She gets up

I push her off my sword and briefly wish it hadn't come to this.

Then she stood up. Her Sword was now glowing bright red as her wound closes before my eyes.

Her eyes open as she briefly looks down at her stomach the wound stitched back together in seconds, she begins to pant, not like a warrior out of breath, but like a woman in lust. I felt my own desire grow more the as the sword grew brighter.

"You, you," Sahara began, "You beat me."

"Um," I said, "Sorry?"

She lunged at me faster than I could see, I tried to block with my sword but she disarmed me immediately and tackled me.

Now she was on top of me holding my wrists down with incredible strength.

"I-I-I need," She panted, before pressing her lips against mine violently, "I need you."

My cock pulsed as I felt her rub against it. Then I heard a voice come from her sword, "Yess, take him, breed with him, own him, dominate him," the sword whispered in a voice more seductive than the devil.

Sahara brought the pummel of the sword down on my head and I fell ****.