FIGHT!

The woman in front of you tosses away her robe with a swift motion of her arm, revealing her bikini armor. Her plump breasts bounce back and forth as she poses in a fighting stance. She wields a huge greatsword and in her eyes the same flame as yours burns bright: she’s ready to test your capabilities. She extends her arm forward, inviting you to start the fight with a cocky motion of her hand, a smirk curving her lips.

You don’t lose time as you extend your right arm to the side, the symbol carved on your ring shines with a red light as a longsword materializes in your hand. You grip it firmly on the handle, entering the same fighting stance as her.

Not a word to be spent, it’s time to prove yourself.

You jump forward slashing with your sword at her in a precise move, your blade piercing the air and meeting hers with a loud metallic sound.

She blocks your attack easily, her strength is commendable. She starts pushing, your blades pressing against each other as she tries to disarm you.

You feel the adrenaline pumping into your veins, your heart beating faster and faster as you’re ignited by the thirst for the fight.

Moving the blade feels natural to you, like you and the sword are one single thing, bound together by destiny. The ring Michael gave to you glows and you feel the pulse, the thrill running throughout your body.

You fight against her efforts, using both your hands to resist, your feet rooted firmly on the ground.

You both keep struggling like this for seconds that feel like an eternity, trying your best not to let go before the other does.

Eventually, the woman in front of you lets her blade slide along yours as she steps back, already panting.

“Not bad, kid.” She grins at you, before charging straight at you.

You barely manage to block her strike: her sword is massive and she wields it with furious strength. Your blades keep dancing and meeting each other as you move around the arena, trying desperately to overwhelm the opponent.

Suddenly you feel something blooming inside of you. The thrill of the fight got you all excited, as you can’t help but stare at her, drops of sweat running along her toned body.

You find yourself struggling again against her sword, the ring around your clit starting to torment you once more.

Using your sudden thirst as a motivation, you put all your strength in the grip on the sword, growling.

Her eyes widen as she finds herself overwhelmed by this sudden outburst.

She falls on her butt, giving in, her sword flying away as yours gets stuck on the ground right next to her chest.

You watch her surrender to you as you climb up on her, grabbing her chin in two fingers to make her expose her neck.

“Not bad… kid.” You whisper on her tender skin, in a grin.