Thread: Tournament of Millennium! ~Ibuki & Nana~

Toshiro watched as men and women skittered out of his way, it was amusing. Those who didn't move merely look at him were the best. They had balls, or as close as they could depending on there gender. He wasn't the type to judge the skill of a fighter against there appearance, or gender. In his world all genders fought, and all killed there was no discrimination. Yet this place was different, with so many worlds connecting. But he had seen, some of the prizes of the last tournament, bound eternally to there master, they lacked any ability to attack him. He watched as one was turned to dust before the blade even hit the losers master, only to watch as moments later the slave reformed. It was quite amusing to him, to watch someone fall so far. As he neared the end of the hall he watched as a women, standing in the reward room watching him. She was quite apparently not afraid of him, and the competitors couldn't kill one another outside of the ring. They could piss each other by killing them, and letting them reform before repeating. It was a good way of training, yet he could tell she wasn't one. She wore a shirt and shorts, unfitting for combat of this kind. But what gave it away that she wasn't was the only ones who could enter the reward chamber were prizes and victors, not counting staff. As he entered the room looking to the desk, he motioned the girl who melted onto him. He listened to her words, and wondered how many times he would see this. In one swift movement his hand gripped her hair pulling it down forcing her to look straight up. Listen to me you little whore, you best prey that waste of flesh taught you something about men, or your going to find your self as nothing more then a target for me to slice and dice, and kill over and over again. He spoke before turning to the desk. He glared at the man who seemed to be looking for something in the back. He could tell this made him hurry as to not anger this man. He watched as the man threw a talisman to him. That emblem will open up a way into a private home, for you and... Prizes, please rest there till your next match. The gates are sealed until after the second match, so were all stuck in here till then. It will look as you wish it too, and can be changed when ever you so chose. The man spoke his voice shaking, as he watched Toshiro. Toshiro gripping the talisman swung at the air seemingly shattering a invisible wall. He proceeded to grab the back straps on Tifa's shorts lifting her by them. In bitch, He spoke throwing her into the portal. Tifa would feel a strange sensation like cumming harder then she had even before as she landed on a rather rough ground. Toshiro stepped through moments later looking down at her. In moments he had been stripped which proved how little he was wearing already. His blades set neatly against the wall, the only thing that he seemed to show affection to. He stood there glaring at her, his member there unerect in a great glory, one and a quarter foot long. Without a single word he quite literally ripped the shorts off of her, and got down on his knees. Lifting her rear up he buried his face into her plump rear, His tongue rough and hard against her succulent lower curves, of the entrance. His tongue was rougher and stronger then any man or womans she could of felt on her own world, or even monster. He seemed to suck up any and all juices she released, drinking it even. He wasted no time before forcing his tongue into her. His tongue even on it's own was astounding it seemed to be half the length of even clouds member! His tongue circled around, roughly rubbing every fold it could reach. Slowly but surely his member began to grow and stand. The size of it was now it seemed as if it would double at the very least when it was fully erect.