"Well, suit yourself big guy."

Sage wasn’t listening, Arslan was already tugging on his wrist, wanting to be away. He let himself be lead along, feeling the hunger radiating off the muscled fighter in the tightness of her grip and the wide, slightly manic look in her eyes when she sometimes turned back to him.

It was only when they reached a door marked with a pair of serpents twined around a staff that Arslan stopped. Sage opened his mouth to speak only for the blonde to wrench the door open and all but throw him into the room.

His back slammed against the wall, and Sage had only a second to recover before Arslan threw herself at him like a lunging predator. She mashed her face into his, her callused hands cupping his face, Sage tasting sweat on her lips as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

They kissed hard for a second, pushing back and forth as their tongues explored each other’s mouths before breaking apart. Arslan was breathing hard into Sage’s face, hot puffs of spicy breath that chilled the sweat beading on his temples.

“Want to do this standing up, or…”

“Here’s fine,” Sage rumbled, “don’t think the bed could take the two of us.”

“Works for me,” Arslan breathed, and Sage felt her hand on the buckle of his belt.
“You better not be compensating for something with that sword of yours, boy,” she growled as Sage kissed along her neck, sucking marks onto her dark skin.

Arslan felt him smile against her throat.

“Don’t worry,” Sage’s own hand slid down the Mistrali athlete's stomach to loosen the red sash holding her robe closed. “My other one is bigger.”

Arslan palmed his cock through his pants and rumbled appreciatively in the back of her throat.

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” she grinned, and popped open his belt buckle.

Sage yanked away her sash and threw open her robe as Arslan stepped back and dropped into a squat, yanking down his pants and belt in one motion. Only the thin fabric of his skin-tight black underpants was between Arslan and him now.

“*That’s* more like it,” she said, shucking off her yellow robe as she eyed the large bulge before her. The callused skin on the pads of her thumbs tickled the skin of his hips as Arslan reached up to slowly, agonisingly peel the black stretch material away from Sage’s sweating skin.

His cock sprang free, and Sage swallowed as Arslan ran her scorching gaze over the hard length.

“Will you be able to take it?” He asked, trying and failing to make it seem less like he was delivering a challenge.

She grinned up at him. “Die trying,” and without any further preamble, almost inhaled the head of his cock.

“Whoa.” Sage didn’t mean to speak, it was more a sound that the feeling of Arslan’s hot, wet mouth pulled out of him. Her tongue swirled around the head, rasping against it and slathering it with saliva, whilst her lips squeezed and sucked as much of the chocolate-brown flesh into her mouth as she could take.

A loud *POP* signalled her withdrawal as she let him out of her mouth, a single strand of glistening spittle stretching between the well-slicked head of his cock and her lips.

“You wouldn’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve had something inside me that wasn’t run on dust,” she said thickly, yanking her baggy pants down her sculpted, gymnast's legs as she stood up.

Sage caught a glimpse of wetness glistening between her thighs, shining like dew on the patch of platinum-blonde bristles populating her mound, before she stepped back against him. Her rough hand was suddenly on his cock and the sudden rasp against his nerves made Sage take a shuddery breath in through his nose.

Her other hand went to his shoulder, pushing away his coat (Sage let it fall away completely, attention fixed on the green-gold eyes before him) and digging into the meat of his collarbone as she pulled herself up. One leg went across him, her thighs opening like a gate as she stood up on the ball of her foot to line his cock up with her entrance.

The head of his cock squished against slippery, yielding flesh, and Arslan moaned softly as he sank into her.

“*Yessss,*” she whimpered as Sage stretched her out, lowering herself down slowly onto him. Her nails dug into his clavicle and her head dropped down to his chest, kissing the numerals tattooed there and nipping at the smooth planes of muscle with her front teeth.

Sage barely even felt the pain, instead focusing on the glowing sensation racing down his nerves, radiating out from where Arslan was sucking him in. Better than drugs, better than winning.

Sage’s hand found its way into her black tube-top, and his long, slim fingers played with her coal-black nipple, tweaking and pinching it until the point was hard as a diamond.

Arslan had made it nearly three-quarters of the way down his length before she had to stop. She held herself there, impaled on him, head tucked into the crook of his neck as she tried to get used to the depth of penetration. Her short, sharp breaths gusted across his chest, drawing own nipples out.

Then she pulled herself up again and bounced back down on his cock. Sage made a guttural noise in the back of his throat, but had no time to so much as breathe before Arslan moved again, slamming down on him with an almost desperate frenzy.

It was all he could do to hold on as she seized and roared against him, trying in desperation to control the pressure building between his thighs as Arslan kept up the pace. Her free hand, no longer required to keep Sage from slipping out of her, pinched and plucked furiously at the knot of flesh just above where they met, trying to coax just a little bit more out.

She kissed him again, hard enough that his head hit the back wall, but he didn’t even register the stab of pain- Arslan’s inner walls clenched on his cock so hard he thought it might snap off, her fingers digging into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

Liquid ran in rivulets down his thighs, and Sage felt his balls clench. Another sound, low and animal, rumbled out of his chest as muscles clenched, the pressure overflowed and a dizzying rush swept up from his toes as he exploded into her.

They held each other tight, not trusting their own muscles to support their own weight, as they felt reason return. Sage felt himself softening, and grit his teeth against the howl of hypersensitive nerves as he slipped out of her. Something spattered onto the floor as Arslan slowly let her leg down.

“That was…”

“Yeah.”

A blob of slimy whiteness fell from between her quivering thighs and landed on the floor with a *splat*.

“We’ve made a bit of a mess,” she said, gesturing at the small puddle before Sage, where she had been standing. “Should clean up.”

“You’re right,” he nodded, then grinned. “But let’s make a bigger one first.”

Arslan grinned back to him, and slid onto the medical bed. Her legs were open, inviting him in.
“I like the way you think.” Her fingers moved down, spreading open her swollen lower lips so he could see the evidence of his first discharge. “Now get over here. I wanna try out this mating press thing that Nikos won’t shut up about.”