Melody claims her prize.

The crowd is going absolutely ballistic at Melody’s underdog victory, and she drinks it in, giggling at the almost awestruck expressions of the Goddesses.

“Well, folks, they say seeing is believing,” says the announcer. “But even though I saw that orgasm with my own eyes, I’m having trouble believing it.”

Aphrodite seems to agree; she takes a few seconds to even process what’s happened to her, as though she can’t even conceive of having been beaten at her own game by an upstart rookie. But as she realizes what she’ll have to do, she dejectedly starts to kneel down—

“No,” Melody says, with a commanding edge to her voice that you’ve never heard in it before. “On your back.”

As Aphrodite’s eyes widen with understanding of Melody’s intentions, you cast yours onto your partner’s face. Her expression looks like it belongs on a completely different woman—the awkward, embarrassed demeanor she’s shown before is absolutely nowhere to be seen, replaced with rapturous joy at her victory and a fierce sexual hunger that even her steamy encounter with Aphrodite hasn’t sated.

You’re not sure whether the prospect of facing her in the ring like this excites you or terrifies you.

Aphrodite meekly lies down on her back and steels herself for the coming domination. Melody barely gives her time to get ready, though, before pouncing on her and shoving her pussy right into the Goddess’s defeated face.

Your hand almost flies up and down your cock as your partner grinds herself against Aphrodite’s pretty features with reckless abandon. Seizing her conquered rival by the hair, Melody yanks her head up sharply so that Aphrodite’s mouth is sealed tight against the soaking wet snatch that’s dominating her, almost burying her face in pussy.

“God, I fucking love facesitting,” Melody gloats in a throaty, sensual voice. “Who’s the Goddess now, bitch?”

Aphrodite just moans wordlessly, and the vibration against her sensitive spots finally pushes Melody over the edge, and she throws her head back and lets out a primal, exultant scream of ecstasy as she cums wildly onto Aphrodite’s waiting face.

But even now, she’s not done. Standing up, she yanks on Aphrodite’s hair, and the brunette—by now too humiliated to resist—follows without protest as she’s marched over to the corner where you’re still masturbating furiously. Melody shoves Aphrodite’s face between the ropes, pulls her mouth open with her free hand, and looks at you expectantly.

It’s clear what she’s asking you to do, and you do it without hesitation—as pleasure courses through your nerves you shoot your load directly into Aphrodite’s waiting mouth, doubling her humiliation.

With the domination complete, your partner tosses Aphrodite away to scurry back to her corner in shame. As you look that way, you notice with satisfaction that Athena is trying, and failing, to conceal a spreading cum-stain on her panties, as she wipes her fingers on the turnbuckle.

“I think I speak for all of us when I say...wow,” says the announcer, having to speak up to be heard over the roar of the crowd. “Melody just put all her future opponents on notice. She may seem unassuming, but she’s capable of complete domination when the time is right.”

Melody takes a bow like a dancer on stage, getting another pop as she displays her thick ass to the crowd, then turns back to you and blinks, like she can’t believe her own senses.

“Um,” you say, groping for words. “Is it too late to cancel that rematch now?”

“Now?” she says, with a grin spreading across her face. “Not on your life.”

Your team wins two points for domination.