Fantasy BDSM?

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Issak picked up his staff and escorted Al'ika over to the ring. "Who do you want?" he asked, gesturing to the competitors.
 
Al'ika gnawed on her lip. "Let's see how I do up against Jep," she said, holding her sword loosely. "He's looking a little too smug. Who did he bed last night?"
 
"I'll never tell," smirked Jep, walking into the ring with his practice sword, "But maybe you could tell from the screaming."
 
"Hmmm. . . that girl from the valley?" Al'ika guessed, holding her sword a bit more firmly and crouching. "Let's get down to it!"
 
Jep threw her a practice sword. "I don't need a shave that bad, do I?" he asked, running in. He faked a shot to her chest but spun around at the last minute and smacked her on the ass with the flat of his blade.
 
Al'ika laughed and aimed for his chest but at ,last minute aimed lower and smacked his leg, her eyes twinkling.
 
He blocked with his sword and pressed in, trying to force her out of the circle. "All day, every day!" he said grinning.
 
Jep made a series of high shots and then wen low, bringing his practice sword up between her legs, stopping just short of hitting her pussy.
 
Al'ika squealed and barely blocked. "You're good," she said. "I've missed this. Same wager?" she asked, aiming for his jugular.
 
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