Good, albeit a little odd

As Lara passed through the doors to the arena and stepped out onto the soft sand that its floor was made up of, she couldn’t help but marvel at its design. While no Colosseum, it certainly was an impressive sight, made from travertine that had been ornately carved and shaped in a faux Roman style. Rather than row upon row for the audience to sit in, the stands were primarily made up of large boxes in which they could enjoy the fight in relative luxury. As for their numbers, Lara took a quick estimate and guessed it to be at least several dozens, possibly even hundreds of them, and though she didn’t wish to pay them too much attention, she noted that all of them looked rather wealthy in their expensive suits or pretty dresses. They also tended to have that bored, slightly stupid expression of those with too little to do and too much money to spend. Another thing that she did note was that St. James had taken a seat in the largest box, located in the centre along the right sideline to provide him the best possible coverage of the coming spectacle. Lara could see him smirking at her appearance, and that prompted the awkwardness that she’d felt over her nakedness to be replaced by a more defiant attitude that manifested itself in her stretching her back and pushing out her generous chest.

Then the doors on the other end of the arena from where Lara had entered were pulled open and a figure came walking out past them. Bracing herself for the coming fight, Lara had to suppress a gasp when she scrutinized her coming opponent. Tall, blonde and muscular, the man who was walking towards her was covered in oil that made his body glistening, including his long, thick cock, which was dangling between his legs and fully visible due to the fact that he was as naked as she. Glancing at St. James once more, Lara thought that she now had a better idea of the reason behind his cryptic comment, but again didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing her staring at him, and so quickly turned her attention towards her opponent. While wondering what was to happen next and if there was supposed to be any sort of preamble to the fight that was coming, Lara found her gaze drawn to the man’s cock and she wondered if it was just her imagination or if it had grown larger since she’d last looked at it.

Hence, Lara was a little distracted, though not enough so that she was caught unawares when the man started charging towards her from a distance of five or six metres away, and she managed to duck to the side just in time to miss his first punch, his fist sailing through the air where her head had been just a second or so earlier. In turn, Lara tried throwing a punch at the man as he moved past her, but it was blocked by his arm, and both of them grunted as their arms collided.

“You’re fast,” the man complimented Lara as they started circling each other, separated by a distance of a few feet.

“Thanks,” Lara replied, bent forwards slightly in a manner that unwittingly highlighted the near-perfect shape and size of her bare ass, “you’re not so bad yourself!”
Quickly stepping forwards, Lara tried to land a sweeping kick against the man’s left hip, but he narrowly avoided it and managed to grapple hold of her leg, yanking on it forcefully enough to cause her to loose her footing.

“Ooph!” Lara groaned as she fell on her back, though she was fast to collect herself, rolling away from the man as he tried to land a kick on her in turn, sand having begun to stick to her back and legs as she swiped at his feet and managed to connect with them to send him toppling over onto his back.
Getting up on her feet, Lara abstained from trying to land a winning blow, instead backing away from the man and trying to regain the wind that had been knocked out of her in her fall while he too got back up on her feet.

“That’ll hurt,” the man remarked while rubbing his lower back.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t send you falling onto your stomach then,” Lara replied, the words having left her mouth before she realised it, much like her gaze had once more been drawn to his crotch without her wanting it to.

“Definitely,” the man agreed with a grin and moved towards her once more. This time, he thrust himself at her in an attack, trying to knock her over but failing as she was once again too fast for him. Lara however couldn’t get away from him this time, and what followed was some chaotic close quarters fighting that primarily consisted of them trading blows that both of them succeeded in blocking, though the effect of the half-dozen or so hard punches that impacted against her forearms were beginning to take their toll on Lara.
Finally, Lara managed to get past the man’s block and get her fist to connect with his ribs, making him groan with pain while she in turn winced at the beating that her fingers had just taken. She tried to follow up on that with a punch to his face with her other hand, but he blocked that while simultaneously slamming one fist into the side of her left thigh. It wasn’t anything to worry about, Lara thought, but it still hurt like hell.
Again, the two fighters distanced themselves from each other, both of them having to catch their breaths and deal with the pain, while the audience leaned back in their soft seats and were attended by St. James’ servants bringing them refreshments.

“That’s going to hurt in the morning,” the man remarked while rubbing the spot on the left side of his ribcage where Lara had struck him.

“Just like my thigh,” Lara replied, keeping a watchful eye on him to make sure that he didn’t try to attack her in mid-speech, “By the way, this fight isn’t to the **** or some silly nonsense, is it?”

“No,” the man allowed himself to chuckle at Lara’s question, “just till one of us can’t fight anymore.”

“Good,” Lara replied, once again having to avert her gaze away from his schlong, “and you wouldn’t happen to know how many of you I’m supposed to fight?”

“Who says you’ll get to fight anyone other than me?” The man said back with a grin, and started to advance on Lara the same second he finished talking.

“Good point,” Lara said as she dodged another fast punch. Her opponent was almost as fast as her and quite a bit stronger, and she doubted that she’d be able to deal with several more like him. Still, he was predictable in his attacks now that he was starting to tire, and Lara leaned down as she moved out of his way and managed to send a lightning-fast strike out to impact against his left side, hitting just underneath his armpit.

“Fuck!” The man cried out as he stumbled forwards while trying to turn around to face Lara, though the soft sand was making it all that much harder for him to manoeuvre properly while trying to deal with the pain, and Lara used this to land several hard blows on his chest and arms, pummelling him mercilessly before pulling back again.

“So, is it possible to surrender?” Lara asked as she circled her opponent, who stood still, keeping his eyes on her while moving his upper body muscles around and grunting in pain.

“Yes,” The man replied, then surprised Lara by the speed with which he shot forwards. She tried to get away, but he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight.

“Mmm,” Lara let slit a purr as she felt the man’s semi-hard cock press against her back, an involuntary reaction that was followed by a pained groan as the man pressed his arms tighter against to push the air out of her lungs, though he was careful not to apply any pressure to her tits.

“Sorry about this,” the man said to an increasingly breathless, “but it looks like I’m the winner…”

The next thing to come out of his mouth was a scream as Lara rammed her right foot down on top of his, making him let go of her. Slipping forwards, Lara thrust her elbow out behind her, moving it in a upwards motion that meant that it slammed into the man’s solar plexus, shutting and freezing him up all at once. Lara spun round and once more bombarded the man with several punches to his chest and stomach, before finally employing a sweeping kick to send him falling onto his back.
This time, Lara didn’t back off. Sensing victory, she leaped on top of the man, straddling his stomach and not realising until she was down there that her position meant that her pussy was rubbing against the underside of his cock.

“So, surrender?” Lara asked, telling herself it had been an accident when she moved her hips so that her pussy slid up over the man’s increasingly hard and already rather warm dick.

Struggling hard to breathe and looking like he had a hard time focusing his eyes, the man finally gave Lara a weak nod of his head and let slip a faint “I yield.”

“I think you’d better say that a little louder,” Lara insisted.

“I YIELD!!!” The man cried out, loud enough for the audience to hear it.

“Excellent,” Lara remarked over the sound of the audience applauding, thinking for a moment that she really should get off him, but remaining in place, feeling her pussy grow wetter and wetter against the man’s increasingly stiff cock, “I hope I didn’t hurt you too much…”

“I’ve been through worse,” the man replied, “By the way, much as I’m enjoying this, you probably don’t want to be caught riding my crotch when the next guy attacks you.”

“Right, sorry…” Lara mumbled out, feeling her cheeks get warmer.

“Don’t be,” the man replied with a grin as Lara rolled off him, and they both got to their feet.

“And now my next opponent shows up?” Lara asked the man while gazing towards the doors through which he’d entered. They’d been closed again after he’d appeared, and remained so at this point.

“In a little bit, but first I’ve got time to do this,” the man answered, walking up next to Lara and grabbing her arms. Thinking that he’d cheated her somehow, Lara was about to snake free of his grasp and start punching him again when he pulled her close and kissed her, getting her to moan into his mouth as their tongues met.

“Anyway, good luck, and I hope I’ll see you again,” the man said once the kiss was over, a cheeky smile on his face as he let a flustered and increasingly horny Lara slip loose of his embrace and began to walk towards the doors as they were pushed open to allow entrance to her next opponent.