#maskedroyalvore

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I'd love some M_asked R_oyale prompts, especially involving an A_lolan H_iker or C_rasher W_ake

Oh sure! We can definitely do some more of him.

Once again, the amazing M.asked Royal has swept the three-way battle! He remains a master in the field...and a very hungry one at that. The crowd cheers as his drooling maw descends over the first of his opponents. He's greedy and merciless as he guzzles the trainer down, his bare stomach swelling out as he sends the man inside. The second tries to thrash around, but he's no match for the power of the masked strange, and he winds up being devoured just as fast as the first, legs flailing in the air as they're slurped down. The third and final meal goes without a fight, being shoveled into M.asked Royal's jaws with ease and devoured with gusto. He belches thickly as his last meal settles, giving his gut a few smacks and letting the crowd go wild around him. Once again, the mysterious trainer has defeated another three opponents! Fans will get their chance to fawn over the man while they churn away, no mercy awarded to them for their defeat. They were just a victory meal at this point, nothing more. People might notice the extra layer of fat on Professor K.ukui's stomach later that day, appearing the same as every time M.asked Royal wins a match. No one's made the connection between the two yet, though. No one who's still alive, at least. Some mysteries are better left unsolved, and the mystery of the M.asked Royal is one that plans to stay that way.

M.asked Royal pants as he keeps his grip on the ring as tight as he can. He's exhausted, his arms sore, and the sweat is making it hard to keep his grip. But he has to. He talked big about endless stamina and a hiker felt like putting it to the test. M.asked Royal feels those pecs flex around him again, still at his armpits. He's managed to survive for this long and he just has to last five more minutes without being sucked into the hiker's chest to win. Another flex pulls on him, and M.asked Royal feels his hands slip. It takes him a second to get his grip back. He smiles, though it's a bit strained. "I-I told you that I have boundless energy! Just...Just a few more minutes now." Another flex tries to suck him deeper. And it does, though he's still holding onto the ring with his fingers. He's up to his neck now, feeling both pecs on the back of his head, ready to pull him in. He tries to pull himself back out again and regain his grip on the ring. But then they flex again and his fingers slide right off. M.asked Royal's eyes widen and he lets out a cry that goes muffled as his face sinks right between the hiker's pecs. He grabs desperately for the ring, not just out of reach, but his arms are slurped into the hiker's chest with final flex that seals him away. The man lets out a content sigh, smiling down at his bulge chest. They bounce around with his squirming meal and he can see the imprints of the man trying to fight inside. He's always been a big fan of the M.asked Royal and to him, it was a great honor to be able to pack him away like that! 'Boundless energy' might have been an exaggeration, of course, as the hiker's chest makes very short work of its meal now that it has it. He pulls the mask out from between his pecs, now free of its owner. The stink of musk is intense coming from it, but the hiker figures, no one really knew what the M.asked Roal looked like. So who's going to know the difference if someone else puts on the mask? It's not like its real owner is here anymore to say otherwise. No one has to know there was ever a change at all.

M.asked Royal might not be a very official wrestler, but he also never turns down a real challenge! So when C.rasher Wake, coming in from S.innoh, challenged him to a match in the ring, he didn't refuse. It at least got the crowd real excited as the two of them duked it out. But M.asked Royal learns pretty fast why you shouldn't wrestle outside your weight class when he finds himself flattened again and again under the much heavier wrestler's bulk. Three matches is all he can take before he's totally out of it and C.rasher Wake is laughing boastfully to the crowd. Royal hoped that would be the end of it, but Wake had plans to collect his victory. M.asked Royal looks up to see the gym l.eader's pants down and his cock hanging out. He can't resist at all as his face is shoved into it and he's being slurped down for the entire crowd to watch. C.rasher Wake, for his part, is at least a good sport about it all, complimenting M.asked Royal for his efforts even as his legs are slurped in and he's turned into a bulge in the man's balls. With no more energy left to give, though, all the defeated man can do is curl up and let the superior wrestler's body liquify him down into a thick load. The last things he heard were the cheering crowd and C.rasher Wake's loud laughter before he's turned into nut sludge. For a final show from M.asked Royal, C.rasher Wake pumps his shaft until he's blasting his load into the ring. It splatters everywhere, coating it white as gallons of cum shoot out. Some bones lands with it, coated in the stuff, but most notably is M.asked Royal's mask striking the floor, soaked in cum. It was a good show for everyone and C.rasher Wake got a new mask to call his own, while the rest of the defeated wrestler would get mopped up later and eventually forgotten about.