“You usually do." He could practically hear the smile in his own voice.

“It was well fought." She reached out to take his hand in hers and squeeze.

“It was. I almost had you.”

“You have me, Ulf." She spoke with an uncharacteristic degree of solemnity.

“And you have me."

“Good then," she smiled warmly and turned to see that his erection was still prominently jutting up toward the sky. Concerned, she sat up to look down at his face and saw his mouth and chin still gleaming with her love nectar.

“Are you not fulfilled?"

ULf had never seen Ulla look quite so troubled before, and decided not to tease her in the matter but instead to be honest. So he sat upright and kissed her lips, angling his head properly so their tusks didn't get in the way. It seemed to calm her, but she looked nervously down at his erection as if she might have somehow failed him.

“Ulla, look at me."

She did.

“Iam more fulfilled now than I have ever been," he explained. "It's just that I have wanted this for some time now, and you just outmatched my every expectation. I want you more and more with each passing moment, and I don't think I will ever be sated. Do you understand?"

"Oh, I see." She once again let her gaze fall down between his legs, although now her expression was far more appreciative of what she saw.

“I didn't know that was possible."

"It is." He nodded passively before a thought occurred to him.

“Although, I think it's not unfair to say that it throws the bout into question. We should probably have a rematch."

That definitely got her attention, and for a moment she thought of arguing that he lost fair and square and should damn well deal with it. It was only when she realised what he was truly after that she decided a rematch really wasn't such a bad idea.

"This time, no holding my balls hostage," he added.

“Tch, fine! This time I'm not going to need to keep you still anyway." She sat up and spun herself into a casual flip before falling into a practiced battle stance.

ULf stumbled to his feet with Less grace but equal enthusiasm, as his foot still hummed with pain. Given what was on offer, he didn't seem to mind it all that much. They each Let out a little growl to signal their readiness, and Ulla charged at him soon thereafter.

Although they were only sparring, they both still wanted to win. So when they came within reach, the combat began with a series of blows toward each other that were designed to weaken and move in for the clinch. ULf managed to get the upper hand, sacrificing a hard impact to his abdomen in favour of closing in faster. This time, he pulled her to the ground with his arms grasped firmly about her waist.

She fell and immediately began to scramble up, but soon felt him tackle her from behind. Not making the same mistake again, he pushed down his full weight on her. Although in her defence it wasn't ULf's arms pinning her in place that managed to take the fight out of her. It was the feel of his cock slipping between her thighs and up against her pussy that made her have second thoughts about breaking free.

Once he properly had her beneath him he halted his assault; her ass pressed against his crotch and her cheek resting on the cool stone. Even in his Lust-crazed state, he knew the importance of that moment. She found it to be slightly unnecessary; given what they had already done together she assumed that her consent was rather heavily implied by that point. Yet it was reassuring to know that he valued her so much that he was willing to halt his craving for her until she gave him a more formal encouragement. She was about to get herself fucked, after all.

Rather than tell him he was quite welcome to get down to it, she instead opted to gyrate her hips back against him. Her firm ass pressed against his Lower belly and his cock slid against her slick lower Lips. A low purr of encouragement stirred in her throat, and she momentarily lost the fight in her gaze to longingly stare up at him.

With her signal, he made a slight adjustment and pushed against her to make them both cry out as his cock parted her silken folds to push inside her. She was incredibly tight, and that sweet resistance slowed this thrust. A hiss of breath passed through her clenched teeth, and made him momentarily halt his advance. Sparring was one thing, but he didn't want to hurt her. Not there.

“More. Deeper." She growled the words with clear intent. There was some mild pain, but their opening bout had made her lubricating juices plentiful.