Isran breathed out and looked up into the crowd, immediately spotting the women she was looking for.

  She couldn’t help the tender smile that appeared on her face when her eyes locked with Phaedra’s and the blush that followed. Phaedra smiled back. Isran couldn’t be sure she was blushing because of the dark tint of her skin. She hoped so.

  “Now the real fun begins huh?”

  The crowd cheered loudly at the elf’s words. Isran’s ears stung slightly.

  “Starting us off is the crowd favorite…the one, the only... Isrannnnn!”

  Isran kept her head down as the crowd cheered. It was still weird to be admired so fiercely. She thought back to her doubts about participating.

  Why do you fight?

  “And to fight her we have someone who already nded a hit on our dear beloved. Mi the mage!”

  The crowd cheered less enthusiastically.

  Isran looked at Mi. The human woman had a focused look on her face and even though the announcer had said she had hit Isran before Isran was having some difficulty remembering when.

  Then she looked at the channeling staff in the brunette’s hands and immediately figured it out. The mage that had hit her in the first game.

  Isran’s grip tightened on her sword. That force bst had been strong, a hit to the face would signal the end of the match.

  Mi had an extremely focused look on her face. Her channeling staff gripped firmly.

  “One!”

  “Two!”

  “Three!”

  Isran ran towards Mi, but not in a straight line. She had learned from her interactions with mages never to let them know your path.

  A force bst hit the ground behind her and the mage slowly moved away from the arc Isran was running in.

  She stopped and shot an attack right where Isran was about to run to, a hard pivot that put strain on her ankle and made her wince helped evade the attack.

  Isran huffed and stood still facing the mage with her sword up.

  She was a smart fighter. The distance she was doing her best to maintain was her only chance of winning.

  Isran thought about her pn. If she missed or Mi anticipated her attack she would be without a weapon and it would be harder to win the fight.

  But she would win the fight. She would not lose.

  Adjusting her stance to make it look like she was about to start running, she adjusted the grip on her sword and took a deliberate step forward.

  Mi fell for the bait, sending a force attack a few feet in front of her.

  Isran chucked her greatsword at the mage and immediately ran after the weapon.

  The mage was faster than Isran thought, she wondered if she had leveled up during the games. She dodged the sword and it buried itself into the ground, but to dodge she had turned herself around, her back facing Isran.

  Isran went to grab her staff and was surprised when a small force threw her hand back.

  Mi turned and adjusted her grip on her staff, swinging it for Isran’s head. Isran had already started ducking and threw herself against the smaller woman.

  Mi dropped her staff with a grunt as Isran pinned her legs down with her own and held her down by her wrists.

  Mi struggled but Isran kept her where she was.

  “Oooh looks like Isran is doing more than fighting today.”

  Isran blinked, caught off guard by the innuendo and blushed. Below her Mi was beet red, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

  She looked away from Isran and stopped struggling with a sigh. “I surrender.”

  “And there you have it folks! Our winner is the one, the only, Isran!”

  Isran breathed unsteadily and moved away from Mi, walking towards her sword. Mi was pretty yes. She hadn’t thought about it before because she had been fighting the woman. Blood was rushing to pces it need not. Her head was getting cloudy. God, she wasn't that sex-crazed right?

  She held her sword over her hardening length. It would tent her pants and she would be known as some weird fucking creep.

  Instead of going straight to the stands for the competitors she went back to the barracks. She had finished her match for the day and didn’t need to stay.

  No one was in the building and once Isran had made it into the bathrooms, she found a stall and locked herself inside.

  “Fuck.” She mumbled, her breath and hands shaking. Why am I so turned on?

  No one had seen it, had they?

  Her dick was tenting her pants like she had feared. She made quick work of releasing the monster from its confines. She remembered Adrianna… or was it Elysi? Telling her non whores would have a hard time accommodating her.

  “Not the time.” She whispered. She wasn’t supposed to be admiring herself. She wasn't even supposed to be servicing herself.

  As she stared at her hard cock, slightly leaning forward from its weight she wondered if her running away had raised suspicion.

  It would be quick. Isran had never actually masturbated before. In her past life... she couldn’t remember, but jerking herself off alone?

  “God, why does this feel so hot?” She whispered. A brief thought passed through her mind then, she was too horny. A spell, or was she really just that sex-hungry?

  It was weird, wasn’t it? Someone else would use the bathroom after her, she looked around for the clean water bucket and disposable cloth and id one on her p. She was going to make a mess.

  Her hand wrapped around her cock and she breathed out a sigh. She was sweaty from the nerves and used that moisture to slowly move her hand up and down her cock.

  Her head felt softer than the rest of her cock against her hand. She hummed lowly and rubbed her precum into her cock head. Then moved back lower.

  Her other hand moved lower and brushed lightly against her clit. The pleasure was almost like a jolt of electricity. The moan that escaped her made her pause. It was loud. If someone had followed they definitely heard her.

  There was a knock on the door. Isran's heart sank.

  “Uh… yeah?” Isran swallowed nervously. She had locked the door, but her dick was still in her hand.

  “Uh.. I wanted to ask if you were okay?” It was Mi.

  Isran’s hand flexed almost involuntarily. Her eyes widened at the pleasure of squeezing her cock head and a strangled sound escaped her mouth.

  “I—uh… yeah. Yeah.”

  There was a pause.

  “I… I felt it when you were standing up.”

  Isran blinked and felt her face go extremely red. God she was going to be known as some kind of creep wasn't she? Mi was just looking for confirmation before she got reported.

  “I—I did cause it… the least I could do was help.”

  Isran swallowed. She couldn’t believe she was considering it. Fuck she wasn’t that sex crazy was she? Her erection was getting painful.

  “Isran?”

  “Y—yeah ummm….”

  Isran stood, the bathroom stall was tight, if Mi entered and they closed the door they would be pressed against each other.

  Isran hesitated briefly, her mind was going bnk, her pleasure turning painful.

  She opened the door.