Brush it off

Determined to be the benevolent monarch your father wished of you, patience would be your chosen route to victory. In response to her insult, you laugh in good nature as both of you continue to trudge across the flat ground of the steppe.

"Is that what you think of me? As a weak man come out of his grand, luxurious city to this remote shithole to prove himself by slaughtering a bunch of inbred shepherds and goat fuckers?" You retort extra loudly to attract the attention of several Eseni warriors gathered around a spitroast. You would show her that her attempts to catch you off guard would certainly backfire against her. The nomad pride within her would not let her back down from this challenge. As the warriors look up, you see her green eyes flare with anger.

"You shit-head boy-Emperor born with a porcelain spoon up your ass, you dare look down on people who actually hunt their own food!?"

She steps towards you while binding her flowing locks into a ponytail. It would be fair to say that you didn't expect such a furious reaction.

"I will prove RIGHT HERE that the supposed best specimen of an entire race of plant-eating, mouth breathers can't best a puny female in grappling."

She bellows while turning behind her and gesturing to her soldiers.

Uh oh.

Before long, a ring had been drawn up with both Eseni and Celestial warriors crowding the two of you. From afar, you can see the Eseni Khan's podium that held up him and his son. As the two of you back towards the edges of the makeshift arena, the crowd begins to chant for their respective sides. Astana lifts her trousers to her knees, exposing her toned, sleek legs, and crouches down, holding her hands outwards. You mirror and do the same. On the outside, your act of nonchalance is unbroken but on the inside you are a bit fearful. You have never wrestled in this barbarian manner before. Shaking it off, you reassure yourself. She cannot match your pure size despite her athletic, nimble body.

Deciding to add to the charged state, you remove your jerkin and expose your shredded, lean torso to the biting air. You stare into her eyes as you do so and you catch her gaze with a smirk. Flushing a bit, she gives an almost imperceptible shake of her head as she shakes it off and responds in kind, exposing her ample chest bound in a cotton chemise. Wow, how unladylike. You didn't get much chance to appreciate her stiff nipples in the cold before she tackles you by the waist.

Using momentum and pure ****, her surprise charge left you winded on the grass as she maneuvers herself. Taking advantage of her mechanical expertise, she began to wrap her legs around your neck as she pins your arm into position. The crowd goes wild as her side begins to clamor in victory and your soldiers yell for you to get up.

_This is bad. This is so- _Your thought is interrupted as her thick thighs constrict over your airway and begin to strangle you.

"Ready to tap out, your royal highness?" She yells to you over the commotion, clearly taking delight in seeing you suffer. Her grip tightens and you begin to see stars. You try to change positions but her arm pin makes you roar in pain. She begins to laugh as you struggle to extricate yourself. A burning, boiling sensation ripples through your body. You had not come all this way to be humiliated before the campaign even began!

Burning with rage, you flex all your muscles and jump to your feet, ignoring the pain in your arm. Her grip loosens for a second as you take her aback by the pure inhuman feat you are demonstrating. Taking full advantage of her pause, you swing her in the air, causing her legs to instead wrap around the sides of your neck, no longer constricting your airway. With your nose now buried within her crotch, you take a good whiff of her feminine musk and reinvigorate like a stallion ready to break a mare in heat. Your eyes peek down her chemise and see her flat, toned abs complemented by a set of perky, sizeable tits.

With your gaze reddened by adrenaline and testosterone, you finally extricate yourself from her clinch and slam her to the ground with a crack. Immediately, she falls limp and you deduce that must signal the end of the bout in your favor. As you stand up and exhalt yourself in a roar of victory, you quickly notice the lack of sound. As you look around you see everybody standing in an awkward silence.

Oh shit.