Hal Hath No Fury - Potatopealor Tribute

Hell hath no fury like a woman's wrath. 

Hal had to learn this the hard way...

He had only been in the Johannesburg for a couple of weeks before getting acquainted with Zuri. He'd been out at the local pub when she caught his eye. She was beautiful in every sense of the word.

Her skin was ebony and silky, her hair was dyed green which he found strangely attractive, but her frame was what drew him in. Her physique was the most impressive he'd ever seen. She stood only slightly
shorter than he was and he was a large bloke. Hal towered over most people at about 6'5 and boasted an impressive 260lbs of muscle. But standing next to her made him look like an average joe. 

The two hit it off almost as instant as they had made eye contact. The attraction was there and they were both looking to have fun. Endless nights of rough sex and copious amounts of booze made 6 months in South Africa fly by like it was nothing.

Things could never been better. Until Hal, in a moment of drunken stupor made the unfortunate mistake of sleeping with another woman. More unfortunate for him, Zuri had found out.

Unable to settle their little "conundrum" civilly, they agreed to a "Oorlogsrite".

Dating back centuries, this was a method for two parties to come to an agreement through the art of battle. In essence, a bare knuckle brawl till the victor gets their way.

The rules were; only use your god given hands and to knock the ever living daylights out of your opponent.

Hal smirked and scoffed at their ridiculous traditions and funny names...all the way until Zuri's fists connected with his flesh. Pure unbridled power and rage backed by her rippling muscles, channelled through bony knuckles.

They had them wear ropes as gloves which made the blows hurt even more as it scraped skin. Hal was a hard man to knock out. This would not work in his favour. It meant he had to endure more punishment.

Although he did put up a fight, Zuri fought with feverish zeal landing hits to his face and body that felt like jackhammers but with a surgical precision. Eventually, Hal slowed down and was nothing more than a mere punching bag for her. 

Savouring her inevitable victory, she abused him one more time riding his footlong horsecock as she pummelled his ribs and stomach at the same time. Hal's scream as he exploded into an orgasm which seemed to be amplified by a hundred, when she rammed her fist into his lower abdomen at the same time, and dealing the final knockout blow. 

Holding him up by his wrist, he was completely out cold.

This would be a night he would remember, forever.

((So. Long story here, but a deviantart user by the name of PotatoPealor is one of my personal heroes and honestly, one of the reasons I got into this line of work in the first place. He has currently decided to take an elongated break from deviantart. A long time ago he gifted me this incredible piece of art that I still feel honored by, and have tried to replicate a few times. He just has a talent I wish I could even match in the slightest, but I didn't think it was right to lose that work to the internet ether when his account gets deactivated. Everything belongs to him. While the post is no longer accessible, this was the link. https://www.deviantart.com/potatopealor/art/Collab-Hal-Hath-No-Fury-965063048 . I really hope he finds the spark again, but I am familiar with what he's going through. He's a good dude. I just figured this was right to get out. Attached is the uncensored full render he blessed me with a while back. :))