

And then Day raised the hand that rested on Night's rear and slapped her ass, making her yelp and her butt jiggle. Not satisfied by the reaction, Day spanked Night again, making sure to wait until the ripples ran their course to let the audience drink in the sight.

And then again, and again, all the while still grinding her thigh against Night's bottom lips, kissing and nibbling her neck, and pulling them together in order to squish and flatten Night's breasts with her own.

Soon enough, Night cried out in rapturous pleasure, twitching as her juices flowed down Day's thigh.

"And so Day reclaimed her throne, standing unopposed for a time."

Satisfied with this victory, Day laid her down to the floor, and resumed her energetic dance, limbs whirling and breasts, ass, and thighs shaking.

"But neither could be brought low for long, and as the two got used to each other's existence, their clash grew eternal, waxing and waning but never ending."

The two got up, and resumed their battle.

The lights fell dark, and the only light was Day's softly glowing skin, just bright enough to be seen and remain as beautiful as before, but not bright enough to iluminate anything else.

And then Night, utterly invisible now in the darkness, grabbed her from behind, her hands obscuring parts of Day's body. The darkness hiding her seemingly allowed her to strike without retaliation, and so she took her time, caressing Day's inner thigh, almost reaching her bottom lips but turning away every time, and then massaging her stomach and guiding her hands further up until she reached her chest.

All the while, the darkness covering her body obscured the light coming from Day, allowing the guests to see the silluette of her hands as she explored Day's body and groped her bountiful chest, her fingers almost disappearing from sight as they sunk into Day's soft bossom.

But then the light coming from Day intensified, burning brighter and stripping Night of the darkness covering her as well as dazing her, which allowed Day to tackle her to the floor.

She pried Night's legs open, then slammed her crotch against Night's, grinding it against her as she forced her to scissor. After but a few seconds, Night was lying on her side while Day was sitting up.

Day's grunts and Night's screams filled the room as Day slammed their crotches together again and again, taking advantage of Night's exposed ass to slap it, again and again.

But before she could drive Night to climax, the lights dimmed again, and Night slipped away.

The lights then continued to dim and brighten, Night dominating Day when they were dim and the other way around when they were bright.

Night tripped day and used the opportunity to devour Day's pussy, caressing and teasing her thighs as she worked.

Day returned the favour by flipping Night over when the lights brightened, pinning her down and fingering her hard, her fingers gliding in and out of Night's snatch, prodding sensible points all the while.

Their battle continued, no one having the upper hand for long.

As they continued, ending up in a rolling sixty nine, the storyteller resumed. "Neither can truly emerge victorious, and so they always battle - when Day is winning, it is day, and when Night is winning, it is night."

As the storyteller ended his story, outside of the blinds of the parable, the two went on to finish their battle as well, and so they rolled onto their sides.

Day pressed her face against Night's snatch, almost kissing her nether lips, and plunged her tongue deep within, lapping away at her folds. While she was doing this, she was squeezing and occasionally spanking Night's butt.

Night, on the other hand, licked and sucked on Day's clit, and used her hands to massage Day's ass.

The two foxes continued as the music, which was playing in the background the whole time, crescendoed, until their mutual cunnilingus led to a simultaneous orgasm.

"I hope you enjoyed the show." The storyteller smiled as the audience began to rise out of their seats.

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'While illegal, it is not uncommon for gangs, protection rackets, and rival brothels to attempt to put a brothel out of business by challenging and consistently defeating a brothel's employees to make them unable to serve customers.

'Even a single such successful raid, while usually unable to destroy a brothel outright, will heavily harm their reputation among other establishments and customers alike.'

- A Tourist's Guide to Eros' Fall

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The foyer of the Milkshake Club, a brothel focusing on providing women with large breasts, most of them cow girls, and products made using their breast milk in place of regular milk, was filled with moans and screams.

They were a small brothel, which meant none of the large brothels in the area had ever bothered to subsume them or drive then out of business. However, it was that small size and perceived weakness that attracted the attention of the Horde.

The Horde was a protection racket specialising in brothels, ran by orcs who leaned into all the stereotypes in an effort to get some easy reputation. They had visited the Milkshake club earlier, demanding a large sum of money in exchange for 'not letting anything unfortunate occur'.

The number was set unreasonably high, as it always was. The way things worked, they would launch a raid on the brothel, fucking the workers into oblivion, and depending on how well the brothel fought back a new, lower price would be set.

From what Daisy, the proprietor of the brothel, was seeing, she wouldn't be getting the price much lower than the original offer.

The customers were standing around the room, enjoying the show, as six sexual duels took place.

Four of them were clearly going to end with the orcs winning.

Daisy winced as she watched Betty, a young woman with cowgirl heritage from the villages she hired for her prodigious bust, intending to help her improve her practical skills over time, got pushed to the ground, the chest Daisy hired her for getting squished against the ground as the orc enforcer fucking her pulled on her arms and slammed his thick cock into her inexperienced slit in a steady rhythm.

Becky, one of the older cowgirls in Daisy's employ, was on her back, her opponent having pinned her down into a mating press, the clapping of his crotch against her cheeks almost as loud as her blissful screams.

Clara, a middle aged cowgirl recruited for her strength and dominant attitude, was putty in the rough hands of her opponent as he fingered her, and groped and sucked on her juicy tits.

And Annie, the newest recruit, and one who was bitter about not being quite as busty as the rest of the brothel's employees, something Daisy was working with her on, was facing off against the only woman in the orcish group, an exceptionally tall and muscular specimen with a chest exceptional even in relation to her height.

The orcish lady seemed to have picked the cow girl with the smallest chest on purpose, as her strategy was mainly bearhugging Annie in order to crush Annie's soft, milk-filled chest with her own firm and muscular breasts, putting so much pressure on them that milk seeped from her nipples and started to form stains on the ground, and it almost seemed to Daisy that Annie's chest was ever so slightly smaller than it was when they started.

Two of the battles seemed to be going in the Milkshake Club's favour, at least.

Helen, the woman with the biggest and firmest breasts in Daisy's roster (and, perhaps, that Daisy had ever seen) had singled out the orc with the biggest cock, and was currently milking him with her tits, her massive chest managing to completely engulf his member (much to his shame and humiliation, and, if Daisy was reading his expression correctly, awed arousal).

The orc had climaxed already, covering Helen's breasts with a thin coating of cum, and showed no sign of not being able to continue just yet, but since he wasn't affecting Helen in any way, it was only a matter of time until Helen's boobs overcame his stamina.

And Gracie, employed for her motherly appeal, had faced off against the youngest of the orc group, probably around the low twenties in age, and giving him a slow and sensual handjob while she put her tits on his face, letting him suck on them to arouse him and make him less inclined to try and escape her handjob, a strategy which was working perfectly.

Next to Daisy sat a muscular orc in a formal suit and tie, wildly grinning in contrast with her deepening frown as she saw her girls get dominated.

"Perhaps you would agree that our previous offer was more reasonable than you believed at our last meeting?" He suggested lightly as one of Daisy's girls, Clara, let out a long, deep, and loud moan.

Daisy stiffened. "You - no. The offer is not any more palatable since then. I poured my blood and sweat into the Milkshake Club, and it is mine. You vultures can go and extort someone else. Get that fancy suit off, you smarmy, smug bastard, because I will fuck you so hard you'll beg me to stop, and when you do, I won't let you until you promise to leave us alone."

His smile got wider. "Miss Daisy, please be reasonable. As you can see," he gestured to Becky who's mouth was open, tongue sticking out as an orgasmic scream loud enough to rattle the windows tore itself our of her throat due to the mating press she was put into, "cows like you have no chance against orcish cocks. But, if you insist on getting those udders milked as a superior specimen shows you your place as a breeding sow, then sure. I will accept your challenge. When you lose, however, your brothel will pay double the price I offered at our first meeting."

She knew he was trying to goad her into a challenge he thought she had no chance of winning. She also believed that he was gravely underestimating her, however, so the point was moot.

"Fine by me. I just won't lose." She said, and started to strip, soon baring her chest, appropriately sized for the brothel she was leading, swaying it provocatively for him. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

He smiled condescendingly and took off his suit, flexing to show off his muscled arms, and thrusting his hips forward to bring attention to his long and erect shaft. "We can begin, then."

She tackled him, trying to bring him to the ground and get her chest near his crotch to fully utilise her tits, and also to prevent him from reaching her crotch.

He staggered, but stayed on his feet. That still left Daisy on her knees in front of his erection, however, and put her in a good position to wrap her chest around his shaft.

Unlike with Helen, Daisy could not smother his whole shaft with her chest, with the tip tauntingly peeking out from between her breasts.

The orc grinned smugly. "Perhaps you see why we are superior?" He thrust his hips forward and then down, making his cock slide out of her breasts and then slap down across her forehead. "Go on. Worship it like the whore you objectively are. Admit that you are just a breeding sow in front of a proper cock."

Daisy's cheeks burned at the insult, but while inexperienced and submissive sexfighters might have been cowed by its length, girth, and weight, this wasn't her first rodeo. While the position was humiliating, there was nothing preventing her from just pushing him back, and stuffing his cock right between her breasts.

And then, glaring balefuly at the peeking tip, she dove in, parting her breasts with her chin as she gave him a blowjob.

She started slowly, going halfway down his shaft at the deepest, mostly focused on wrapping her tongue around his glans and titfucking the rest of its length.

But, before she could do much with it, he grabbed her horns, using them as handle bars, and slammed his cock into her throat.

She felt it jab against the back of her mouth, but her blessing prevented the forceful impact from hurting her, and guided his shaft further down into her throat.

The orc groaned as he fucked Daisy's throat, but kept going, confident that he was doing more to her than she was to him.

As Daisy started to flounder, with his girthy shaft fully filling out Daisy's throat and leaving her growing a little light headed, she noted he may have even been right.

But she wasn't going to just let him do it.

Her tongue rubbed and prodded against the base of his cock, and with her hands she cupped and squeezed his balls, being perhaps a bit rougher than needed with the knowledge that his blessing would prevent any real pain, let alone injuries.

The two stayed locked in this position for some time, the orc growing more and more erect and even trembling, with precum leaking directly down Daisy's throat as she worked him over, while Daisy grew more and more lightheaded, dizzy, and, to her dismay, submissive.

The winner of their little impromptu contest was the orc, as Daisy was the one to break the position, letting go of his balls and pushing him away.

She timed it just right, despite her weakening mind, however, shoving just as he was pulling out, and making his cock slip out, so that when he pulled her in again, it slapped against and slid along her cheek rather than going into her mouth again.

She pushed him again, this time more forcefully, and made him stumble backward, letting her take a clear breath which immediately cleared her head a little.

But it didn't make him let go of her horns, and he dragged her along as he stumbled, causing her to stay off balance and not have the time to fully recover, something he made full use of.

With a yelp, Daisy found herself lying on her back, with the orc sitting on her legs and pinning her wrists to the floor with his hands.

Now, she was unable to do much but writhe as he slowly lined up his cock with her cunt, slowly teasing apart her bottom lips before suddenly plunging in, using the wetness from how the throat fuck and watching the other duels aroused her, as well as the protections of the blessings, to avoid making such an abrupt intrusion unpleasant for her.

The sudden penetration of his girthy erection into her pussy made her gasp, but she grit her teeth after that to deny him the satisfaction of making her moan.

He pulled almost all the way out and then thrust all the way in, and then again, each thrust slow but powerful. Daisy bit her lip to keep a moan in as her folds were given time to settle back into their usual positions after his thrust, only to be forced to stretch and spread again as his girth filled her.

Unlike some of her workers, though, Daisy had not focused on using her breasts to the exclusion of all else, and her folds were squeezing and rubbing against the orc's cock whenever he was inside her, making him throb harder and leak more precum.

Not satisfied with just fucking her, or perhaps wanting to enjoy his prize, the orc lowered his head to her bossom and started to suckle on her nipples, further arousing her.

After another thrust, she managed to shift her thighs at the right time again, making him slip out completely, and then, this time, trapping his cock between her thighs, and rubbing and squeezing it between then while it couldn't strike at her.

He kept sucking on her tit, but, annoyed by her trick (and aroused, twitching in the soft flesh of her thighs), he moved both her hands under one of his wrists before prying her legs open to free his cock.

He then used the hand to help line it up again, and returned to thrusting.

She was waiting for the moment he would attempt to resume holding each wrist with one hand, having identified a weakness in his one handed hold she could exploit to then capture both his hands, but instead, he grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it.

Not willing to wait that much longer, Daisy waited until he started withdrawing his cock again before freeing her hands and grabbing both of his wrists, one next to her hands and the other on her chest.

Once she was done with that, she used the moment of surprise to roll them over, ending up sitting on his cock (having rolled over mid pulling out, and then slamming her pussy back down on his cock, catching him off guard and making him make a most satisfying gasp).

"Well? Still that cocky?" She grinned down at him, only to gasp as he thrust up into her, reminding her that he wasn't entirely helpless, and that he had already done quite a bit to her before she took control of the position.

Wanting to end things quickly, she pumped her crotch up and down his shaft, not letting her folds settle back in while still keeping the friction of them rubbing over his shaft going. At the same time, she leaned forward, placing her tits over his face and smothering him with them.

He tried to distract her by thrusting up, struggling to try and free his hands, and biting and licking her breasts, and it seemed he wasn't getting out of breath, so she instead started to sway herself side to side to make her tits sway as well, and then used the motion to slap him in the face with them.

The pinned hands and titslapping were enough to distract him from any attempts to make her cum or to free his throbbing, leaking cock, and a few minutes after she got on top of him he could hold on no longer, erupting inside her.

When she lifted her breasts, she could see in his eyes that while he was currently helpless and in orgasmic bliss, he was not out of the fight quite yet, and would turn the tables on her if she gave him the chance.

So she did not let up just yet, continuing her ride despite the waves of heat having her insides filled with his thick cum sent through her.

She did let go of his hands, trusting that he was too weak at the moment to take advantage, and straightened her back, moving her breasts away from his face.

With her posture corrected, she resumed her ride, and as he watched her tits bounce wildly as she bounced just as ferociously on his cock, he was reminded of the other meaning of the term 'cowgirl'.

But as ferocious as her ride was, with her putting all her frustration over the whole affair into the movements, his earlier actions left her a bit too close to her own climax to finish him off this way without risk.

So, regretfully, she climbed off, and put her breasts to use again, enveloping his now somewhat tenderised shaft in their heavenly softness, and pumping up and down his length with no risk to herself.

He recovered from his climax enough to reach out and fondle her breasts, kneading them and pulling at her nipples in a desperate attempt to stop her somehow.

The battle had softened her up enough for this to draw milk and moans from her in equal measure, but she relentlessly continued her titfuck, and his second and final climax came soon after, covering her tits and face with his thick load as his eyes rolled back and both his cock and body went limp.

She pulled herself off of him, then used all her remaining strength to stand up and pull him up, throwing his unconscious body to the rest of the orcs, who were watching the battle together with the two victorious Milkshake Club employees.

"You lost." She spat. "Take him and the rest of your filth and get out."

The orcs obeyed, the men gathering near the door with fear in their eyes and their leader carried between them while the sole woman among their numbers retrieved the two defeated orcs and gave the cowgirls a challenging look suggesting she, at least, would be back, even if only as an independent customer.

And then they left, with that round of negotiations between the Milkshake Club and the Horde ending in the Milkshake Club's favour.

But, while this is where our story ends, Daisy's day was just beginning as the customers, aroused and intrigued by the display, rushed in, clamouring for the brothel's services.