Almost Like a Strip Match

Your nostrils flare as you begin to approach Britannia. Oh, so many possibilities with this one. Well, time to get into the Vlad approach to things as you know that whether you actually win is secondary to how it looks to the audience. You grin, licking your teeth.

"I'm going to bring you to previously unknown heights of delight," you growl, "and then feed on your ecstasy."

"I think not, creature of darkness," comes Britannia's crisp accented voice, "I'll put you down like all others who have opposed the greatest empire the world has seen."

The two of you lock up in a grapple which you begin to gain leverage on, but only barely. Britanna is stronger than you'd previously thought. This one's going to be fun. You back her up and then whip her around, your arm around her neck, her back to you. You grind up against her thick buttocks, your already erect member sliding there sensuously, you nibbling at her ear and then licking at it as you hold her helpless.

"You taste good," you chuckle, "but there's other bits I'd like to taste."

You whip your other arm around and rip the breastplates off, revealing her quite massive boobs, quite a bit bigger now than they looked when confined. Britannia breaks free, her huge knockers swaying and bouncing as she retaliates, bouncing from the rope and hitting you with a drop-kick.

"How about you, Impailer?" she says, getting you in a leg-lock, "how about this big stake everyone goes on about. Can't be that big."

She reaches and rips your pants from your body. Now your gigantic member is on view and Britannia suddenly looks rather hungry for it.

"I'll enjoy this after I win," she says stroking you in a delightful way.

You reverse her leg lock on her, but she manages to grab the ropes, forcing a break in it. You whip her skirt from her as it's broken, so now the two of you stand nakedly, squaring off again.