She’s yours for the taking.

You grab Aphrodite and throw her into the center of the ring, where she lands roughly on her hands and knees, with her rear sticking up enticingly at you. You give it a sharp smack with one hand before seizing her panties and yanking them down, basking in the cheer of the crowd as you strip her ass bare.

“Well, I did promise I’d use lube,” you joke to her under your breath. Aphrodite looks over her shoulder quizzically at you, and you gesture down at your cock. Still slick with oil and standing at full mast, it’s perfectly primed for what’s next. The Goddess’s eyes widen, and her body tenses up in preparation.

Spreading her tight cheeks with your hands, you shove the full length of your cock into Aphrodite’s asshole. She gasps and heaves a deep, shuddering moan as you pound into her, and your tone matches hers as you thrust balls-deep into one of the ECL’s best asses. You’re not bothering to be gentle, fucking her hard enough to make her lurch forward with each thrust and make her asscheeks jiggle erotically in time with the motion.

“That’s right, John! Plow that arrogant slut!” someone shouts, and you glance around in the crowd for a few seconds to try to find the fan before realizing that it’s Melody (who looks like she’d be applauding wildly if one of her hands weren’t busy frantically fingering herself).

Inspired by the sight, you reach around under Aphrodite to rub her pussy, pushing two fingers inside for the briefest of moments to tease. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they come out soaking wet, and you take advantage of the situation by holding them up so that the cameras can see Aphrodite’s juices dripping off of them.

“I think she likes it!” you shout, and the audience gives you a rousing cheer of approval.

But if she’s aroused, it’s nothing compared to what you’re feeling. The tightness of her asshole around every inch of your dick is a sensual, powerful feeling, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through your body. Each is longer and more intense than the last until, with one final rush, you blow a huge load into Aphrodite’s ass.

You shove her away from you theatrically once you’re finished and raise your fists in triumph, drinking in the cheers and chants in your favor. “Try doing your little runway strut after that,” you gloat to Aphrodite.

“I like...a challenge,” she pants, grinning in spite of the domination she’s just been put through.

Your team wins a point for domination.