Sparring Match

I grunted as Sybil’s tonfa struck against me, my shoulder nearly dislocated from the force of the blow. Her free hand slammed me in the chest, pushing me away with a grunt. I jumped back, managing to avoid getting my head pulped by her follow up strike.

Sybil swung at me again, missing as I backstepped. She swung once more, but instead of backing away I stepped forward, getting up close and slugging her in the stomach. Sybil hunched over from the blow, and before she could recover I kicked her legs, tripping her up enough for her to lose balance. Grabbing her weapon, I yanked it away, throwing it to the ground and disarming her.

She made a dash for it, but I swept my leg out and tripped her. Sybil fell onto her back, and by the time she started to stand I grappled her, pinning her to the mat.

And just like that, our spar was over.

I blew out a lungful of air, lifting myself and stepping back. “That’s another win for me.”

Sybil glowered at me, bending down and picking her tonfa up, her tail waving behind her shapely hips. She was wearing a black bodysuit that hugged her so tightly you could see her musculature, slits on her thighs showing off some fur. A small white jacket was draped over her shoulders, and her hands were covered by black fingerless gloves. My eyes briefly drifted to her cleavage, which was tantalizing in such tight clothing.

We were currently in the middle of a sparring session, something we did on occasion for fun. It was kind of annoying clearing out a room and unrolling this big floor mat, but it was worth it in the end. We got to spend time together, work out, and relieve a bit of stress all in one. It was usually a pretty hard match up for me, but…

I watched her return to her starting position, feeling confusion well in me. That’s the third win I’ve had in a row, and each time it was because I disarmed her. Sybil’s not stupid, she should have learned to avoid it by now.

Mentally shrugging, I lifted my fists up, signalling I was ready. The two of us circled each other, searching for an opening. Sybil struck first, her tonfa aimed right for my chest. I weaved around the attack and jabbed her in the shoulder, blocking a retaliatory punch. Sybil grunted and slammed her knee into my stomach, smashing my cheek with her palm a moment after.

I stumbled back, blocking a punch with my forearms. I ducked under a high kick, surging forward and tackling her leg. Sybil twisted her body and balanced herself, shoving me off right after. I frowned, feinting with a punch on her left, and when she fell for it I jabbed her throat

Sybil brought a hand up to her neck on instinct, and capitalizing on the distraction I slugged her straight in the stomach, nearly toppling her. My opponent batted away a palm thrust and sent a wild swing using her tonfa, aimed right for my spleen. Instead of dodging, I caught her by the wrist, twisting my hand and forcing her to drop it.

Dissatisfaction filled me as I slammed my shoulder into her torso, throwing her away from me and onto the mat. Before she could get up, I dropped onto her, pinning her hands beside her head and preventing her from moving.

Okay, this was getting a little ridiculous. “Sybil, I used that same wrist-twist move the first time we sparred today.”

She just glared up at me, ever silent. I shook my head, releasing her and standing up. Sybil watched me for a moment, before she stood back up and picked up her weapon. I grabbed her arm before she could return to her position, stepping up to her. Our height difference was obvious when this close, and I had to crane my neck up to look at her.

It only made me more incensed. “Syb. If I disarm you one more time, I’m going to do terrible, terrible things to you.”

Sybil’s cheeks darkened, her throat bobbing. I squeezed her arm, letting go and watching as she quickly backed away. I could see her tail swing behind her, wrapping around her calves fitfully.

I raised my fists up, circling my sparring partner once more. She did the same, though I could see her constantly glance away from me, unwilling to meet my gaze. Annoyed by the lack of respect, I struck first, missing by a hair’s breadth as she dodged.

Sybil swung her tonfa in a wide arc, but I ducked under it, rising up with an uppercut that caught her in the abs. Sybil hissed, aiming a kick for my head, which I sidestepped. I closed the gap, sending a flurry of quick, light punches that hit across her torso, most of which she blocked or withstood.

My foe backed away a step and swung her weapon once more, clipping me by the arm. Thrown off by the glancing hit, I was unable to avoid her follow up, grunting as her tonfa slammed into my side. Red filled my vision, and as Sybil reared her arm back, I struck out, smashing my fist right under her ribs.

Sybil gasped breathlessly as the wind was taken out of her, and because of it she was incapable of stopping the next punch, which decked her in the cheek and sent her sprawling. She dropped to the mat, dropping her weapon and easily allowing me to pin her down.

I looked down at my defeated opponent, her chest stuttering as she struggled to regain her breath. She gazed up at me, her legs crossing ever so slightly. I raised an eyebrow at her. “You are a head taller than me, Sybil. You should be throwing me to the floor, not dropping like a wet blanket.”

My partner glanced away, looking back a moment after. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes stern, yet I could see the way her jaw tightened up, and I could see her body shift as her legs closed. Sybil’s tail curled up, its tip slapping the mat quietly.

I stared into her eyes. “I’ve disarmed you five times today, and I’ve pinned you to the mat just as many.” I leaned closer, our faces inches away. “You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?”

Sybil blinked at me, her cheeks flushing with color. Her breathing normalized, taking deep gulps of air– along with my scent. I smiled, pressing my weight into her and tightening my grip around her wrists. “If you won’t fight with me seriously, then I’ll get my enjoyment another way.”

Sybil’s eyes widened, a gasp escaping her as I smothered her mouth with mine. She did little to fight my tongue as it wrestled its way inside her maw, dominating her own with little effort. I sucked, nipped, and bit at her lips to my liking, bruising them and leaving little marks that forced moans from her.

I thrust my hips into hers, smirking in our kiss as she jolted under me. She squirmed against my hold, but my pin was unshakable, and all it did was grind her breasts and crotch against me. Her thighs clasped my legs as I humped into her, a breathy moan erupting from her chest.

I lifted away from her, looming over Sybil and drinking her in. Her eyes were dilated and her mouth hung loose, panting for breath. I let go of one of her wrists and brought a hand down to her loins, pressing my fingers into her sodden crotch. Sybil squirmed under me, her free hand grasping my shoulder as I began to stroke her slit.

Sybil bit her lip, her nails digging into me as I prodded her clitoris through her bodysuit. “You drive me nuts, you know that?” I said. “Wearing this slutty outfit, not taking me seriously at all. Wasting my time and energy just so you can get wrestled to the floor.”

She turned her head, her lips pursing as she gazed at her discarded weapon lying a few feet away. I narrowed my eyes. “Look at me.”

My defeated foe did not, a quiet whine escaping her as she frowned. I glared at her, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to face me. “I said look at me.”

Sybil’s cheeks exploded in a furious blush, her throat bobbing nervously as I brought my hand back to her pussy. She did not look away as I increased the pace, my fingers stroking her lower lips urgently. Sybil’s breaths started to become uneven as the pleasure rose, her breasts heaving from the effort.

Her stoic facade could not last, a grimace spreading across her face as she struggled to fight off the oncoming orgasm. Sybil’s legs kicked and slipped against the mat in a pitiful attempt to resist, but all it did was make me more determined to rip a climax from her.

“Cum.”

Sybil’s mouth slackened, her body tensing up as euphoria washed over her. She twitched and thrashed under me as she came, a strangled groan of bliss slipping out of her. My fingers were soaked with her shame, her bodysuit doing nothing to hide the evidence of her defeat. A few more twitches and she was done, relaxing with a sigh of relief as she stared at me with cloudy eyes.

“There’s a good girl.”

I grinned as Sybil’s neck turned red with embarrassment, her face twisting under the humiliation. She turned her head away and covered her mouth with her hand, looking utterly adorable. The sight broke the last of my patience, and I brought a hand down to my waist, slipping out of my clothes and laying my cock onto her crotch.

Sybil made an embarrassed noise as I thrust against her, ogling my manhood with wide eyes. I sighed, my dick twitching as pleasure shot through me with every grind. All it did was kindle the fire, though, and I quickly grew tired of grinding against her, my hands reaching for her crotch.

My fingernails caught onto the wet fabric, and with a yank a hole tore straight through it, exposing Sybil’s drenched pussy. I raised an eyebrow. “You aren’t even wearing any underwear?”

Sybil blinked at the hole I made, her pupils dilating further. She tensed up as her legs attempted to close, her bountiful body squirming underneath me as I slapped my length onto her vulnerable slit. “Naughty. Very naughty.” I leaned over her, poking my tip onto her petals. “Time to claim my reward…”

I pushed forward, piercing Sybil in one smooth thrust. Her breath hitched as I took her, grunting as I slotted deep inside. Heat washed over my shaft, my lover’s arousal spilling out of her and onto my crotch. “Fuck, you’re wet. You really like being dominated this much?”

Sybil glared at me, her eyebrows twitching as I wedged myself in and out of her tight passage. The effect was lost thanks to the flush she wore, and the way her walls fervently gripped me. I grinned, bringing our faces closer together, pushing in and out at a steady pace. “You like it, admit it. You like being fucked like this. Being assaulted. Used. Violated.”

She set her jaw, taking a deep breath. I brought my lips to her ear. “That’s alright, baby. There’s nothing wrong with it. We all have our vices.” I pushed deep, making her grunt. “I’ll take good care of you.”

A satisfied hum rose from my throat as she turned her head away, submitting to the assault. I was awash with Sybil, her every twitch and whimper a sensation to be savored. Dominating her like this– conquering her– it was exquisite. She was exquisite.

I pressed my lips into her neck, caressing her shoulders with the tips of my fingers. “Sweet darling… You’re so perfect, Sybil. You’ve never been more beautiful.”

She did not respond, childishly trying to ignore me as I had my way with her. Her tail slapped against the mat as I buried myself to the hilt, reaching as deeply as possible. I licked her neck, reaching down to fondle a tit, pinching her nipple through her suit. Other than a little jolt, she did not react, keeping her gaze away from me.

I did not mind her little act of defiance. I knew what she wanted. I could feel it intimately, from the way her limbs trembled when I stroked them to the fresh waves of heat that drooled from her pussy every time I pumped inside of her. She could never lie to me.

I brought my lips to her ear. “You’re doing so good, Sybie.” She shivered as my breath washed over her, my fingers tweaking her nipple. “We can do this every day, sweetie. All you have to do is submit to me from now on.”

Sybil turned to me, a glimmer in her eyes. One moment I was fondling her tits, the next I was buried in them. “What the–!?”

Arms and legs wrapped around me, and I suddenly found myself on my back, Sybil rolling us over. She did not stay atop me for long, leaping for her tonfa, which was still nearby. Rage filled me to bursting, and with a surge of strength and speed I grabbed her by the ankle and yanked, halting her movement just as the tips of her fingers touched it.

I flipped up and grabbed hold of her other leg, getting a kick to my chest for my efforts, Sybil slipping away. Her fingers wrapped around the handle of her weapon, but a tackle threw it away from her once again, the two of us crashing to the mat in a pile of limbs.

Sybil elbowed me in the chest, then smashed her palm into my cheek, nearly dislodging me from her. She twisted her body in an attempt to throw me off, but I held on, catching a fist flying for my sternum. With a growl I slammed her hand to the mat, my other hand lunging for her neck. Sybil’s free hand latched onto the one wrapped around her throat, but a harsh squeeze dissuaded her from acting further.

“Yield!”

She grit her teeth, meeting my glare with one of her own. I frowned, rage and lust mixing into one as I positioned myself between her legs once again. Sybil’s eyes bulged, a sharp gasp erupting from her lungs as I thrust into her, my cock sliding back inside.

I was not gentle this time, driving into her again and again. Sybil’s eyes watered as I conquered her, a pained grunt escaping her with every thrust. Her hand latched onto my face, but I shook her off and grabbed onto it, slamming it into the mat. I snarled, burning lust compelling me to violate her, to debase and defile every inch of her until she was unable to even think of resisting.

“You little whore!” I shouted, pumping my hips into hers. Her tunnel clenched around my cock like a fist, enhancing the pleasure. “Can’t just admit your defeat, can you? Always putting up a fucking fight, even when it’s already over.”

Sybil’s face contorted under the assault, her expression a mix between pain, fear, and boiling passion. With both of her arms restrained, she resorted to thrashing beneath me, trying to leverage her superior height and weight. It didn’t work, only succeeding in throwing my thrusts slightly off. Next, she kicked her legs out, trying to push us along the mat, but I did not allow it.

In a last ditch effort, Sybil shoved up with her hands. I shoved them right back down, continuing to fuck her right after. “Yield, damn it!”

Sybil did not, but I could see the cracks. Her eyes began to water, her chest heaving up and down as she struggled for breath. Her legs slipped against mine, switching from clasping around my hips and spreading wider. Sybil squirmed under me, her grunts of pain turning into stifled moans.

Finally, she broke, her eyes blowing open as a vicious orgasm took hold. Her pussy tightened and writhed around me, her folds clinging onto my manhood in desperate surges. I did not stop, continuing to fuck her as she moaned in rapture, overwhelming her senses with brutal thrusts.

Tears streamed out of her eyes as ecstasy wracked her form, her body tensing up like a coil. A few more agonizing seconds and Sybil went limp, her eyes glassy and her mouth hung open in the wake of her climax. I bit my lip, throbbing inside of her at the sight.

I dropped onto Sybil, groaning as I fucked a load into her. My cock twitched inside of her again and again, spreading my creamy seed into her depths and claiming her fully. Sybil whined under me, her pussy involuntarily drawing my sperm in and massaging my manhood, coaxing out more of my lust. It was by far the best climax I’ve had in a long, long time, my vision filling with spots from the bliss.

A few more thrusts and I was spent, falling limp atop her, my cheek mashed against her tit. Sybil lightly spasmed under me, taking desperate gulps of air, her abused pussy still trying to wring my dick out like it owed her money. Little bolts of pleasure emanated from our loins, and had I not been so exhausted, I probably would have stiffened up again.

We lay there for a while, slowly recovering from our savage lovemaking. The bellows of her lungs were a soothing drone, and paired with her soft body and warmth, I was nearly lulled into sleep. I resisted the urge, wanting to clean off the grimy feeling on my skin.

With a tired grunt, I lifted my head up, seeing Sybil was also halfway to falling asleep, her eyes drooping shut. I brought a hand to her cheek and patted it a few times. “Hey. Babe, focus.”

Sybil blinked a few times, sending me an annoyed look. I smiled at her. “I know you want to go to sleep, baby, but maybe we should go get cleaned up first?”

She frowned, the gears chugging away. Finally it clicked, a look of realization crossing her face. Sybil placed her hands onto my shoulders, and with a shared grunt we disengaged, my limp dick sliding out of her.

The two of us glanced down at ourselves, witnessing the filth that remained after our carnal act. Sweat clung to our bodies like a second skin, and looking down at our loins revealed a mess of sperm and lubricant, which actively leaked out of Sybil and onto the mat, sparking both arousal and dread. Cleaning this up would be such a pain…

Despite the utter mess, I beamed. “Fuck, that's hot. We got a little carried away, didn't we?”

Sybil sent me a look of exasperation, silently laying the blame on me. I immediately pointed the finger right back. “Hey, don’t look at me like this was my fault! You were clearly asking for it, letting me disarm you so easily. Hell, you were acting like you were being paid to get wrestled down over and over again.”

She rolled her eyes and stood up, a smirk on her lips as she went for her discarded weapon once again.

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Pub: 20 Apr 2026 06:48 UTC

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