You have to cheat to beat her

Sekhmet extends a finger in a "come here" fashion. You shake your head, smart enough not to fall for that. The goddess of war is too powerful for you to beat in a wrestling match.

Sekhmet scowls and races towards you at lightning speed. Before you can react, she grabs your waist and suplexes you to the mat. In a flash, she wraps her thighs around your head, pressing just hard enough to stun you but not hard enough to ****.

You can hear your girlfriends cheering, but it's hard to tell who they really want to win. Denise is shouting for you to get up and not to tap out while Maven is screaming at Sekhmet to finish you off. You try to pry Sekhmet's thighs away from your head, but she's too strong. Her muscles clench even tighter, as if she's trying to teach you a lesson for fighting back.

"Foolish mortal," Sekhmet says with a satisfied growl. "You think you could beat me in a match? I'm the goddess of war! Not even Heracles himself could be me."

An idea suddenly pops into your head. If you can't beat Sekhmet with your strength, then maybe there was another way to defeat her. Quickly, you turn your head towards her waist and press your head closer before sticking your tongue into her pussy.

Sekhmet lets out a roar of surprise and pleasure. "What the - how dare - that's cheating!"

You ignore her and continue to lap at her bare mound. Sekhmet's thighs clench one in pleasure, but begin to let up as she moans. You push her legs away and try to climb on top of her.

She suddenly snaps out of it and flips you underneath her, pinning your shoulders to the mat. You're unable to move your arms anywhere. The naked beauty leans towards your face with a triumphant grin. "Clever boy. But I won't let you win so easy."

Her head is too close to your. You take the chance and lean up to kiss her. She's caught off guard again, letting her grip slacken. Grabbing her shoulders, you flip her over and pin her to the mat. This time, you don't let her recover. Your hands fly to her breasts and begin massaging them as you lean down to kiss her breast. You can feel warmth at the tip of your cock as it presses against her nude sex.

"UNF! I won't...you can't beat me in wrestling or in sex!" Sekhmet says.

Emboldened, you whisper into her ear. "Oh, really? Because I know all it takes to get you off."

You give her everything you have: massaging her breasts, kissing her neck, softly nipping her ears, and grabbing her ass to keep her from jumping up. Her hips ram forward, enveloping your cock inside her. You've been hard since this match began, but you refuse to let yourself cum before she does.

Sekhmet's hands scratch your back, leaving what your sure are huge claw marks. You try to ignore it and focus on her. She's scratched and bitten your neck before: you could tough it out for her.

"Dammit, Sam! I won't...you won't make me...oh...OH RA!"

A lion's roar echoes throughout the gym as Sekhmet clenches one final time against you and shakes in orgasmic bliss. The goddess goes limp and her arms fall to her side. You look to her right to see her hand meekly pat the mat three times.

"...and Sekhmet taps out!" You hear Pixel shout. "Sam wins!"

The girls cheer for you from the stands, some whistling in favor while others wolf-whistle at the sex fight they just witnessed. You roll off Sekhmet and take a moment to catch your breath. As you stare up at the ceiling listen to the cheers, you wonder how Hera felt about what she just watched. You lean to look and see her walking out of the gym. Her back is towards you, so you can't tell what her expression is.

A hand pulls you into a sitting position. Hathor smiles down at you, still naked herself. "Nicely done, lover boy! One down, eleven to go!"

You groan in anticipation. "I don't know if I can do eleven more of these. Or stay naked that much longer."

"Oh, relax," Hathor says. "We'll give you a break. you'll need your strength."

You breathe a sigh of relief and begin to stand up, but Hathor pushes you back to the mat. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Uh, to take a break?" You say. "You said..."

"Not right now, you're not," she says. "That little display of yours got me and the other ladies all riled up. And, in case you haven't noticed, most of us aren't wearing any more that you are."

Hathor climbs on top of you and kisses you as you hear the other girls approach the mat from the stands.