Round 4

When the Warrior cools off in her corner she summons a ring hand for some lubricant. She rubs it on & in her cunt, sighing deeply & staring at you. She throws the bottle at your face. A virtual order to use it yourself. You don't have to be told twice. Not blowing your load as the warm oil coats your cock is a greater challenge than you can describe, but you put up a strong front. Then your realise, this might be a chance to intimidate her, or at least throw her off balance. You throw the bottle back at her.

"Ain't you got another hole?"

'Oooh' says the crowd. She says nothing, only glares back & lubes up her asshole. The sheen of sweat on her muscles & dirty smear of body paint as she preps for a winner-take-all fuck fight would make an ordinary man cum on sight. You take a deep breath & centre yourself, which she breaks by hurling the lube back at you. Warrior gestures for you to use it.

On my ass? Really lady?

Yes, really. She barks a command to the ring hand.

"Bod Sleagh!"

They reach under the ring & produce the 'bod sleagh', which is to say, dildo spear. A 4 foot pole capped with a 1 foot cock. She stamps the mat with it & gives you a guttural cry. The audience roars with excitement. You're stone faced, but a twitch in your lips reveals your fear. Just in case, you lube up your butt hole.

That bloody backfired!