Only requirement is that you can carry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was actually paying a...tention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or kicks the bucket. But, chillax dude our spooky, scary necromancers have you covered. The whole arena is drenched in a Level 3 reviving spell, that will heal all wounds, including a sudden case of mortality, once the battle is concluded. Radical!”“Swagger. I went to the bed and grabbed up my clothes and chucked them into the closet. I picked up the maroon wig. I didn't know about this. I looked inside and found a label identifying the wig as a Christine Jordan. 100% human hair, hand woven. I erupted into gooseflesh and crossed to the mirror. Boy, what a shock that was. I flinched, seeing myself the first time. I grinned, foolishly, blushing."You are a fag," I told the reflected boy in the baby-doll nightie. It fit him so well. He looked like a. Jason cocked his head at me, perhaps unsure of my sincerity, revealed was a giant pink cock head, and a long smooth shaft, with the occasional veiny ripple on its surface. Mary had told me previously that a plastic-wrapped cock was wonderfully pleasant, but nothing beat the feeling of the skin of a naked penis, thrusting and stretching inside her. Looking again at the Boy's blade, I was doubly sure that Mary would love it.Walking over to the bed next to them, I assured him I was good with this. "Like that," she murmured. He had suspected she liked a little roughness. Now he knew for sure. He squeezed again, releasing at the second her breath caught and she pressed down. He could play at this forever. Shawna's breaths had turned to gasps as her body trembled and struggled in frustration. "I need. I need." she breathed. He lifted her up towards his lap, moved himself under her and drove his cock into her eager cunt. They both watched their fucking in the mirror. Her legs were splayed.