Take some initiative

It has been a while since you've hear her say anything, and judging by the glassy look in her eyes she won't be talking soon. You decide to try and hurry along your orgasm. To accomplish this plan you start thrusting your hips up to meet her. She seems to notice and looks down at you, but still she doesn't say anything. You find a rhythm where you thrust up as she's coming down, burying your cock deep in her. The first time you did this she paused again, and her look took on a bit of her usual contempt. Still, no words so you didn't stop. Her tiny pussy clamps like a vise around you, filling you cock with pleasure from the head to the bottom of your shaft as she grips it. She's so tight that you nearly pop out of her a couple of times. But persist you do, and you see her close her eyes as a new bout of leg trembling starts. This must be it. You rub her clit furiously and she stops, slamming down on you again with a wet clap. Her lips quivers and you thrust up in rapid, short pumps that create a racket of slapping flesh. She squeals as she cums, and you can feel her fluid dripping on you. You take that as your signal and explode up into her, blasting seed into her tiny womb.

Her eyes snap open again. "What...did you...just...do?!" she asks breathlessly. "What do you mean?" you ask, "We were having sex, that's just what happens!" She gets off of you, slapping you in the face. "I didn't tell you to come in me, pig! What if I get pregnant? Daddy would probably disinherit me!" It's not your fault she didn't say anything, though maybe you could have asked. You get off the bed and out of the range of her little fists. She takes the bag of coins meant for you and tosses it on the floor. You scrape it up, trying to grab the gold pieces that spilled out, though it's made more difficult by the fact that she's kicking you (albeit weakly) as you go. You get what you can and hastily put on your costume, jogging away from the wrathful girl. Evening is beginning to set in, so you head to the meeting spot.

It's late, and almost time to meet back up where the contest started. A lot of the others have shown up, with varying amounts of loot. You hope what you got is enough, but with the money from your little adventure you feel pretty confident. You wait with the crowd and mingle until the cart arrives. Everyone gets in, except for one hopeful who didn't show up. Oh well, less competition for you.