A tiebreaker round will determine the winner.

Your match with Lady Grace has gone down to the wire, and the two of you stare each other down as the clock ticks into overtime, knowing that the next person to score a point will be the winner.

But instead of preparing for her next move, Lady Grace speaks up instead. “I have a...proposal...for how we should decide the victor of this match,” she tells you.

You raise an eyebrow at her. “I’m listening.”

“A victory in a sexfight should be a demonstration of superiority over one’s opponent,” she says, “not some vulgar grapple. It would be a shame to end this simply because I pinned your shoulders to the mat for a few seconds. So instead, I propose a context of sexual skill. I will stroke you, you will finger me, and the first to give in to their pleasure gives up this match as well.”

You grin, and your cock starts to stir at the idea of getting up close and personal with Lady Grace once again. “I like the sound of that.”

“I can tell,” she snarks, gesturing down at your growing erection.

You hold up a hand. “But I’ve got a little modification to add to it.”

“I suppose you want to give me a handicap?” she teases you. “It certainly seems as if you’ll need it.” Her hand starts to drift down towards her snatch, rubbing lightly at it to give you a head start on making her cum. You realize she’s trying to psyche you out—trying to overawe you by showing that she’s so unconcerned about the prospect of you making her cum that she’s willing to stimulate herself just to make things interesting.

Leave it to Lady Grace to turn masturbation into an intimidation tactic.

You’re not worried, though. You have something else in mind. “None of that,” you tell her.

Her hand drifts away from her pussy as she looks at you curiously. You glance around at the audience, trying to gauge whether they’ll like what you’re about to say, then decide, to hell with it.

“You want a demonstration of superiority?” you ask. “How about we take this little fuck-fight up high? Whoever cums first won’t just lose—they’ll get hit with a power move from the top turnbuckle. Put an exclamation point on this match, one way or another.”

The crowd roars its approval of that, and Lady Grace looks at you with a spark of excitement in her eyes. “I don’t ordinarily rely on such acrobatics, but this is simply too delicious to resist,” she says. “Deal.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” you challenge her, climbing up the turnbuckles.

She grins viciously and follows, perching you both precariously at the very highest point of the ring. Her slender hand grasps your shaft at the same time your fingers plunge into her slit, and the challenge begins...