Against the odds, you triumph. (Requires Str 6 & Sta 6)

You won’t have a chance against Aphrodite’s sexual skills unless you seize control of the situation. Growling lustfully, you grab her luscious ass-cheeks in both hands and shove her onto you, every inch of your massive cock sliding inside in just a moment. Aphrodite yelps at the sudden spike of pleasure, and then her whole body clenches and she lets out a tremulous moan as you start pounding her pussy fiercely. You maneuver her around on top of you and reposition her hips so that each powerful thrust presses against her G-spot, and once you start hitting it the formerly confident, forward Goddess practically melts in your grasp.

“More,” she begs you in a whisper, as the fluids from her soaked pussy splash against her inner thighs. “Fuck me hard. Fill me up. Please, John, more.”

You give her just that. Your hands roam all over her body, pressing against her tits, her thighs, her ass, anywhere you can reach. Your cock drives home, again and again, and she makes a little whimper of arousal every time that you can barely hear over the slap of flesh on flesh. And you pull her in for a kiss, a sloppy makeout session that she leans into with all her might. But she only holds it for a few moments before she pulls away to throw her head back and scream as she gushes all over the place.

The two of you ride out her orgasm together before she slumps over and falls to the side, letting herself splay out on the ring floor, naked, dripping cum, and wearing an expression of total bliss.

“You know what?” she murmurs to you in her normal, out-of-character voice. “I’m not even mad.”

Your team wins a point for domination.