Taki

Both fighters drew closer to each other and both knew that the other intended to finish the fight with this final clash. Taki fully knew that she had the upper hand in this fight. Her training had been hellish and improved her in ways Mitsurugi could not fathom. But she also knew one wrong move could be the end of her.

Time almost seemed to stop, the air around both Mitsurugi and Taki growing still. While her own skill spoke for itself, she was no fool. Even though Taki was winning this entire time, she knew Mitsurugi well enough to understand he could turn the whole thing around in one strike. So she would put all she had into this next move. For the first time, there would be a decisive victor in this fight and she was going to make sure it was her.

The next sequence of events almost felt like a blur. Taki's eyes caught sight of Mitsurugi twisting his blade. With one swift motion, she leapt in the air, alarming Mitsurugi as he looked up in shock. Well, she made him think she jumped in the air. That was not actually her in the air, but rather an afterimage. She had actually performed a forward roll from her momentum and was now underneath him. He had no time to react as she shot both feet out and delivered an emphatic donkey kick to his jaw. The kick itself was not meant to deal knockout damage, but rather it launched Mitsurugi high into the air.

"This fight is over." Taki smirked arrogantly.

Following him into the air in a single leap, she grabbed his legs and hooked them underneath her arms while simultaneously hooking her legs around his waist. His legs still pulled back and locked underneath her arms in a vice grip, she took hold of his arms and pulled them behind her, locking them in as well. This made it so that Mitsurugi's back arched and he was in a sort of twist. Taki used the downward momentum and flipped rapidly with him in place, both of them descending further to the ground.

In a loud smash, Taki landed on top of Mitsurugi, piledriving him face first into the ground. She released his limbs and watched them flop limply to the ground. She stood up and dusted herself off, taking time to examine the defeated Mitsurugi. No opponent has ever gotten back up from that move, not even before she became this strong. She was confident that as tenacious as Mitsurugi was, he was done.

Groaning in pain, he slowly, painstakingly lifted his head and look up at her. "W-when did you become so strong? I w-was completely outmatched. N-not even a single strike landed." Even his tone was full of defeat.

With a triumphant look on her face, Taki placed a hand on her hip as she regarded him. "It doesn't matter now. You lost. So you know what that means right?" Licking her lips, a predatory smirk began to form. She had been waiting for this.

"Yes," A small smile grazed Mitsurugi's lips, as if he relished being dominated. "You won fair and square. Take my body as your prize."

Quietly chanting to herself, a mystical light flashed from Taki's groin. She had lifted the seal she used to conceal her cock. Now it was visible, hugged against her thigh by the skintight material of her bodysuit. She wasn't even erect yet, nor was her member free, but it still was an impressive 8 inches.

"Mm, I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this."