I CAN'T!

Your valiant Waterloo is over. Warrior's relentless sexual **** tears a despondent scream from your mouth & a long rope of cum from your cock. As predicted, it strikes her face. It also leaves a trail down her boobs & belly, replacing her blue woad with your white load. Her victory in hand, your foe releases her own tension by grinding on your leg like a horny dog & twisting her nipples harshly. She cums about 10 seconds after you do.

"To the victor go the spoils folks, & the loser too."

While you can't lift your head to look, you feel the depth of your breaths expose your rib cage. The Warrior poses over your face. Her efforts have pushed all her muscles to the surface & popped the veins to her skin. Sweat drips off of her onto you. Hands on hips, tits heaving, face happy.

"Close one there, aye?" There's no smugness in that statement, but genuine respect.

The striped official helps you to your feet & guides you to your corner. You have to ask...

"How much time was left?"

"You don't want to know."

The Last Warrior wins 2 points for domination.