In one corner, we have the beautiful Angelina! Neat, petite , and ready to eat! But will she be the eater or the eaten? In the other we have Kallum! The monsters he fights are usually more literal, but he always has a big appetite, and Angeline looks like a nice appetizer!
 
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Kallum charges forward, knife pointing proudly ahead and wind in his hair. "Let's get this over with quickly, shall we?" he laughs. Angelina flinches, but only for a moment. When Kallum reaches her she parries with her mace, cleanly blocking the blow. The two are face to face now, so close they could almost kiss... or headbutt.
 
Kallum readies a counterattack to defend against the parry, but he fails to protect his most vital of areas- the sausage and eggs. With a swift knee upwards, Angelina lands a debilitating strike to the young warrior, sending him crumpled to the ground on his hands and knees. He lets out a noise like a kitten being sat on as Angelina readies her move.
 
Angelina confidently strolls forward and reaches for Kallum's soft, exposed, delicious neck. Before she can land her mark, Kallum flips onto his back and jabs his knife forward, catching Angelina in the arm and slicing through the armor with a precise blow and shocking Angelina.
 
Angelina reflexively pulls her arm back and winces. In a moment, Kallum is up on his feet again, knife at the ready. Angelina readier her mace, getting tired of this boy's struggling against the inevitable.
 
Angelina readies her mace to defend, knowing a counterattack was on the way. Unfortunately she forgot about her arm wound- the stress of lifting her mace up to block reopened the wound and sent a shock of pain through her system. She screamed in agony as she dropped the mace and clutched her wounded arm, her defenses ruined.
 
Kallum watched with pride as his opponent's last line of defense faltered, readying a mighty blow. He charged forward and... tripped, over his own left foot, sending him tumbling forward onto Angelina. The two rolled across the colosseum in a tangle of limbs and bodies, stopping when Angelina's head hit the wall of the arena.
 
Kallum drives his knife forwards towards Angelina's armored chest. The sword effortlessly glances off the armor and is knocked out of Kallum's hand.
 
Kallum, in desperation, reaches with his dominant hand to grab is sword, but before he can, Angelina grabs his arm with a cold smile. "Did you really think that was going to work?" She tightens her grip and Kallum grits his teeth. "Frankly I'm surprised you managed to break through my gauntlet. I'll have to have a talk with my old armorsmith about that. But your little flailing about ends here, as I knew it would. All that squirming and-"
 
Kallum, with his off hand, grabbed his sword and swung it upwards. It slived though Angelina's cheek and cut through half her bands, leaving an uneven, sloppy cut.
 
Angelina snapped the boy's arm.
 
"Now look what you've done you little WHELP!" she said through gritted teeth. Effortlessly she flung the now crying boy aside. "You've ruined my hair! You've cut my face! And for what? So you could have some small moment of pride?" She stepped on the boy's broken arm with her armored boot and dug her heels in, snapping it further. "It's over! You lost!"
 
He screamed an indignant scream, more like a dying animal than anything human. Blood pooled out from the wound.
 
"And now-" she gritted. Then suddenly, her tone softened. "I'm going to claim my prize." She stomped on the boy's off hand and grabbed his sword. Kallum screamed again. Like a rich debutante opening a clam shell she pried the boy's armor off of him and sliced apart his clothes until he was wearing nothing but some tatters and a shirt. Small cuts bled out from every slice- she had taken little care to keep him from being caught in the disrobing.
 
"Say, what's in this vial?" she asked, poking the lid with her knife. "Ah well. I suppose I'll find out later~" She tucked it away in a large pouch and then delicately, teasingly, she herself disrobed. Her body was excellent- supple, powerful, toned. A little bit of fat hung from her belly, but she had taken care to not let the arena's influx of calories damage her gorgeous form.
 
"Now, let's see what we have here?" she squatted down to look at the defeated boy's small, flaccid penis. Kallum kicked her in the shin. She drove his own sword through his leg. It was not going to be kicking again. She gently held the penis in her hand, like you would a baby bird, and delicately rubbed it, like you would a baby bird. "Now I'd love to rip this off and eat it like a sausage, you have people up there keeping you as protected as they can. So I suppose I'll have to have some fun now." as she stroked the cock it grew, slowly but surely, until it stood thick at attention. "That's better now."
 
She carefully straddled the boy's hips, placing her own soft lips on top of the dick. Gently, slowly, her hips waved back and forth, pushing her wet pussy across the disarmed boy's quivering member. She let a soft moan escape her lips- she was always in control- and leaned her body over the boy's until they were face to face, her small, perky tits pressing into his slashed chest. Then, with a practiced swoop, she popped the boy's aching cock into herself. She let out a second moan. This one was not intentional.
 
Slowly, her rolling hips grow faster and faster, and she gently bit the boy's lips, hugging him tightly. Soon she was absolutely pounding him. with one hand she massaged her own breasts, the other crept up slowly towards her fucktoy's neck. She pressed down on his windpipe as she slammed her hips down on his own. Kallum's whole body quivered (although he was barely conscious), and thick, gooey ropes of cum shot into Angelina's puss. Despite this, she kept pounding, determined to get her finish, and overload the fucktoy's senses.
 
The, finally, she stood up, jism and sweat pouring onto the colosseum floor. The poor fucktoy's neck was red, his face with blue, his dick was raw, and his body was bleeding. "Sorry Kungy or whatever your name was, you're an awful lay."
 
"w... was?" Kallum answered weakly.
 
"Was." Angelina picked the boy's beaten body up and, effortlessly, bit his head off and swallowed it whole. As his consciousness faded, Kallum heard the bubbling of Angelina's hungry gut...
 
She threw the bleeding, headless body to the ground and pinned it down with her feet, grabbing the unbroken arm and yanking it off with a sickening chorus of snaps and rips. She tore flesh from bone like she was eating a turkey leg, then slurped up the bone whole. If one was close enough, they could see the imprint of the bone as it traveled down her throat. But it was a very, vary bad idea to get close to her right now.
 
Her bare face and chest were dripping with the thing's blood, and here eyes were focused entirely on the meat at hand. Slowly she tore apart the mangled corpse (making sure to swallow the privates whole and unchewed, as demanded), crunching and slurping her way through the body. As her once taut stomach brew she sat down, ravenously digging in to her meal. Soon there was a tight, bloodstained beach ball in her lap.
 
She breathed slowly. She had lost herself in the thrill of the kill.
 
She cleared her throat and stood up. Next to her was an imprint of Kallum, blood and tattered clothes that vaguely reminded someone of the now ex-monster hunter. She had so dearly wished to clean it up, make sure there was nothing left, but she was contractually obligated to allow for resurrection. Next to her was an imprint of Kallum, blood and tattered clothes that vaguely reminded someone of the now ex-monster hunter. She had so dearly wished to clean it up, make sure there was nothing left, but she was contractually obligated to allow for resurrection.
She breathed in deep and put on her cheery pop star persona.
 
"Ladies and gentlemen! Kall-" URRRRRRP "Caleb is dead!"