4+ Yes, you convince her

"Wait." You say. "You're from the Southern Reaches, yes? A barbarian?"

She sneers. "Barbarian? Pah! Yes, that is what some call us."

"Apologies. It is simply the name I know." You scratch the back of your head as you look this impressive human woman up and down. "So you were told I must best you in combat to get your ruby, yes? Combat finished and you will return home?"

She narrows her eyes as she looks at you hard. "Yes." She replies. "That is what I was told."

"Well then. There are more forms of combat than a fight to the death. Correct? Isn't it true that your people are famous for a certain...erm...unique form of wrestling?"

Her eyes widen and she slaps her knee. "Ha ha ha! You want to do that? Here? Now? You're kidding me. You are not of my tribe! You horny devil!"

Though you had never seen it you had heard rumor of a form of ritual wrestling her people performed during certain ceremonies. The gist of it was two combatants come together, oiled from tip to toe of their naked bodies, and they "wrestle" until one combatant can force the other to...well...cum. Whoever cums first loses.

"Ha ha ha ha!" She roars with laughter. "Here we are on who knows what level of hell and you want to...do that!? With me!? Ha ha ha ha!"

You shrug. "It sure beats a fight to the death, no? I have no ill will toward you and I hope you harbor none against me. You win, I leave without the ruby and a smile on my face. I win, I get the ruby and you've had a good time. Either way combat, with a clear and decisive victory condition, has been had." You peer upwards and add. "Besides. I think this Lord Grim..." She spits on the ground. You continue. "....has a perverted streak a mile wide. I think he would respect the outcome."

She looks at you a second, amused to the core by your bold suggestion, before burying her ax into the log she had been sitting on. Kathunk!

"You have yourself a deal Hakken. My people will never believe this story when I return! Ha ha ha ha!" She rubs her hands together. "Mmmm. This should be fun. I won't take it easy on you. I gave my word. I will fight to my full ability."

You nod. "As will I."

"You've never done this before. I'll have the advantage."

"I'll take my chances." You say. "Besides, I'm a fast learner."

Reaching up she undoes her shoulder pad and tosses it to the side. "I happened to have some oil with me by chance. It seems the fates are with us friend."

You unfasten your belt and let it drop to your feet. "Glad to hear it. Friend."

She flashes you a big smile. "I can't believe this. You know the rules?"

You shake your head as you peel off more gear and clothing. "No, I've only heard about it."

She nods understandingly. "Of course. Once we are oiled and have touched we must try to stay in bodily contact with each other at all times. You cannot purposely avoid contact with me. No oral contact to the cock or pussy. Also, no anal or vaginal penetration with a penis. These things are disqualifications." She gives you a crooked grin. "A shame that last one, but those are the rules. Beyond that anything goes." She carefully removes her boots and sets them with the rest of her paltry amount of belongings. In the buff she waits for you to finish undressing.

You look over her lean powerful body. Such magnificent curves! Such wonderful breasts and powerful legs. You now see her muff was as bare as the sides of her head. Shaved smooth and clean. You try to remind yourself of the seriousness of your task but you found yourself actually enjoying this. Her intense eyes, sparkling in the firelight, watch you with open desire as you strip down.

"You are a fine looking man Hakken Slash. A finer Race I've not seen in some time. You must have sired many offspring in your homeland."

You give her a dashing grin. "Flattery will not help you."

"Mmmm. Don't you know? My people cannot lie. Lies are for the weak."

You share a laugh. She takes clay flask from among her belongings and tosses it to you. "Here. You must cover every part. Even through your hair." Luckily the mist seemed to clean you even as it rejuvenated you.

You unstop the flash and pour some of the oil, olive oil you believed, onto your hand. You begin rubbing yourself down with the slick substance, much to the barbarians delight. Her right hand slides down her stomach toward her bald pussy, stopping just short. She bites the side of her bottom lip, lustful eyes scanning your every gleaming inch.

In a short time you are totally coated with the oil. You lean over and hand the flask back. Taking she throws her head back and lifts the clay vessel high above her head and then tips it. The golden liquid pours down over her head and thick shoulders and large breasts, slowly it drizzles down the rest of her. Once emptied she tosses it to the side and slaps her hands hard onto her breasts. With firm rubbing hands she spreads the slippery oil over every last part of her.

She glaces your way and note that your cock was a half mast. "Mmmmm, yes! That's the spirit Northerner."

She enters a grappler's stance and begins to approach you, hands held out ready to grab, her eyes locked on your awakening manhood.

You mirror her stance and close the distance. She reaches out and grabs your forearm. The battle had started!

***

You "wrestle" the Warrior:

• Make a Body check: 1d6+0 to best the barbarian and make her cum first. If you have the Combat ability roll the d6 twice and take the better result. If you have the Scoundrel ability you may also add your Mind 0 OR Charm 0 bonus to the roll due to the fact you know a few tricks to satisfy a woman.