A fight

“Tired?” Augustus asked Lara with a smile as he moved casually towards her, admiring how her voluptuous frame glistened with sweat, how sand clung to her soft skin and how her bald pussy was giving away her arousal through the swollen state of its lips.

“A bit, yes… Ow!” Lara cried out as Augustus startled her by charging forwards and catching her with a kick to her right ankle that sent her tumbling forwards onto the ground, a pained “Ah!” coming from her as her tits impacted against the soft sand.
Lara could still feel how tired her muscles were, but the burst of adrenaline that hit her as a result of Augustus’ attack allowed her to push herself into action once more, and she rolled away from him as fast as she could. Augustus however quickly closed the gap, forcing Lara to roll even further in an attempt to get enough space between them to get a chance to get back on her feet without opening herself up to another attack as she did so.

But she never got much more than a yard away from Augustus by the time that she rolled up against the wall of the arena, and realising that she had no other choice, she had to try to get up on her feet as fast as she could. Lara tried exactly that, hoping to jump to the side at the same time in an attempt to avoid Augustus’ next attack, but she wasn’t quick enough and ended up pinned to the wall in front of him. Standing so close to Lara that his semi-hard cock was almost brushing against her stomach, Augustus showered her with punches, an admiring smile on his lips at how many of them that she managed to block by raising her forearms and moving them to meet his punches head-on. Deciding to make it that much harder for her, he started using his legs as well, kicking at her ankles in an effort to get her to lose her balance once more.
Somehow managing to remain upright, and feeling like her arms were being pounded into jelly, Lara finally went for a **** attack, punching at Augustus just after his latest attack and managing to hit him squarely in the stomach, her fist impacting against his gut. It was a lucky shot, one that knocked the air out of Augustus’ lungs, and made him retreat from her.
Observing Augustus as he backed away from her while clutching his stomach, Lara saw her chance and charged at him as fast as her tired, bruised legs would allow her to.
Just as she was about to land a punch right on his chin though, she watched as if in a daze as he slipped out from in front of her, and felt his hands grasp hold of her, using her own momentum against her by flipping her over and sending her flying through the air.

Yelping with pain as her back slammed into the soft sand, Lara sucked air back into her lungs and **** herself to roll over, getting up in a squatting position and leaping backwards as Augustus tried to kick her.
While the fight between Lara and Augustus raged on, Marx was helping Argos back onto his feet, and the two naked men observed how Lara managed to dodge several more punches from Augustus, the gorgeous, naked woman being able to move more freely now that she was away from the wall again.

“What do you say Marx, should we knock Augustus out and find out how grateful that makes her?” Argos asked his friend as they watched Lara block another punch and return fire with one of her own, which narrowly missed Augustus’ side.

“No, let’s give her an honest chance to win on her own. Besides, as long as Augustus doesn’t knock her out cold, we’ll still get to have our fun with her,” Marx replied with a smile just as Lara managed to land a kick on Augustus’ left knee, getting him to groan as he limped away from her.
While her two vanquished opponents made their way out of the arena, Lara watched Augustus keenly as he stood with his back to her and tried to gauge just how badly she’d hurt her knee. This was an ideal opportunity for her to attack him, but he’d already tricked her into charging at him once before, and that made her hold back until he’d turned around and was facing her again.

“I must compliment you, you’re an excellent fighter,” Augustus said.

“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself,” Lara replied, grateful for the chance to catch her breath but anxious about Augustus attacking her while she had her guard down. He’d done it once already, and she didn’t want to take any chances.

“I especially enjoyed that move you pulled on Argos,” Augustus went on to say, “Tell me, which school of martial arts is it that’s taught you to trap an opponent’s cock between your buttocks and then ride up and down on it until he’s too horny to remember his own name, much less that he’s in a fight?”

“Oh, that? That was pure instinct,” Lara explained, refusing to feel ashamed of her previous actions. Judging from the horny groan that Augustus produced though, that had hardly been his aim.

“Well, you’ll have try it on me after this fight…” Augustus concluded as he started moving towards her again.

“It’ll be my pleasure,” Lara replied, feeling her lust continuing to build inside her while simultaneously trying to mask the fact she was getting too tired to move away from his as he drew nearer.
Instead, she saved her energy and used it to dodge his next two attacks, before managing to slip in underneath his arms to land a couple of hard body-blows on him, both of which made her groan in pain at how her arms felt.
Lara tried to slip away from Augustus as he reeled from the punches, but he managed to grab hold of her and pulled her towards him. As she felt his cock pressing against her back and his warm, ragged breath on her neck, Lara gasped and rubbed her thighs together.

“Tired?” Augustus asked, repeating his question from before while holding her firmly in place but making no attempt to squeeze her hard or anything like that. Instead, his right hand started making its way down her stomach…

“Uh-huh,” Lara moaned out, squirming lustily against Augustus as his fingers reached her slit. His cock grew harder against her back while his fingers travelled up and down over her wet pussy, teasing it and causing it to become wetter still as Lara moaned happily at his actions.

“Oh fuck…” Lara gasped, a much louder “YES!” being pushed up out of her throat when Augustus’ fingers brushed against her clit.

“What do you say, should we get this silly fight over and done with and go do something more fun instead?” Augustus asked Lara while he continued to play with her pussy, and got a dreamy purring noise in response.

Next, Augustus left Lara feeling surprised and disappointed by letting go of her, though he was enough of a gentleman to back away from her without trying to attack her as she struggled to find her footing and to keep from picking up where he’d left off by starting to finger herself.
“Mmm,” Augustus moaned as he licked his fingers clean, “tastes like strawberries…”

While her opponent chuckled at his own remark, Lara felt reinvigorated, as well as **** to win this fight as quickly as she could, and her desperation grew as she eyed his hard cock. For a moment, she toyed with the idea of grabbing hold of his cock and starting to stroke it, getting him to fuck her in front of all these people.
Her fantasies were cut short when Augustus moved towards her, and she was brought back to reality by the feel of air washing over her face as she just barely managed to dodge his next punch.
Things were not looking good, Lara decided. She was becoming too tired to move effectively, and Augustus’ size meant that she couldn’t hope to have a chance if she stood still and went toe to toe with him. As she pushed her body onwards and dodged several more attacks, she struggled hard to come up with a strategy that would allow her to win.

She hadn't thought of any by the time that Augustus had her back up against the wall, and it looked as though he was about to land the winning punch. Then, for the briefest of moments, too brief for anyone to notice but her, Augustus hesitated, holding his fist up but not bringing it down on Lara, who saw her chance and took it by punching him hard in the stomach. As Augustus backed off, Lara followed after him, gritting her teeth and fighting through the pain and fatigue as she showered his stomach and chest with punches, her knuckles feeling like they were going to shatter from how hard she was hitting his muscular torso.
Her right arm was convulsing as she pulled it back, but Lara ignored that, instead thrusting it forwards and upwards to hit Augustus with an uppercut to his chin that had him collapsing onto the ground.
Barely having the strength left to remain upright, Lara watched with bated breath as Augustus remained on the ground, waiting for him to get back up again.

“Congratulations, Lara,” she heard St. James speaking into the microphone after several seconds had gone by, “it appears you’ve won.”
As cheers erupted from the crowd, Lara broke out into a triumphant smile. She was too exhausted to yell, and struggled to raise her arms up into the air.