The Messengers 5
#5 of Tik Tik and the Tournament of Pleasure
The Angel Hanioc has a vision to show Tik Tik. It is a vision of what is to come in her journey. It is a vision of champions the world over. It is the vision that begins... The Tournament of Pleasure!
The Adventures of Tik Tik," is a fantasy erotica series starring a kobold woman seeking to learn more about the sexual nature of different cultures and creatures of the fantasy world she lives in. In this series, I like to delve into interesting characters and mix storytelling, character analysis, and sexy scenes to make an interesting read for all involved, and its all made possible by the support of my generous patrons. If you'd like to see more Tik Tik, please consider funding me at any level. Different tiers grant you more content and more input on the creation process of these stories, but I'm always looking for feedback on my work, so please, also consider joining my discord server.
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Tybalt stands on top of the roof of the temple, staring off across the woods of the wildlands.
"Each of them is given this sacred duty to discover more about themselves."
A brunette woman with a ponytail tills the fields. She wipes the sweat from her brow, offering a prayer to some little known deity.
"They may be broken, unsure of their own place."
An elf lays face down in the rain. She has no arms and no legs, but she raises herself up, eyes burning with energy and fury.
"Some wish to find out the secrets the gods are willing to open to them."
A goblin pours over piles of books while another, identical goblin, mixes some chemicals, while another furiously transcribes some information onto parchment.
"And some are just wanting to test their limits."
A beautiful and strong woman, the top half-human, the bottom horse, gallops to the top of a mountain, raising her hands and rearing her legs in triumph.
"And others just thrill in the heat of battle."
A ferocious orcish woman cuts down enemy after enemy, leaving herself glistening with the blood of her foes and letting out a triumphant roar.
"Some have a duty to fulfill..."
A half man-half snake slithers through a palace, pressing two sets of hands together and bowing his head in prayer.
"And others are indentured to others' wills.
A young man with purple marks over his body drapes himself in robes as he sits against a dungeon wall, his ankle chained to stone.
"Some seek to find out who they are."
Two women, looking precisely similar in Tik Tik's eyes, stand back-to-back, performing various martial training exercises..
"Others know exactly who they are and revel in that."
A giant, imposing tiger man steps through a dark alley, running his claws along the wall as someone frantically runs away from him, calling for help that never comes.
"There are those who were built with a purpose,"
A mechanical marvel beyond even the greatest of constructs burns pink with fire and shining with metal not of this earth. She launches herself through the sky, kicking through a giant monster with ease.
"And those who seek purpose in the stories of others."
A dark elf sits on a throne, watching an orgy happening before her. Her garments between her legs bulge with her want, but she holds back for now.
"There are those whose destinies are not yet written for them."
A little creature with the face of a whimpering pup lives on the street and begging for coin.
"And those who have come back to fulfill their destiny."
A sarcophagus in a resplendent tomb glows with unholy power. It slides open, and a gray, bandaged hand reaches out.
"They shall meet on the field of contest, each eliminated if they defeat the other through pain or through pleasure, and the winner shall achieve their dreams and the blessings of the gods.
Tik Tik stumbles to her feet, rubbing her head. It swims with all of this information given to her, but one thing rings true for her. "So..." she says to the ordered infinitude around her. "All these people... they're going to fuck fight?"
There is a silence from the masks, turning in their places to glance at each other. This is followed by a quick murmur in a language no mortal ears could ever comprehend.
"No, this is a divinely mandated competition, the likes of which eternity has not-"
"But two people go in, and they punch each other, then they grab and finger and lick and dick, right?" Tik Tik says, "and one way to win is to..." she makes a ring with one hand and inserts two fingers into the other, "Right?"
"If that's... what your limited mortal understanding could come up with, then yes sure."
Tik Tik claps her hands together, bouncing on her toes. "So, it is a fuck fight! And all those people I saw... they're going to be fuck fighting!?"
"Could you please stop calling this a fuck fight? It's quite sacrilegious and-"
Tik Tik claps her hands over her cheeks, squeezing them. Her eyes sparkle with excitement. "Wait, wait, wait! Will... Will I get to meet them all!?"
"Well, I was going to send you off as our messenger and-"
She squeals, running around in circles on her existential column. "Yeeeee!"
To hear an angel sigh in frustration should make most beings shudder, and yet Tik Tik is too busy planning her trip in her head. After all, she is no fighter. Still, she'll be able to have front row seats to the most significant sexual competition ever!
She awakens, still in Tymara's arms. The elven High Priestess asks her what she saw, but the kobold leaps out of her grip, running off naked down the halls. There is much to prepare and no time to talk or get dressed!