play with her a little first in the stadium

“Such a horny girl,” you say in a gentle, sensual tone, watching the scorpion girl’s eyes watch you in ****-boosted lust. “Better play with you now while you’re still under.”
“I’m… I’m…” she panted.
“I’ll have no arguments out of you,” you insist, leaning on one knee and sliding a single finger into her sopping wet pussy. Her legs spasm and she rolls her head to one side, moaning loudly as if she were already on the brink of another orgasm. You add a second, letting the two gently surround her clitoris and roll it softly between your fingertips. Helena is screaming in pleasure at the simple motion, and it’s barely another minute before she gasps, nearly sobbing in pleasure as her orgasm gushes over your fingers. You don’t relent.

You steadily keep rolling your fingers over her bud, letting your other hand roam up to massage her massive breasts and flick or pinch her nipples. It only makes her worse, and her muscular body may have hurled you aside if she were at her full strength. Instead she squirms wildly beneath your hands, limbs lashing desperately as though trying to find a handhold in the tiled floor. Her eyes are **** tight, panting wildly just to keep her body as active as it was. She was starting to orgasm even more rapidly.

“You’re a mess, Hel,” you say coolly, though you smile and admire the sight of your partner’s wild lust, rendered almost helpless from your talented hands. You glance up to see that everyone else is out watching the show, and decide to hell with it. Helena watches you as you free your hand from her chest, slipping down your pants and boxers in one go and straddling her.

“Does my muscle queen want it?” you offer teasingly, Helena’s breath somehow growing more rapid and heated as she watches your long member in **** desire.
“Yes,” she manages to whisper.
You lean over her, watching as she bites her lip in anxiety. “I don’t bother with weak women,” you say, though thoroughly teasing her. You haven’t seen anyone who didn’t look like Helena couldn’t snap in two. “If I give this to you, you have to promise you’ll wrestle here, and that you’ll win and beat that farmhouse whore and anyone who gets in your way.”
“OHHHH YESSS!” Helena wails, surprisingly seeming even more turned on by that idea. Maybe it’s just her passion for it, the **** amplifying her, or maybe she just wants to prove her strength and her right to have you.
“Good girl,” you say quietly, stroking her cheek just before you penetrate her. Helena wails outloud and throws her head back, and you feel a ripple through her womanhood as she cums within a few gentle strokes. Despite her heated pumping against you, you take your time, milking as many gushers from your lover as you can before you finally release yourself inside her, breathing heavy but not nearly as bad off as Helena. She’s in a pool of sweat, cum, and ecstasy, tail twitching beside her.

You both catch your breath before you offer her a hand to help her up. “Come on, champ. Let’s get you to training.”