The canyon was as good as a place to fight as any, actually making an ideal location for a fight in some ways; Aliza was planning on going all out and would need the space. A bit of a firecracker, the young Draph had renounced had her noble position as heiress to the Valtz Duchy in favor of freedom and self-ownership; trading tea ceremonies for daily conditioning. Even a blind man could see how her rigorous training had rewarded the pint-sized kickboxer; tomboyish body toned and fit yet retaining much of its bustiness and silky smooth skin. Aliza's pale peach-colored hair was braided into an enormous, somewhat messy length that fell to her claves; tied with an exquisite ribbon at its end. A golden headband, rugged wrist wraps, a rather fanciful red sports bra , black leather leggings and brown boots comprised a somewhat practical yet alluring ensemble. As a Draph, two brown horns with a slight curvature blessed the sides of her head and her ears were softly pointed.

Despite her stature and beauty, the 'Princess of Flame Leg' shot you a stoic look with her crimson eyes, "I've heard you're pretty good! That means defeating you will bring me one step closer to my dreams!"

"Ok." You cracked your knuckles despondently.

Somewhat irked by the response, Aliza smirked in an annoyed manner before demonstrating a few flame-imbued kicks; flashes of fire trailed behind each movement. "Hmph! We'll see how tough you really are; no way I could lose to a human like you!"

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*SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH*

"O-Ok! Y-You w-w-wi--" *Ooouughhh!!"

So much for that bravado, as the tiny little firecracker had been snuffed like a candle thrown in a bucket of water; she released a raspy squeal as her cervix was battered by your swollen glans. You'd pressed the 130cm portable-fuck-pocket into a submissive 'mating press', her legs instinctually wrapping around your midsection while pressed into the canyon floor; Aliza panted as her toes curled in her boots.

"I can't hear you." Your tone was