[1v1] Are You Blushing Now? (Mot v Hel)

[Lucyal]

Hel’s grin was vicious now as Mot’s bullet missed her, and she summoned her weapon into her hands again. The spear glowed, bathed in a deep purple-black aura and while Mot was on the ground, the ghoul raised the weapon above her head and brought it heavily down upon him. That felt waaay too satisfying.

Bad Hel.

HP: 38/50
DMG: 18  

[Bittiface]

And now Hel saw for herself how pitiful Mot was in battle. Mind you the distractions she provided made his performance all the worser.

The powerful attack from the Valkyrie made Mot see white. he couldn't even scream. The pain shot through and shattered his Fear shield into dust. He felt the air leave his lungs, violently leaving him gasping after the battle had ended. Mot didn't get up right away, trying to blink away the spots he was seeing. The pain remained, but soon he was seeing straight once more at the vision hovering above him.

"...well... damn..."

HP: -1  

[Lucyal]

Now that Hel won, she was over being mad.

She stared down at the cowboil, standing proudly over him with her spear across her shoulders like she had been prior to this fight. As he spoke, she dismissed her weapon and then rested in her hands on her hips. The ghoul then stuck out her chest proudly. “I will take my prize now, Mot.” She announced, oh so happily.  

[Bittiface]

No...

His eyes trailed up to her calves.

No.....

Past her thighs.

Oh no...

Up beyond her bellybutton.

"Oh.." He squeaked, shakily getting to his feet. He was in pain, but that was ignored. He had something he was supposed to do, and he was scared. Not only was the task one he never had the courage to do, but the ghoul was wearing considerably less than usual. And he had to do this in an open space.

Shaky sigh.

He was on his feet. He took a deep breath. Held it. Hel was standing there, waiting for her prize. He wasn't allowed to back down. A bet was a bet.

Mot stepped forward, face to face with the dual toned ghoul. This was it. Time to prove he was a man of his word. His bright orange eyes settled on the ample bosom of the Valkyrie, and with a shaky breath, reached out a hand. It took all his nerve, but he indeed copped a feel.

. . .

Damnit they felt nice.  

[Lucyal]

This was one thing Hel was patient for.

She was just grinning like a fiend as she watched Mot, her eyes dancing with the utmost amusement. Her hands stayed resting on her hips with her chest puffed out proudly. Oh…not bad…but did Mot think he was getting away with just that? Nope. The ghoul cleared her throat.

“Just one, Mot?” She uttered conversationally. “I think you should use both hands…you know, so that it is even. Also, remember, I am not made of glass.” Her grin turned wicked now as she looked up at him.  

[Bittiface]

"Wh..." What!? Oh no. Well, he was halfway there. He may as well go all out. The reaper blushed bright red again, his other hand finding Hel's other lovely lady lump. He was also tired of being told he was too gentle. He would prove he could be a manly man.

So he did as she wanted, and groped them dirty pillows.

He wasn't sure how to feel about enjoying this.  

[Lucyal]

This would forever be burned into Hel’s memory. It was simply beautiful. Hel’s hands snapped up to press over Mot’s, keeping them there. She leaned forward a bit, looking up at the cowboil.

“You are a dirty, dirty boil and I like it.” She cooed, and then just laughed, releasing his hands and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, pressing herself tightly against him.  

[Bittiface]

He flinched as she held his hands over her bosom. Her words dug into him, not sure whether to accept them so willingly. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, even as she released his hands and wrapped her arms around his thin waist. He released her chest and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her head to his chest. He couldn't ignore her soft assets pressing against him no matter how hard he tried. "A-ah.." Well. Hel was pleased. So he'd just have to accept it. Hel liked to be touched, and whatever Hel wants, Hel gets. Usually.

Mot needed to suck it up and give in to his so called dirty side. The gentlemen in Mot was preparing to step aside for once. He simply feared if he let go of his inhibitions, that something might get out of hand.  

[Lucyal]

Funny how it worked out like that. Hel nearly getting her way all the time. As Mot wrapped his arms around her shoulders, Hel released his waist to grasp his hands…where she then guided them to her waist. “No, no.” She softly chided. “Wrap your arms around me here. In my middle…it just feels…more whole?” If that made any sense. Holding her by her shoulders seemed…tentative and unsure.

How so very Mot.

Hel’s arms returned to his waist…where all she did was keeping on hugging him. Today she had accomplished what she had been trying to get him to do for many Octobers…she was a happy ghoul today.

Drifter Jet Enduro

 

[Bittiface]

And now he was being schooled on proper hugging. Oh well. It was better than guessing. He did as she pushed him to do, holding her close for a long while.

And then he remembered where they were.

"Um.. this is lovely but.. we're hugging in the middle of a training grounds. Shall we head back?"