Push her off.

Desperately you tried pushing Arya off you, afraid her dirty talk and the feeling of her warm, wet insides would set you off. Try as you might, no matter where you pushed, Arya would not budge. You pushed on her hips. No effect. You pushed on her chest. No use, although it was nice fondling those lovely breasts of her's.

You were pressing against her shoulders, trying to get her off of you, when your hands slipped across her lubricated skin and you found yourself gripping the gyarados's throat. Arya's eyes went wide and a soft gasp escaped her as your fingers closed around her neck. You felt her near instantly grow substantially wetter, and as the two of you continued fucking, she soon had your pelvis drenched in her fluids.

Knowing she would be in trouble if this kept up, Arya hopped off of you, chagrin showing openly on her face. "That was a dirty move human boy..." Arya said panting, her voice breathy and filled with lust.

"I'd say someone enjoyed it." You remarked, standing up as well.

Arya said nothing in reply as she stood before you trying to calm herself back down. Somehow you had turned the tide. She surely had the strength advantage here, but now you had a secret weapon. A secret fetish you could use against her.

The both of you heard a warning buzzer. A sign from the judges to get the match moving again. There would only be one more warning before the both of you were disqualified.