Two on one is rarely a fare fight. The only question is who it will be unfair on. A numbers advantage means nothing if you have no skill on your own, and the female warriors had no skills of their own. They went into this match confident, assuming that they would hardly have to work to pull out a victory. The man they were facing wasn’t even particularly known for his history of victories.
They found out the difference between a sexfighter and an amateur. Even the worst of those who have made their way off of sexual skill - And while he was far from the worst, he didn’t come close to the top of the mountain - could easily overpower two or more inexperienced enemies. At this point, he came more than either of them - Two orgasms to their one each - But only in dominance, and only because he knew how to break them down with only the one orgasm. Now, one draped, broken across his chest, the other being force-fed his cum after her orgasm. The fight would be called a draw if neither side could claim victory before an hour was up. He thrash them for the next half hour and take the draw. He knew, as well as the two cum-soaked women, who had won. Teaching them the difference between alphas and amateurs weighed more heavily in his mind than a win-loss record.
The people who make their living off sexfighting are a proud group. You needed to earn the right to use the name. His treatment may have been overly harsh, and had they been fellow professionals, he may have been sanctioned. But they had tried to take a title and prestige that didn’t belong to them. Most agreed, his treatment was harsh, but fair. If they wanted to earn another shot, no-one would try to stop them.
That was the last difference. Everyone loses at times. Worthy sexfighters will come back for another challenge.
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Contributor writes:
(I’ve got a few with this character, actually. I like how the artist draws him. I hope the post is alright. :) )





