Sexy archery contest conclusion: Victory by internal cumshot

"Ah... AH.... AH! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" you no longer make an effort to control your voice as you build your pace, starting to bounce up and down on his thick, iron-hard cock faster than before. You rest your hands (and bow) on his chest so that you can lean back, allowing him to hit just the right spot inside you to get the right kind of tingle. He slips his hands forward and starts rapidly flicking them over your clitoris. Throwing your head back, you let out a strangled, undignified cry. Your thighs quiver and juice dribbles down over his genitals as you cum again. You are completely out of breath now, gasping desperately, and it seems like the wave of overwhelming pleasure goes on forever, drawn out by the way you keep fucking him all through it.

But then, it recedes, just like before, and the sensation, though less pleasant, is no longer crowding out all other thoughts. You lean forward on his lap, steadying yourself as before, and decide you'll take the time penalty if it lets you shoot properly. You line up the first one and shoot... inner ring hit! You've almost won, you just need any kind of hit now! You draw the string quickly and nock another arrow, resting your soft buttocks directly on him and squeezing tightly around the base of his cock. It must be your imagination but it feels like his cock just got a little bit bigger...

Just as you're drawing back your final shot, you hear a deep groan escape Jiro's lips, and you can feel his shaft start throbbing and twitching. SPLURT. You can't hear it, but you can feel the hot splash of his cum welling up inside you. You look down, eyes wide, and see his balls flexing against your entrance as he erupts deep inside you. The feel and sight is so distracting that your thumb twitches and you let the last arrow go loose... right into the nearby wall, not even clearing the window. "Ahhhhh~! Did you just cum in me?" you ask in a trembling voice, as if there was any doubt.

The older woman claps. "Well done, well done! Arrowlette ends with 34 points, a close victory even with that last miss. As explained, if she makes Mr. Assistant cum but takes her last shot while their bodies are still joined, it's worth another 10 points. If only he had held out just a few seconds longer, if she hadn't got a bullseye with that last shot, we'd be having Arrowlette as a guest in another fun game. But we believe in fairness and honor, so she'll be going free. I hope you all enjoyed our game, tune in to the next!"

Despite what you hoped, she doesn't flick the camera off, so everyone watching gets to see when you edge forward and gingerly slide off of Jiro's softening cock, a thick droplet of hot white cum already starting to dribble out of your well-fucked womanhood. Crossing your legs shyly so that they don't see any more of his cum starting to make your inner thighs sticky, you awkwardly smooth your white pleated skirt back down.

"Well? Don't be rude, Arrowlette," the evil woman says in a mocking tone, "don't you know cleanup is the woman's responsibility? Aren't you going to suck him clean now?"

"Let me show you my most important asset as an archer," you say, and extend the finger that you use for pinching the bowstring in her direction. "And that goes for you, too!" you wave it at Jiro as well. "What were you thinking, letting yourself go inside me like that? I'm not.... I can't..." still blushing and panting, you find yourself unable to say the exact words. "...can I please leave now? I'm not going to round up a hero team to take you down, I promise, I just want to take a long hot bath right now..."

Without much fanfare, the gangsters prove themselves to be true to their word. Although they keep your bow (darnit! and you'd spent a long time customizing that one), not to mention your underwear, they allow you to leave with all your fingers intact. It isn't enjoyable having to do the walk of shame through that house and past that awful old man and his daughter, knowing that anyone looking at you can probably see a dribble of cum running down your pale, smooth inner thigh. In fact, you can *feel* it already getting into the cuff of one of your boots. Ick.

At last the gate slides closed behind you and you're back on the street, with a long walk back to the League HQ ahead of you. As much as you try to focus on the positives, your mind keeps coming back to picturing the millions of sperm racing around inside of you right now. In hindsight, the risk of having it impact your performance makes it seem more worthwhile to have gone on the pill before you started actively patrolling as a heroine.

"Well... I'm Arrowlette, right?" you say softly to yourself as you walk. "When the stakes are really, high, I never 'miss'. ...I hope. *gulp*"