She thinks it's that easy?

"I win?" I repeated, looking down at her.

Tifa was sprawled on the desk, her chest heaving, a sheen of sweat coating her skin like oil. She looked thoroughly worked over, her legs splayed, her eyes half-closed in satisfaction. She thought the bell had rung. She thought the match was over.

I gripped her hips and pulled out. A mixture of my seed and her juices spilled out of her stretched entrance, dripping onto the metal surface of the desk and running down her inner thighs.

I wasn't soft. The sight of her, ruined, messy, and conquered, kept my blood pumping. I was still rock hard, twitching with a second wind that only a Master could summon.

"I decide when the match is over, Lockhart," I growled.

Tifa’s eyes snapped open. She looked at my erection, then up at my face. Her confident smirk faltered.

"You're... you're still ready?" she stammered, bracing herself on her elbows. "But you just..."

"You wanted to be broken," I reminded her, grabbing her chin. "You wanted to forget about the Heartless and the defense grid. Well, we're not there yet."

I stepped back and pointed to my cock. It was glistening with our fluids.

"Clean me up."

Tifa stared at me. She swallowed hard. The fighter was tired, but the submissive in her was waking up. She slowly slid off the desk, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. She crawled forward between my legs, looking up at me with those big, red eyes.

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

She opened her mouth and took me in. Her tongue was hot and skilled. She licked the shaft clean, tasting her own musk and my release. She swirled her tongue around the head, looking up at me as she worked, her cheeks hollowed. It was a submissive, degrading sight, the strongest woman in Radiant Garden on her knees, serving me.

"Good girl," I praised, tangling my fingers in her damp hair. "But that's just the warm-up for round two."

I pulled away from her mouth. I grabbed her under the arms and hauled her to her feet. She stumbled, her legs jelly, but I held her up.

"Your tits," I said, looking at her heavy, heaving breasts spilling out of the bunched-up tank top. "They're famous, aren't they? Every guy in the district dreams about them."

Tifa flushed, looking down at her own chest. "They're just... part of me."

"They're tools," I corrected. "And I'm going to use them."

I reached down and scooped up some of the fluid leaking from her pussy, a thick, white and clear mix. I smeared it across her chest, coating her cleavage in the slick mess.

"Slippery," I muttered.

I stepped in and slid my cock between her breasts. Tifa gasped at the contact. She understood immediately. She brought her arms up, squeezing her breasts together around my shaft. They were incredibly soft, massive pillows of flesh that enveloped me completely.

"Watch," I ordered.

I began to fuck her tits. I thrust between them, the lubrication making it a slick, wet slide. I watched my thick shaft disappear into her pale cleavage and reappear, dragging her skin with it. Tifa stared down, mesmerized, biting her lip as she squeezed harder, trying to give me the friction I needed.

"You're so incredibly hard..." she whimpered. "I feel you... sliding against my heart."

"You challenged me, Tifa," I grunted, slapping her heavy breasts with my cock. "You thought you could handle the weight."

"I... I can!" she insisted, though her voice was shaking.

"We'll see."

I pulled back. I was fully charged again, the visual stimulation of her tits coating my cock in our mixed fluids pushing me to the brink of ****.

"Turn around," I commanded. "Bend over the desk."

Tifa froze. She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide with sudden apprehension.

" Ray..." she whispered. "I... I've never... that's..."

"Uncharted territory?" I finished for her. "I know. I can smell the fear."

I spun her around and pushed her chest down onto the messy desk. Her ass stuck up in the air, round and muscular. I looked at her tight, puckered asshole. It was untouched. Pristine. A virgin ring of muscle that had never known a man.

"Please," she begged, her voice tight. "It's going to hurt. I'm... I'm really tight there."

"You're a fighter," I said, leaning over her back, my chest pressing her down. "You can take a hit."

I spit into my hand and rubbed it over her hole, prepping her just enough. Then, without a countdown, I lined up and pushed.

Tifa screamed. It was a strangled cry of shock and pain. She tried to push up, to escape, but I held her down with my weight. I drove forward, forcing the head of my cock through her tight resistance.

"Relax!" I roared in her ear. "Don't fight me! Accept it!"

"It burns!" she sobbed, her hands clawing at the scattered papers. "It's too big! Get it out!"

"No."

I pushed harder. Pop. I broke through the ring. I sank into her, inch by agonizing inch, until I was completely buried in her ass.

Tifa collapsed onto the desk, sobbing. She was completely impaled, filled in a way she had never imagined. The feeling of being owned was absolute.

"There," I whispered, holding still, letting her adjust to the intrusion. "Now I own every part of you. Front and back."

"You're... a beast..." she choked out, tears streaming down her face. But beneath the pain, her body was already reacting. Her pussy was dripping fresh fluid onto the desk. The fullness was overwhelming her mind, shutting down every thought process except survival.

"I'm the Champion," I corrected.

I began to move. It was slow at first, dragging out of her tight grip, then slamming back in. Tifa moaned with every thrust, a sound of pain shifting into intense, masochistic pleasure. With every thrust, my heavy balls slammed against her pussy, sending waves of electric shocks through her nervous system.

"Oh god... oh god..." she babbled, drool pooling on the desk next to her face. "I can't... I can't think! The Committee... the grid... it's all gone!"

"That's right," I growled, speeding up, slapping my hips against her ass. "There is nothing else. Just my cock. Just your ass. Just this."

I pounded her mercilessly. I drove into her anal virginity until she was screaming my name, begging me to ruin her, begging forgiveness for ever thinking she could challenge me.

"I regret it!" she wailed, her eyes rolling back. "I regret it! You win! You win!"

"Not yet!"

I grabbed her hips and delivered a final, punishing sequence of thrusts. I felt the pressure build, the explosive need to mark her deepest interior.

I bottomed out and fired. I filled her ass with hot, thick seed, pressurizing her insides. Tifa convulsed, her orgasm hitting her so hard she blacked out for a second, her body twitching violently under mine.

I held her there, dumping everything I had into her, making sure she would feel me inside her for days.

When I finally pulled out, her hole gaped open, red and used, leaking my claim. Tifa slid off the desk and collapsed into a heap on the floor, unable to stand, unable to speak, unable to do anything but twitch and breathe.

She was broken. She was mine. And she definitely wasn't worried about the computer anymore.