Fight Night (Calvinomic x lowblow emma)

[Calvinomic]

The Pit. That was all that their venue was known as. No one knew how it had started or who was running it, but seemingly out of nowhere it had popped up and become a rapid success in the underground scene. At first glance it seemed to be a typical fight club, but upon closer inspection, one could notice that the losers were not being beat to a pulp, but were getting fucked. Brutally, and without mercy. That's because in the Pit, the loser was not decided by who dropped first, but by who came first, though violence was still a key element. It seemed competitors found it easiest to have their way with their opponent once they were properly battered and bruised. This mixture of violence and sex seemed to appeal to the more carnal natures of many, and before long the fights were drawing massive crowds for an underground event. It seemed like each week there would be more people watching, to the point where bleachers had to be brought in so that a larger audience could watch the fight.

The title of "The Pit" summed up the location rather aptly, as it was little more than a shallow hole in the dirt of an abandoned construction site on the outside of town, surrounded on all sides by fencing to form a cage. Once two fighters entered, the gate would not be opened again until the winner requested it. This meant that even after the match was decided, the entertainment could go on for much longer, sometimes hours, until the victor had had their fun. The payouts for victory were immense, to where a single win could have someone living comfortably for months. Champions were said to live in luxury, where as losers often never found the courage to return. Initially this attracted many amateur fighters looking for a quick buck, thinking themselves talented in the sack. However, it didn't take long for prospective fighters to realize the costs of defeat. To be beaten in the Pit meant subjection to some of the most creative and sadistic whims of one's opponent, and even the most experienced fighters could find themselves retiring after a single loss. There was no mercy at the Pit.

Cameron had been a fighter at the Pit for a few weeks now, and had been on quite the winning streak. Just a week earlier he had beaten one of the top five female fighters, and this week she was notably nowhere to be seen. Rumors were going around that after her defeat, she had visited Cameron's home hoping he'd fuck her again, only to be turned away as a weakling. It wasn't unheard of for a dom to be turned sub after a particularly bad loss, but for it to happen to such a high level fighter was unheard of.

While fighters were required to be willing to face any opponent, the audience seemed to have a preference for seeing a man vs a woman, so the matches generally followed that pattern when possible. Cameron had no idea who he would be facing, but he stood confidently as he waited to be called up. His chiseled form was littered with scars from god only knows how many fights, both in and out of the Pit. He was a man who was both violent and sadistic, consistently breaking his opponents both physically and mentally over the course of a fight until they were only a shell of whoever had entered. There was no reason that he saw today as being any different.

The previous match was finally finished. The woman was just finishing pegging her defeated opponent, making him cum for the third time in less than half an hour before finally letting him off the hook, his face contorted in both pain and pleasure as she held up her arms in victory. The audience cheered for the victor, and taunted the loser relentlessly, calling him weak and pathetic. Cameron would have liked to face her, but the organizers were kind enough to never make anyone fight twice in a row. Surprisingly, despite the physical advantage that men would be presumed to have, the results were split roughly 50/50 between men and women. It seemed that the men often had a hard time going all out against a woman, and even when they did, they simply came quicker. This meant that any fight could go either way, with two dominant personalities clashing until one broke. It was incredible to watch. Once the Pit was cleaned up, it would be Cameron's turn. He still didn't know who his opponent would be, but to him it didn't matter. He intended to win regardless.

 

[lowblow emma]

Emma sat in what passed for a dressing room, idly playing with her clit as she listened to the screams of the loser taking his punishment. She knew what failure felt like, because she had lost her first five fights in the Pit shortly after it opened. Unlike most, though, she had come back again and again, refusing to give in. She was on the point of giving up, though, when she found herself facing the butch body builder who had taken her within the five minutes of that first contest. It was sheer luck that she happened to slip on a damp patch on the floor. Her opponent thought she had knocked her down and was standing, hands on her hips, legs astride, confident that she was on the verge of beating Emma for a second time. But pride came before her fall. Emma took advantage of her position, threw a fast fist into the woman’s crotch and, as she doubled over, followed up with an uppercut to her jaw, knocking the woman flat onto her back. When she came round, she found Emma standing over her with a long red dildo strapped to her belly. She whimpered as Emma fucked her and was never seen again.

After that, she gradually learned the trick. The sort of fights that took place here require strength and skill, but they required something else too. Self control, the ability to hold back from cumming, because cumming meant defeat. She and her partner had practiced, night after night. At first, he would take her to the edge and then pull back so that she steadily got used to the sensation of withholding orgasm. Then he would try to take her over and she would resist.

By this time, Emma was attracting large crowds and an equivalent share of the pot when she won. With enough to live comfortably, she limited her fights, coming only once a month, choosing days which would be most popular, and preparing herself by withholding orgasm for three weeks before the fight. That left her well in control of herself, but mean and vicious, as her opponents found out.

But everyone had their weakness. Her friend Vanessa was – or had been – a veteran of the Pit until last week she had been beaten by a new kid. He had found her weakness which was her masochistic streak and took advantage to knock the shit out of her before fucking her like a porn star. Emma was glad she had not been present to see her friend present herself to him like a bitch on heat.

Yes, all the fighters had their weakness and Emma knew what hers was. But it was something that she had kept carefully concealed from her partner, her best friends, from everyone, because if that ever got out her career here would end. That new kid had one too and one day some one would find out what it was.

It had been a month now since Emma had fought and four months since she had had an orgasm, even with her partner, who was angry and frustrated that she would not surrender herself even to him.

Emma took herself close to orgasm now, as she waited for the announcement calling her to the Pit, enjoying the build up and teasing herself with the possibility that she might – but no, although it had been a long time and maybe tonight would be the moment to surprise her partner by surrendering herself to him in the most intimate way.

 

[Calvinomic]

The male from the previous fight had been unable to get up and had to be carried out of the ring, not an uncommon result in the Pit. Finally, it was time for the next match to be announced. All fighters knew what nights they would be up, but they did not know who their opponent would be. And since this was the last fight of the night, Cameron knew that he must be up next. A skinny man who looked like he might have come out of Mad Max stepped in front of the Pit, holding an envelope which he brandished theatrically. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" he called out, his voice carrying over the crowd. "It is time for me to announce the final combatants of the night!" Cameron rolled his eyes at the exaggerated performance of the announcer, but he understood why it was done. At the end of the day, what mattered most to those who ran the fights was revenue, and putting on a show made money. It was the same reason that fighters who made more of a display out of a defeated opponent tended to get the more popular nights, and therefore the bigger payouts.

"Our first combatant! You may remember just last week when he made one of our top combatants look like a sex doll! He's a rising star in the Pit, so give it up for Cameron!" the announcer finished, and without much fanfare Cameron stood up, holding up a hand to the mixture of cheers and boos he received in response. In any fight, there were always those who wanted you to win, and those who wanted you to lose, so a mixed reaction was no surprise. "And his opponent, the woman holding the record for most losses who keeps coming back, it's Emma!"

Admittedly, this caught Cameron a bit off guard. Emma had always been a bit of a wild card. In most competitions, having the record for most losses would mark someone as less skilled, but in a contest like this, being able to come back after even one loss required a considerable amount of mental fortitude. A malevolent grin briefly flashed across Cameron's face before swiftly returning to his more stoic facade. The male had seen some of the woman's matches, and while she did have the record for losses, there was no evidence of them in how she fought now. It seemed that the losses had only made her stronger, and she learned from each one. The thought of making someone with such a strong will submit was the type of thing which drove Cameron wild.

Of course Cameron knew this match would not be easy, and that was why he had been training all week for this event. His training partner had been a woman that Emma probably would have recognized. Turns out the rumors were only partly true. Vanessa had come to Cameron for seconds, but instead of turning her away he had put her to good use. While she didn't put up much of a fight, she was at least good for training endurance. Like every fighter, Cameron had his weaknesses, but they were few and difficult to exploit. Still, he was always vigilant, knowing that one slip-up could ruin all of the progress he had made so far. After all his wins, he was living a life of luxury, and he'd be damned if he was going to go back to the life he'd lived before.

As Emma walked out, a projector pointed at a large white cloth played clips of both fighters' greatest moments. Naturally, all of these fights were recorded and posted online afterwards. On the web, the faces were blurred out to protect the fighters from legal issues, but here and in person all faces were clear to see. For Cameron, there were a variety of moments. One clip showed a scene of him ravaging a woman from behind while casually conversing with a friend who was just outside the ring. Another showed him holding a woman in a full nelson, her face giving the impression that she had cum multiple times in a row. Lastly there was a clip from just the week before, showing former fighter Vanessa being made to walk around the perimeter of the ring on all fours while Cameron held her on a leash. While Emma's clips played next, Cameron walked into the cage through the one door that allowed fighters in or out. The signal for the fight to begin was the door closing, and it wouldn't open again until a winner was decided. Cameron waited at the far end until the show was over, eager for the match to begin.

 

[lowblow emma]

Emma grinned at the sounds of moaning and shuffling from the corridor. The loser of the last fight was being assisted back to his room. She looked up at the clock. It had been a long fight, between two experienced fighters, but Tracey had got the better of Kirk in the end and she had then taken half an hour to torment him. He’d earned the admiration and appreciation of the crowd as he was able to cum three times in quick succession, but his cock would be raw now and his balls drained. Much to the disappointment of his legion of fans who all flocked around after a fight; there would be fewer tonight, but some were sure to want to console him.

It would take a while for the surface of the cage to be cleaned for the next fight, so there would probably be another quarter of an hour before Emma was called on. She used the time to go through her rituals. Every fighter swore they were not superstitious, but they had them all the same. First, Emma closed her eyes and remembered her partner before she had left. Poised over her, his chest heaving, his breath rasping, and his stomach muscles straining as he fucked her as long and hard as he could, pushing her ability to withhold her orgasm to the limit. But she had held out, as she always did, in fact she was finding it easier every time. He certainly couldn’t complain that he was deprived of sex, quite the reverse. But her lack of response was undermining his self-confidence and that in turn was affecting his performance. His stamina was as strong as before, but not his skill. It was maximum effort with minimum achievement as far as Emma was concerned. And she knew that that made this a dangerous moment in their relationship, which was why she had promised herself that tonight, after she had won this fight, she would let herself go with him.

She also knew that, if she lost and her opponent overcame her resistance to cum, that would put an end to her relationship. How could it survive the knowledge that a random male could give her something that her partner had failed to provide. She shut that image firmly into a box in the back of her mind.

With the image of her partner now firmly stored away, she turned to the task of selecting her outfit for today. She had a wide range of styles and colours, but avoided having a favourite or lucky set. She either went with her mood or closed her eyes and picked at random. This time, as she opened her bag, her eyes fell on a red bikini bottom and then, as a contrast, a white bra, sports style as fastenings were banned. She checked her appearance in the mirror. Good, shorter that many of the fighters, but that could be an advantage, well toned and defined muscles, even honey tan.

A few deep breaths to get her into the zone and she was ready to meet the guy who had forced her friend Vanessa out of the Pit on her knees. She walked slowly out of her room to wait at the back of the crowd until she was announced. Taking the chance to eye up Cameron before meeting him in the cage. Nice, good looking guy, fit and trim, dark hair, expressionless face. He carried himself with confidence, which was probably how he was feeling after a string of victories. Some fighters believed in psyching out their opponent, but Emma never bothered. Not that there wasn’t an element of psychology, just like any sport.

Yes, he was a good looking guy. The sort she wouldn’t mind spending some time with in a club. She adjusted her bra and slipped her fingers around the hem of her bikini. Everything was comfortable. She was ready and stepped forward briskly when the announcer called her to the cage.

She strode in and stood opposite Cameron who was waiting for her, letting her eyes check his body and letting him know what she was doing, but not revealing what was in her mind as she waited for his opening move.

 

[Calvinomic]

Cameron had seen footage of Emma before, but this was his first encounter with her in person. She was quite the looker herself, with well defined muscles across her entire body, but also the curves where it mattered most. Exactly the type of woman who would look even better beneath him, begging for mercy. The male smirked as she made no effort to hide how her eyes wandered over his body, presumably plotting what she wanted to do with him, just as he was doing with her. The time between when the fighters entered and when the door closed was the time for imaginations to run wild. Both sides believed they would win, but only one would end up being correct. Cameron was not foolish enough to think himself invincible, but he did believe that he could put Emma in her place. He also knew the stakes were high. He had seen what Emma did with those she beat, and it was not a position he was sure he could recover from. But those thoughts were not a concern. His confidence was unwavering. Several members of the audience called out to both of them, making lewd statements of what they'd offer to the winner after the match. This was common, as the champions generally had their pick of any post-fight encounters. Most people in attendance were the type that would gladly take the opportunity to have a night with a champion. Cameron had indulged on more than one occasion, sometimes with more than one person at a time, but that was only after a particularly easy fight.

There were a several ways that fighters could win, but they generally fell into two categories. Those that focused on the sexual side and those that focused on the violent side. Both were necessary to win, but each fighter was unique in where they fell on the spectrum. Cameron's style was to open with violence, and then transition to more sexual attacks once his opponent had trouble defending, though there were others who chose to focus more on sexual attacks, making it difficult for their opponent to focus and then delivering a ruthless blow.

While Emma elected not to attempt any psychological warfare, Cameron was not as reserved. In his mind, taunting early on made the eventual victory all the sweeter. The cockier he acted, the more people wanted to see him lose, and the more fun it was to deny them the experience. And at the end of the day, they were here to put on a show after all. "I bet I know why they put us against each other." he called out to Emma, loud enough so the audience could also hear. "You were friends with Vanessa right? She told me about you, at least she did when she was able to form words." Cameron taunted, watching Emma's reactions carefully to see if she betrayed anything. "When she wasn't moaning, I could basically get Vanessa to spill anything if I held her on edge long enough." the taunts continued relentlessly, drawing murmurs from the crowd.

While Emma was processing his statement, Cameron suddenly charged forward, moving quickly for someone of his size. His fists moved just as fast, first his left and then his right, both aimed for her face. As expected though, she was able to block these. Cameron did not stop there though, catching both of her hands with his own, he began pushing forward, attempting to overpower her with brute strength, or at least that's what it looked like. With the two of them locked in such close proximity, Cameron suddenly spoke more softly, so only Emma could hear. "Vanessa also told me about that special someone you have waiting for you at home, I wonder how he'd react if I sent him a video of what I do to you." he said, attempting to strike a nerve. While she was reacting to his words, his knee suddenly shot up, straight into her unprotected gut, knocking the air out of her.

After landing his first hit, Cameron continued to press the attack without mercy, swinging his right fist at her face while she was stunned, this time connecting and sending her back into the cage walls that surrounded them. He pressed on, unleashing a barrage of attacks while her back was against the wall. Head, gut, gut, chest, his fists aimed for any exposed area, sometimes connecting and sometimes not. Only after connecting several times did the male finally pull back, fist still raised in preparation of a possible counter attack. He wanted to gauge how much damage he had done, as it would give him an idea of how much she could take. The fights were generally much harder to win if your opponent got knocked unconscious, so he needed to weaken her without going overboard.

 

[lowblow emma]

Taunts were commonplace in the Pit, but if they weren’t aimed well, they could be counter productive. Reminding Emma of the fate that had befallen her friend Vanessa only served to remind her that he had taken a powerful, dominant female and destroyed her, humiliating her in the Pit which was the expected fate for anyone who lost, but also turning her into a personal slave which was not part of the deal. She should have been left to rebuild her confidence and self-esteem as she remade herself after her defeat into a stronger and better woman than she had been before, just as Emma had done after her initial defeats. Mentioning her partner was another misjudgement. He wouldn’t care about what Cameron did to Emma if he defeated her. It would be enough that she had lost, because losing meant cumming, and that meant she had cum for another man. That was something her partner would not be able to endure, knowing he had failed where another man had succeeded. He could not stay with her in those circumstances, knowing that someone had been better at him than satisfying her sexually. He was not the sort of man who could tolerate that.

His assault on her – because that was what it was, an all out frontal assault – was undisciplined, his arms flailing around with little care for where his fists landed or even if they hit her at all. There was no way to defend herself against a flurry of blows like that, except a sharp knee between those nicely toned thighs. That was a perfectly legitimate tactic. The organisers had discussed it, realising that no male competitor would risk the ridicule of wearing a box and concerned that this might give the women an advantage, apparently oblivious of the fact that women could be hurt in that quarter just as much as a man. In the end, the organisers decided that the women would be unlikely to abuse this tactic on the ground that the whole point of the fight was to make their opponent cum, and most guys weren’t likely to get hard, let alone ejaculate, with a cracked pair of nuts dangling between their thighs. It was an accepted tactic, though, although used with discretion and constraint. A gentle nudge to give a guy a good rattle was enough of a warning for most men to keep their distance.

The blows that landed properly stung Emma, but she was used to pain, enjoyed it even, like most of the fighters. They wouldn’t be there is it didn’t turn them on. They didn’t trouble her any more than gnat bites on a hot evening. What troubled her was being smashed into the cage itself and being rammed there again and again. It had jarred her spine repeatedly, which had weakened it and drained her strength. Not a good sign so early in the fight.

As Cameron pulled back, she moved forward away from the wall of the cage. Standing with her legs astride, hands on her hips, her mouth slightly open, and her chest heaving, she fixed Cameron with a gaze that she had used the first time she saw her partner. He was at the opposite end of a bar talking to his friends when she spotted him. Later, in bed, he told her that her constant stare was a challenge and an invitation, that it had made him feel as if he was lying naked on the floor with her poised to ride him. She hadn’t moved from her seat and her eyes hadn’t moved from his, even when he was not looking directly at her.

That was the look Emma fixed on Cameron, lips apart, her top teeth resting on her bottom lip, chest rising and falling rhythmically, eyes wide open and her nostrils flared. Would this draw him in and give her a chance to regain her strength?

 

[Calvinomic]

Cameron did not mind that his taunts did not have their desired effect. For him, they were still in the experimental stage of the fight, trying different tactics while defending against their opponent, all the while looking for a weakness that they could exploit. The male was also not using his full strength. Sure, it was enough to knock her around a bit, but even the audience could tell his full capacity. This was not out of any kindness, but simply an acknowledgement that the male did not think he could win this quickly, so he would have to make sure that he did not use up his stamina too early. While still being fully confident in his ability to win, Cameron respected Emma's strength, and made a conscious effort not to underestimate her. Since it was clear that taunts would not faze her, Cameron abandoned the tactic, and would need to pivot to a different strategy.

It was not lost on Cameron that Emma had the option of going for a shot below the belt, and it wouldn't be the first time the male had been the victim of such an attack, but this was simply a risk he had to take. While a crotch shot could gain one a brief advantage, it rarely worked out in the long run. Your opponent was far less likely to get aroused, and at the end of the day that was required to win. Furthermore, the last woman to damage his balls like that had quickly come to regret it. Turns out once your opponent has cum, you can hurt them as much as you want. It simply wasn't practical to be on the lookout the entire match for such an attack, and the likelihood of falling victim was low, so Cameron chose to take the risk, committing to the offensive for now.

And his offensive seemed to be working. Not enough to subdue Emma by any means, but certainly enough for Cameron to gain a small advantage early in the fight. But as he stepped away, the woman responded with a single look. It was a look similar to ones Cameron had been given by a number of women, some in this very Pit, but still Emma's look had a unique flare to it. Something that just radiated her intentions to be on top of him. There was no doubt in Cameron's mind that she was challenging him, and against his better judgement he was eager to meet her challenge. His eyes watched the way her chest heaved up and down with each breath, glanced at her lips with a not-so-subtle hunger in his gaze, and then finally back up to her eyes. Without a word, his stare accepted her challenge, and he stepped towards her, his arms remaining at his sides without any sort of defensive posture.

The voice in his head told Cameron that Emma was weakened, and that he could go for an early win right now. Whether that was his voice of reason or his voice of lust in his head was uncertain, but Cameron was being tempted. He walked until he was standing directly in front of her, both of them close enough together that they could strike if they so desired. Suddenly the male reached forward, strong hand reaching out for her neck, his intention to pick her up and press her back to the wall where he wanted her. If he could get her back against the cage again, the male was confident he'd have a significant advantage, which would allow him to go for the win. Still, he didn't have her yet, so it would depend on how good her reflexes were, and how she chose to respond.

 

[lowblow emma]

There were always two contests going on in The Pit. The physical fight between the contestants and the mental one. All the spectators could see the physical fight, but only the best were aware of the latter and of those a selective few were perceptive enough to try to follow that contest, the real contest from the moves the fighters were making or not making, like watching a game of chess played by masters.

For the fighters, the contest was more of a conversation. She had begun that conversation with Cameron, she was confident of that. She had drawn him in and they were close. So close that she could smell his testosterone. That was how she thought of it anyway. Maybe it just seeped through her pores. But her reaction was always the same, a tingling in her nipples and then a gradual stiffening. There was a rampant male in range. She would have known it with her eyes shut. She had sensed it at parties, in the street, in a lift. And she could always tell which man it was. The one who was closer that he should be, just that little more further into her personal space than was normal, even the confined quarters of a lift.

What was going on in his mind? Was he imagining taking her and forcing her to cum? A lot of fighters did that, a sort of imaging that helped them focus on their goal. She didn’t believe in that level of planning, this game was too unpredictable than that. But he has accepted her challenge and she could now begin to play the game on her terms.

How should she proceed? Some soft words, that was always effect, words that he would hear, but not the spectators, her lips barely moving. And all the time she could feel her strength returning, her back healing. She needed to distract him and she was sure she had the right words. They were formed in her mind and already too deliver. ‘You’re enjoying parading around, aren’t you Cameron, like a young bull in a farm yard with his balls dangling between his legs. Well I’m going to drain those balls and when they are empty, I’m going to crack them like egg shells..’ And she allowed herself a moment, before parted her lips to speak, to imagine Vanessa seeing her former tormentor crawling home as humiliated as she had been.

Had she betrayed her thoughts wandering? Or was it just chance? Or didn’t Cameron care about this mental contest? Whatever it was, in that second of distraction, he had grabbed her and she knew that her tactic had failed, and she knew from the look of determination on his face that he would inflict more pain and more damage this time. And worse, she knew that she couldn’t stop him.

 

[Calvinomic]

Cameron was all too aware of the mental aspect of these fights. More often than not, they ended up being the deciding factor. In a battle of pleasure, self control was more important than physical prowess (though the latter certainly didn't hurt). At such close quarters, the male's body began to get a mind of its own, his chest unconsciously puffing out to appear stronger, more appealing, while his lower half could not ignore having a woman at such close proximity, especially one as strong and alluring as Emma. Without any conscious decision on his part, Cameron's body was making the effort to appear more masculine, both to intimidate his foe and to attract the member of the opposite sex.

Of course, there were some actions his body was taking which were very conscious. The way his hand squeezed her neck just enough to make her struggle for air, but not enough to cut it off completely, was a conscious choice. As was the swift punch he delivered to her gut, again just enough to stun her. His confidence was growing. Or was it arrogance? Really the only difference between confidence and arrogance was the outcome, so it was yet to be determined. Either way, he believed he had the advantage.

Cameron told himself that the next logical course of action was to begin fighting with pleasure, as he had inflicted enough damage to allow himself some leeway, but really the male was just getting horny. It was an inevitable fact of these fights that the contestants tended to have stronger libidos than the average person, so as soon as the male believed himself to be dictating the pace of their engagement, he was eager to begin having some fun. Still, he wasn't so far gone in his animal instincts that he would just start tearing off clothes. No, he knew that there was a certain aspect of seduction and finesse in breaking an opponent. That was why he started simple. His gaze noticing her nipples beginning to peak through her top ever so slightly, the male quickly pounced on the perceived weakness, pinching one of the nubs with his free hand and tugging on it slowly. "You're right about one thing. I enjoy parading around. Your defeat isn't going to be quick, and it isn't going to be painless. And once your limp body has run out of the energy to cum anymore, only then will I empty my balls on what's left of you." he says as his rebuttal, the banter only arousing him further.

His fingers release the trapped nub, letting it snap back into its former position, as the male decides to go for something a bit flashier. With both arms, he began to hoist the woman into the air, demonstrating his brute strength by hoisting the woman over his head like a barbell. It was a move that one would typically see in a staged fight, where one combatant would drop the other on their knee. In a real fight it served little purpose, and opened the user up to many different counters, but Cameron simply couldn't resist trying to put on a show. After having had the advantage for the first portion of the fight, he felt like he could get away with almost anything at this point. Emma only had a few short moments to break free before he dropped her back first onto his knee, but after everything she had endured so far, would she be able to react in time?

 

[lowblow emma]

It was a mistake to stand so close to him.

This wasn’t physical attraction. Emma knew what that was like, had known since her early teens. The pleasure at the sight of a man, his muscles, his dark hair, his physique, the way he dressed or moved. Cameron had that, but that was nothing, not to Emma.

And it wasn’t love. No way. She knew that feeling all too well. This is what she had had with her partner. That desire to be with him, to share herself with him, for their bodies to become one as they had spent their nights drifting in and out of sleep, caressing and kissing each time they woke, coupling and separating, not knowing whether they had cum or not, drifting off into sleep and then waking in each other’s arms to carry on from where they had left off. That was love-making, not sex. And that was what they had had. Had had. Yes, as she stood inches away from Cameron, she realised she was thinking in the past tense. It was over between, and the end had begun when he ceased to be a lover and became part of her training regime, helping her to overcome the rush to orgasm until they reached the point where she never came with him at all.

No, this wasn’t attraction or love. What she was experiencing was his virility. She could smell it, taste it. Sure that his body was pumping out testosterone as his prick expanded and extended, as his balls clenched, hidden in his shorts. His whole body seemed to swell. This was his reaction to her and it was having its effect. No denying that. she now knew what had happened to her friend Vanessa, the star of the Pit who was now enslaved to this man. She had succumbed to his potency and Emma was beginning to fall under his spell. Could she resist it? Did she want to resist it?

Then suddenly she was choking, the air no longer reaching her lungs, as his hand constricted her throat, letting in just sufficient to keep her on the borderland of consciousness, where all her feelings were enhanced, only to release his grip and let her lungs fill, flooding her body with oxygen, engorging every erogenous zone and heightening her arousal even further. She swung between lightheaded confusion and desperate desire to relieve her feelings of frustration that had built up over the months of deprivation. And slowly her body betrayed her. Cameron saw her nipples begin to grow and immediately took advantage.

She barely heard his words, but she knew the gist of what he was saying, spelling out what he intended to do with her. and then she was flying, high, up in the air, over his head, hovering there, disorientated at finding herself aloft before she began to float and then to fall like feather tossed in the breeze. Until –

‘ARGH’

Her fall was arrested as she impacted on Cameron’s knee, a shattering blow to her spine, right on her already damaged back. Where she poised briefly before falling again.

‘UUGHHH’

She rolled off, landing with a thud on her chest.

Her immediate instinct was to rise, pushing her arms to raise her body off the floor, but her elbows would not support her and she slumped back.

At that moment, she knew she did not have the strength to roll on her back and open her thighs for Cameron to take her, as he had threatened moments before. But she knew that she had to find a way to take back control of this fight or find herself in a worse position that Vanessa.

 

[Calvinomic]

There were a myriad of tactics employed by different fighters in the Pit. Essentially all of them included some level of violence, but it was how they behaved outside of the violent acts which truly revealed their style, and more importantly, their character. A common tactic was seduction, the attempt at using one's body to appeal to the other's more basic desires until they lost control of themselves. Another was simple skill, a knowledge of the human body gained through study and experience which allowed one to expertly manipulate another's weak points. Neither of these were being employed by Cameron in this particular fight. He knew from watching past fights that Emma was not one to fall for seduction, and while he was certainly skilled, his skill alone was not enough to win him fights. What really allowed Cameron to stand out among the best and continue to win was far more primal. Emma had been right to compare him to a bull, for that's what he felt like. I bull who had been locked in a room with a female and told to mate.

Emma was clearly struggling to concentrate, not surprising given how he had cut off her oxygen. So far this contest the male had been leading the way, pushing his opponent into a corner both literally and figuratively. She was so disoriented at this point that she didn't even manage to retaliate before she was dropped on the male's knee.

Cameron grinned, his smirk betraying the sadistic nature that he was no longer bothering to hide. For a moment, he enjoyed the look of her body hanging limp over his knee, her body stretched out and on display for his hungry gaze before he shoved her off to let her land on the floor at his feet.

At his feet. Where every opponent before her had ended up in the face of Cameron's overwhelming might and sexual conquest. Where Vanessa had ended up only recently, and continued to remain to this day. In his mind, Cameron was already planning what he would do once he'd won. A dangerous thing to do so early in the fight, but he was feeling confident enough to start entertaining ideas. Would Emma end up like Vanessa, begging for more even after the fight was over? Probably not. Someone who had already lost a fight and come back anyway was unlikely to be permanently broken by a single fight. But maybe Cameron could let her challenge her to a rematch. With enough defeats, he might be able to break her permanently.

He shook his head and freed himself of those thoughts for the time being, saving them for later. For now, there was still work to do. Reaching down, the male took the opportunity to yank his opponents shorts off of her stunned body. But he was not so rude as to leave her naked alone. His own shorts were quick to follow. As Cameron tugged them down to his ankles, his cock was dragged down with them, bending downwards until finally breaking free of the confines and springing back into the air, at attention. His balls hung heavy beneath the shaft, swaying like two wrecking balls in the open air. This drew some whistles from the crowd, which Cameron winked at and blew a kiss. Always a showman.

Enough playing around though. Kneeling down behind Emma, Cameron took hold of her hair with one hand, holding it firmly and pressing her face into the floor to hold her in place while his other hand lifted her lower half into the air with little effort, letting her rest on her knees but with her face still pressed into the floor. And there he was, positioned behind her, with a lovely view of her from behind. His cock rested on the peak of her ass as it protruded into the air, clearly tired of waiting. At this point the male's confidence was at its peak. Every exchange had gone his way so far, and as far as he could tell Emma was quickly running out of fight. Cameron felt like his victory was guaranteed, but of course it wasn't. While comebacks were rare, they were certainly possible, and Cameron had even managed a comeback from a seemingly hopeless situation back in his very first fight at the Pit. But ego had taken over, and Cameron didn't think there was anything to be worried about anymore. His hips moved slowly as his monstrous girth slid up and down between the cheeks of her ass, pushing them apart. "If you beg for me, I'll finish you faster." he taunted. Definitely at peak arrogance.

 

[lowblow emma]

Emma lay on the floor feeling like a broken doll. She had crashed onto Cameron’s knee and sustained a jarring impact when she was rolled onto the floor. She was only dimly aware of her short being stripped from her hips and her feet being pulled into the air as they were torn off her. She was naked now, apart from her top. At least, she felt, this was a relief – Cameron would now be taking the fight to a sexual level. And – the cheer told her that he had stripped himself off to the evident delight of the crowd – was busy showing off and thereby giving her a chance to recover her senses.

But her respite did not last long before her face was ground into the dirty floor and her ass pulled into the air, presenting her like a bitch on heat and there was no mistaking the sensation of a stiff cock probing around her rear entrance.

The audience would see anal rape as a degradation for her, but she was not bothered. Anal never did anything for her, although she had often enough put on a performance to entertain the audience and convince her opponent that he might be in with a chance of making her cum. There might even be a chance that he would cum himself, although she doubted that he was that naïve at this game.

So she could just lie here and let him waste his energy while she recovered, but she knew that that was not really an option. She needed to get the crowd on her side and she could only manage that by taking the initiative. Which meant that she would have to force herself off the floor.

She pushed her hands under the shoulders and began to force herself up, against the resistance of Cameron’s hand pressing her head down. The torn muscles of her back stretched and her biceps strained as she will herself to ignore the pain and bring all her strength to bear. And slowly, slowly but sure, she felt herself lifting off the floor. her chest was heaving as she fought for air to sustain her effort and sweat began to run down her face.

Cameron was still trying to push her back down, but with only one hand he was limited in the amount of power he could apply. His cock was still probing and she knew she was in danger of being penetrated as she struggled to obtain an advantage, but maybe, just maybe she could use that to her advantage. With her opponent trapped by his cock in her tight ass, she might be able to gain the initiative. She wasn’t sure how, but desperation was the mother of inspiration, or something like that.

 

[Calvinomic]

While the male may have been rubbing his length between her ass cheeks, his intentions were not to take that hole quite yet. Cameron was experienced enough to know that while anal play could sometimes bring pleasure, it was nowhere near as reliable for creating pleasure as the folds that were directly next to it. Many in the audience hooted and hollered for him to start fucking her already, shouting out a myriad of suggestions of things he could do to her. But this was Cameron's fight, and he was going to take the path that he believed gave him the greatest chance at victory. Once he had won, he'd have all the time in the world to try out more creative actions.

Though there might be many in the crowd that were already counting Emma out, Cameron had seen her fight enough times to know that she had a knack for comebacks, and he fully intended to deny her any opportunity to turn things around. Still, that was easier said than done. Despite all of the abuse that she had endured up to this point, Emma defied all odds and began to push herself back up from the position he had tried to keep her in. The male may have been stronger, but it was not by enough that he could overpower her with one hand.

But the male was too eager at this point to stop his next actions. Lust was overcoming reason, so instead of focusing on putting a stop to her resistance, he simply continued to do his best to hold her down with one hand while the other hand took hold of his own cock. "Fine, you want people to see your face? So be it." he growled, unable to stop her from getting up on all fours. But this position was not enough to stop him from pushing his cock into her awaiting cunt, slowly pushing into her folds and stretching them apart with his unnatural girth.

Cameron's hope was that the woman's resistance would falter upon the sudden intrusion of his length, but there were no guarantees. She was a professional, but even professionals would often falter when experiencing him for the first time. It would all come down to how much self control she possessed, as well as how much experience she had with men like him.

"Why don't you entertain our audience and moan for me." he growled. He was now sitting on his knees behind Emma who was still on all fours. If she continued to push against him, she would eventually have her back against his chest. His cock was taking its time, only half way in to her so far. This was less because of any mercy and more because her tightness required him to take his time lest he cause some real damage. Opponents tended to be less likely to climax if they suffered internal damage.

It seemed miraculous that she could still put up so much of a fight directly after a back breaker, but recoveries like this were what she was famous for. If the male was too quick to count her out, she would inevitably turn the tables on him.

 

[lowblow emma]

Size matters. All the women who fought in the Arena agreed on that. And Emma was no exception. Nothing grotesque but a decent length and girth. In their private lives, their preferences varied as much as you would expect among any group of women, some favouring length, others thickness, others neither and more concerned with skill. But a fight was different from a relationship based on love and respect, or just plain unadulterated lust.

Everyone was vulnerable to the erotic power of the combat that took place, a combat with one purpose: to break the other’s resolve not to give in to sexual fulfilment. At least not until the other had succumbed. But Emma had repressed her natural instincts in both the Arena and her relationship, to the point that she sometimes wondered if she would ever be able to let herself give in to those feelings, condemned for ever to live on the brink.

But as Cameron’s cock prised her labia apart and eased its way in she knew that that was not the case. At first she bit her lip to prevent her expressing her pleasure silently savouring his slow progress inch by inch as his head opened the passage for the shaft to widen as it entered her cunt. She was on all fours, her back arched, her head held back when she knew she could control herself no longer.

‘Aaahhhh,’ she amplified her long sigh so that it would be heard at the back of the Arena. ‘Ooooohhhh,’ she could feel Cameron’s cock twitch at the pleasure he was forcing from her. ‘Ye-ye-yeeee-ssssss,’ she reacted to a further thrust. Soon she would feel his balls bang against her thighs. Her sighs and moans and pleas were genuine but she exaggerated them for effect, to lull him into a sense of imminent victory and to boost his ego at the effect he was having on this seasoned fighter. Deceiving him at how vulnerable she was and, at the same time, unseen by the spectators, she worked her cunt muscles tightening them on his cock and sending ripples through them that massaged the sensitive shaft as it she were licking it with broad laps of her tongue.

This was dangerous, risking heightening her own arousal beyond her control. She would be able to maintain her self-control; she was sure of that.

 

[Calvinomic]

Finally the battle had arrived at the moment which the entire audience, and often the fighters themselves, had eagerly waited for. Up to this point the male had been putting on a dominant performance, having sustained essentially no damage and now taking the position of control in their next exchange. Still it was not enough to guarantee victory. Too many times the male had witnessed a fighter become too excited after an early lead and succumb to a sudden turn of the tide. Being dominant was not the same as being victorious, but even though the male was aware of this fact, he couldn't help but be a little cocky in this moment. Everything had gone his way so far, and he believe this pattern would continue to hold.

While his goal was to pleasure the woman beyond her own control, this tactic he had chosen was a risky one, as it exposed him to pleasure as well. The safest option would have been to pin the woman down and then use the expert touch of his fingers and tongue to push her over the edge, but again the male's arrogance pushed him to choose the riskier option, the one that would put on more of a show. And god did she feel good. Her cunt gripped him tightly despite her extensive experience, and the male struggled to control his own moans as he slid in to her. Though he managed to control them for now, remaining silent and stone-faced as his balls finally reached her backside.

While the male knew that his opponent's moans were exaggerated, they weren't entirely faked either. And even though Cameron knew that the sounds he elicited from his opponent were exaggerated, that didn't completely nullify their effect on him. The uncontrollable moans of a woman were simply too much for him to ignore, and his cock responded by throbbing within the tight cunt of his opponent. However, some moans alone would not be enough to push him over the edge, and for now he was still completely in control, of both his opponent's body and his own.

Cameron was just about to begin pulling his cock back when suddenly Emma's cunt tightened even further. It was not unusual for female fighters to have worked out such areas for situations like these, but this was the first time Cameron had felt it executed so expertly. It was as if there was a tongue in her cunt lapping at his cock, and the male showed his first sign of weakness so far in the fight as he let out a sudden groan. "Ugh... fuuuck..." he groaned out as her cunt worked him over. But the moment of weakness was only that, a moment. The male shook his head and quickly recovered, pushing past the pleasure to resume his motion. He would not be broken so easily. Since he was in the dominant position, he could control the pace of their exchange, pulling out when he felt he might be in danger, and setting the pace for the next stage, though that would require him to have the self-control to pull back when necessary.

For now, the male felt confident that he could continue despite the surprising pleasure that his opponent had caused. He continued to pull back, to the point that his tip was just about to leave the woman's folds, before suddenly slamming his entire length into her at once, his balls coming crashing into her backside like wrecking balls and sending her entire body lurching forward. The male repeated this motion over and over again, slowly pulling back before slamming his massive cock into her with reckless abandon. Each time she was sent jerking forward, the mounds of her chest swaying as the crowd cheered him on, encouraging him to let loose already. But the male knew better than to go all out at once. If he was going to break someone with as much self-control as Emma, he would need to take his time.

 

[lowblow emma]

Cameron’s cock pistoned into Emma’s cunt, forcing her to spread her legs wide to take him in, his balls banging into her ass and making her thighs shake with each thrust that pushed her forward with her tits swaying. Only to withdraw slowly until the tip of his cock barely lodged between the furls of her labia, holding it there to torment her before thrusting home again.

She felt his cock head shivering in anticipation and guessed that he was finding it difficult to control himself before each thrust as she was when it was delivered. She’d been in fights in which the end had come like this, with each contestant hovering on the edge of surrender. The crowd that been silent then, watching intently as the end game played out before two seasoned fighters. But not now. they were cheering each thrust and clapping along with the rhythm. This was too soon for the finesse of a chess game. They wanted something more vigorous, more cut and thrust.

Emma sensed the crowd losing patience with her, waiting for her to make a move and take control. she had to pick her moment and not let Cameron realise what she was planning. So she cried out and moaned with each thrust, and pushed her ass up to receive each new thrust. Until-

Until, when Cameron was at his most vulnerable, his cock on the point of a new penetration. Then she moved, fast, throwing her full weight into one powerful move, pulling away from him and thrusting herself off to the side, to roll away.

She hoped that she would have time to move in on Cameron, to take the initiative, but at worst, even if he came after her too fast, she would be facing him and have a chance to control him more than in her present position.

The crowd gasped at her sudden move and held their breath as they watched this sudden manoeuvre play out.

 

[Calvinomic]

Cameron was in heaven. There was nothing in this world he enjoyed more than having a powerful woman beneath him, at his mercy. To the untrained eye, it probably appeared as if Cameron was drilling Emma without a care in the world, but the male was not so naive. It was not unheard of for a fighter to be in an advantageous position but then get carried away and blow their load prematurely. So he was deeply focused, both on the woman’s reactions and his own pleasure. Cameron’s mind raced as he observed Emma’s every reaction, attempting to distinguish between the real and fake responses, all the while monitoring his own pleasure, not pushing himself to far too quickly.

However, with the intense focus he had on their pleasure, he had neglected to keep an eye out for her counterattack. With things having gone his way for so long, he had almost forgotten who he was up against, and how she was famous for turning around situations just like this one.

Her timing was perfect, choosing the moment when the male was preparing to thrust forward once again to throw herself free from his pin. The sudden move surprised Cameron with its strength, and he fell backwards, frustrated at having been denied his prey. It took him a brief moment to recover, but that was enough for Emma to get back on her feet. Now he had to worry about her next move, so he scrambled to his feet, hoping he would have enough time to regain a strong stance.

The crowd roared at the exciting development, glad to see that this match wasn’t going to be as one sided as they first thought. But so far Emma had only managed to break free. It was still a far cry from actually overpowering the male, let alone defeating him.

 

[lowblow emma]

Emma moved in fast, as fast as she could. No time to waste. No chance for Cameron to recover. She wanted him, so badly, more badly than she had ever wanted a fighter in the Pit before. But not now, not until she had established control. And he had lost control. Then and only then would she give in to him.

He wasn’t the best lover she had had, not the most subtle by any means. Still rather young, his movements still relying on power than on reading her body and its needs. But it had had its effect on her and she was lucky to escape.

All these things mingled in her mind as she moved, closing the distance swiftly while he was still off balance, mentally and physically. As she moved, she first his sweat, next his musk, then her own cunt sauce that glistened on his cock. She dropped to her knees and gobbled his cock, throating him and digging her teeth into his shaft.

Bobbing now, up and down, dragging her teeth across the flesh that had pounded her so recently and still tasted of her juice. Always ready to snap her jaws tight if he showed the slightest sign of pulling away. Her hands should be working his balls but she was fighting the instinct that drew them to her own crotch to carry on where he had left often a matter of seconds ago.

Finally, by force of will, she reached out and grabbed his balls, pulling, squeezing, twisting them, not so hard to calm him down, hard enough to heighten his arousal.

But the only thing keeping her own desire in control was the sense of alert she felt to prevent him taking advantage of any lapse on her part.

 

[Calvinomic]

It all came to Cameron as a blur. One moment everything was going his way, and his broken opponent was on their way to a complete defeat. Then, in the matter of a couple of seconds, everything was flipped on it’s head. As the male stumbled, he fell back into the cage walls of their arena, but no sooner had he felt the cold metal on his back then his opponent had caught up with him. The fact that she could move so fast even after all the abuse he had put her through was nothing short of miraculous.

The next sensation Cameron felt caused his back to arch and an involuntary moan to escape his lips as Emma took his entire length straight down her throat. While deep throating was commonplace in the Pit, the ease with which Emma took in his massive cock was a new experience for Cameron. Even the most seasoned veterans typically needed to warm up to him. He felt the back of her throat crash into his cock over and over again as he tried to collect himself.

Even after regaining his senses, Cameron was still in trouble. The light graze of Emma’s teeth made a clear threat. ‘Do something I don’t like and you’ll regret it.’ she said without words, and it was enough to make him hesitate. Cameron had no doubt that she would follow through, but this was not a good time for hesitation. The cock in Emma’s mouth throbbed, still eager from the brutal fucking he had been giving her only moments earlier, still hovering near the edge. If she was starting cold, Cameron could hold out for a substantial amount of time, but with all the stimulation he was already in dangerous territory.

The crowd had turned on him almost immediately, clearly excited to see the cocky male finally struggling. But these fights weren’t popularity contests. Being liked garnered no advantages. Still, Cameron was annoyed at having the audience root against him, some calling out with comments like “Serves you right bitch!” And “After he cums fuck his ass!”

While Cameron wracked his brain for a way to escape, he decided to try some mental warfare, knowing that Emma had not walked away from their encounter unscathed. “Your boy toy ever fuck you as hard as I did? Bet you already miss me having my way with you.” He growled out, knowing that it was unlikely to really phase her, but all he wanted was the smallest window to shake her off.

 

[lowblow emma]

We’re in the endgame now. This is the moment when the contest is like a game of chess, to be appreciated only by the connoisseurs in the audience. Those were aren’t attuned to the subtleties just don’t understand what is going on, get bored, and start to shuffle and mumble. What is really going on here is mostly hinted, to be known only by the slightest of indications.

Earlier in the fight, Cameron would have been openly tormenting me about his prowess, taunting me loud enough for the people at the back to hear. Not now. His is talking just to me. It’s a mind game and he is trying to get into my head, to get me to give in to the feelings that he knows are setting my cunt on fire, feelings that he created by the powerful fucking that he just delivered.

But I am wise to his game. Of course, he is right about how good he is, but that isn’t the point. The point is about winning and winning means postponing that pleasure, which I will undoubtedly enjoy, until later, when he has cum down my throat and I have stood back for the crowd to see him dump his load into the air, and over my hair and face, and down my tits, until I knock him on his back, and mount him, and ride him while he is still hard enough so that I can finish myself off and drain him of every last sperm in his balls.

And that is what is in his mind, his great fear, that that is how this contest will end, and that he must do anything he can to prevent it. But doing anything is going to put his precious cock at risk from my teeth.

If I weren’t throating him, I’d taunt him back. I’ve majored in that trick. But I can’t, so my response has to be physical.

I pull back my head, keeping a tight grip on his shaft with my teeth until they reach the hammer head, where they dig in, sending him the message that he is going no further. Then my tongue begins to play, teasing his cock lips, pushing them open, then circling the head, before coming up underneath, to work slowly and inexorable on that most sensitive spot. Meanwhile my fingers play with his balls, rolling, stroking, scratching, and, just as a reminder of what will happen if he tries to pull a fast move on me, squeezing hard.

And, just for good measure, I slide a middle finger back from his balls, up towards his asshole, scratching around it, probing inside. The crowd behind him catch the movement and begin to cheer. Their former favourite is about to get his cock chewed off and his ass fucked. Now that will be some ending.

 

[Calvinomic]

How did this happen?

The male asked himself this question as he continued to fight to hold himself back from the orgasm he so desperately wanted. It felt like only moments ago that he had been breaking her over his knee and then having his way with her, but somehow that hadn’t been enough. She had recovered and come back swinging, and now his undefeated streak was at risk of actually being broken. Up to this point, Cameron hadn’t even entertained the possibility of losing, but now it seemed almost inevitable.

He had had such fantasies of what he would do when he was done with her. Parade her around, show off his prize, and make her cum over and over again until she passed out, and then one more time while she was unconscious. Maybe even having some more fun after the match was over. That all seemed so distant now.

Her tongue is incredible. Nimble and talented, it makes movements that Cameron did not think a tongue was capable of. Moans continue to leak past his lips at this point, a humiliating display for the male. And her fingers worked just as much magic, toting with his balls and adding just the right amount of pain to arouse him further before slipping into his vulnerable ass. It was not the first time that Cameron had been touched there, but it was rare enough that it still sent shivers up his spine from the slightest touch. His cock was throbbing relentlessly now, and his time was just about up.

Cameron had put in to much work to get to the position he now held to give up without a fight. There were no longer any safe plays, only incredibly risky ones. But at this point it was either take a risk or submit to defeat. With the crowd still rooting against him, Cameron let out a long, loud moan as if he was going to shoot his load. Such tactics of deception were typically beneath him but desperate times and all that. He assumed that such a moan would get his opponent to look up at him, at which time he suddenly swung his foot forward with all the force and speed he could muster, colliding directly with her gut. His hope was that such a blow would knock the air out of her, and she would reflexively cough up his cock rather than biting down.

Of course, this was a gamble. If she managed to bite down, it would be disastrous for the male. No woman had ever pushed him so far, but that only made him want to win even more. To have her beneath him once more.

 

[lowblow emma]

Emma was on the alert. Any decent fighter always was, whether they were on top at that moment or not, and whether it was the beginning, middle or end of the fight. She was in the moment, working Cameron into a frenzy out of which there was no escape except to dump his load. Her left hand was playing with his ball, partly to inflict some pain and enhance his arousal, but also to check how close he was to cumming. She could tell he was close, because they were pulled tight into his crotch. Inside his ball sack, his sperm were gathering to explode.

Her right hand was working his ass harder now and he liked it, she could tell by his reaction, the way his ass responded to her fingers, three of them now, gliding in and out, spreading as they did so to open him wider. Nobody in the arena would notice something like that, this was something shared between fighters, a secret to be kept or passed on to give another opponent a better chance.

Someone less experienced that Emma might have been taken in by the moan. But there is a difference between a real moan and a fake one. Small, and almost impossible to detect against the roar of a crowd, but at this moment the crowd was almost silent. She knew it was a trick, but not what he planned.

The kick in her belly still took her by surprise, but one she was prepared for. It knocked the wind of her and cause her to relax her grip on his balls. Her mouth opened slightly, but she quickly overcame her natural instinct, pushed forward and snapped her jaws shut. And, as a final gesture of defiance, she thrust her fingers hard and fast into his ass.

She wished she could release Cameron’s cock, if only for a few seconds, so that she could shout out to the crowd and he was an ass boy, a so-called man who liked to kneel and take it like a woman, and to tell the crowd that that was the fate awaiting him at the end of this fight.

There was an ache in her belly, but she didn’t care. It had knocked the edge off of her own arousal. It was still there, ready to be renewed if Cameron got the chance, but there was no chance now, she was sure of that. With her teeth now trapping his shaft more firmly, she resumed her tongue fucking with renewed vigour.