“8...9...10...It's over!”

Pedderee fell to her knees in the ring as the bell ringer struck the gong to signify the end of the match. Her mouth tasted like copper pieces and she could not see out of her left eye. Every rib in her body felt like it had to have been either bruised or fractured, but Mork Tysen, the Blackguard, the Orcish Anvil, the reigning KBO Champion, was on his back and he wasn't getting up.  

The crowd went wild in the stands with cheers and clapping and praises to Kord, the god of athleticism, sports, and courage. Clerics of the Kordic temple rushed into the ring to tend to the orc that was face down on the mat. Pedderee was still in a state of shock up until the moment the referee raised her tiny cloth-wrapped hand in victory. She had won. Not only had she won but she was the first halfling to claim the Kordic Boxing Organization championship belt.

Out of her good eye she could see a somewhat older, human man come rushing into the ring. Recognizing her trainer, Jayce, Pedderee slipped through the mass of clerics and other officials to get to the man who quickly scooped her up in his arms like a child and gave her a massive celebratory hug. She winced slightly in his embrace but the mild pain she felt in her sides was nothing compared to the joy she felt while in his arms. She wrapped her tiny arms around the man's neck and nuzzled herself again his prickly salt and pepper beard.

The next few minutes were a bit of a haze to Pedderee, filled with interviews with traveling bards and scribes who documented the goings on of the KBO. Men and women armed with lutes and lyres, quills and scrolls, asked various questions of her and Jayce about her feelings during the match, her training, and the future of her fighting career now that she was the champion. The small woman answered what she could while perched on her trainer's shoulders. Thankfully the crowd didn't keep interview them all night. They no doubt would have tried except Jayce knew how exhausted the tiny young woman had to be. He mercifully wrested the both of them through the halls of the temple of Kord, away from the crowd of news criers and fans into the sanctuary where they could give thanks to the God of Strength in peace.

After performing a short ritual of prayer and thanks for her victory, Jayce carried the battered combatant to their private room. It was a very modest room, usually used by the priests who cared for the temple and guests who were visiting the sacred temple and arena. It was equipped with little more than a bed, washroom, and a small shrine to Kord. It was nothing fancy or extravagant, but it more than enough for the two of them. He gently lowered the young woman onto the edge of the bed and gathered his bag of tools and regents. Pedderee visibly winced as she sat on the bed. Her legs dangled off the side, toes not quite touching the floor. 

The trainer rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and began to carefully strip her clothing away. He started with her hand and foot wraps. Small red blotches stood out against the dirty cloth ribbons. Most of the blood likely belonged to her felled opponent, but he could tell by her raw knuckles that some of it was hers as well. Jayce followed up by pulling her top up over her head. His fingers worked at the cloth ribbons that bound her breasts and after a couple minutes he managed to remove them completely so he could take a look at the damage that had been inflicted. The trainer prodded at her ribs, feeling each one. None of them were out of place but her noises of complaint and the bruises that covered her sides like the work of a drunken tattooist were enough to confirm that they were probably fractured. It was nothing life threatening at least. Time and rest would fix her up. The tiny woman was resilient and stubborn if nothing else. It was something he admired greatly about her. 

The older man pulled his bag close and began to take out some herbs and oils that would be mixed together into a poultice. “Nothing too serious. These herbs will take a few minutes though. You should go wash up. Get that blood and sweat off ya' before I wrap up those wounds. I had the priests prepare a hot bath for you. You should go use it before it gets cold. When you come out I'll see what I can do about those ribs and that shiner you're sportin'.”

Pedderee nodded and gingerly slipped off the edge of the bed, grunting softly as her bruised body complained against the movement. A metal basin filled with steaming water sat in the washroom. It was large enough to fit a full grown human. Whoever had prepared it had thankfully been thoughtful enough to provide a stool that she could use to climb in and out. It was also only filled half full so she could sit inside it without drowning. Grateful for the accommodation, she removed her trunks and underwear and climbed into the bath cautiously, practically melting as the hot water immediately set to soothing away her aching muscles.

The water was beginning to grow cold by the time she climbed out of the basin. The soak did wonders for the pain but she was starting to grow stiff. She also regretted making Jayce wait so long but he was sure he'd forgive the new KBO Champion. She clenched a too-big towel around her body that dragged against the floor behind her. Jayce grinned and waved her over.

“Was gonna check in on you, make sure you didn't drown.”

“The champion is allowed to take leisurely baths. Its one of the perks.”, the halfling informed him as she climbed up onto the bed. She could feel her ribs shift which made her hiss in pain. 

“Well sit still Ms. Champion and let me take a look at you.” He handed her a cold damp towel and pushed her hand to her bruised eye. “Hold that there.”

She watched him out of her good eye as she she idly ran the fingers of her free hand over the golden championship belt that sat at her side. It was oversized and would have to be refitted before she could wear it properly, but it was still hers. She noted the runes that lined the edges. It was said that the owner of the belt was smiled upon by Kord himself; granted his strength, endurance, and bravery. She wasn't sure if it was true but she certainly felt more powerful, especially considering how far she had come. It was only a couple years ago that she had first met Jayce. He found her fighting off a human man who had accused of her stealing his coin purse. She fought rather well in his opinion despite being only a fraction of his size. She was quick and spunky. She even took a few punches from the man when he did manage to catch her, which impressed him deeply. It wasn't until a patrolling guard interjected and broke up the fight that he was able to extract the tiny woman away. Knowing talent when he saw it, he convinced her to let him train her for competition. 

Jayce laid out a few cloth ribbons that were slathered in a something brownish-green that bore a strong minty scent. He also had his usual medical kit and a bottle of clear liquid that she knew from experience was probably the same stuff that was poured into shot glasses at the local pub. It didn't take long for the man to patch up the young woman on the bed. The herbs that were held against her sides stung when they were first applied but she could already feel the pain dulling. A few swigs of the clear liquid was enough to make her comfortable. She dressed for bed (one of Jayce's spare shirts that draped down to her knees) and her trainer followed. She took the left side of the bed since it was closest to the window. Jayce took the opposite side, content with sleeping in whatever place was left after the halfling chose her spot.  Moonlight pierced through the opening, spreading a dull illumination over the bed. 

Jayce was prepared to go straight to sleep and he was certain that Pedderee had to have been even more tired considering her big fight that evening. He was already dozing a couple minutes after his head had hit the pillow when he felt the weight of the mattress shift. He opened his eyes and noticed the small woman crawling over to him. 

“Jayce, are you asleep?” The woman whispered as she hovered over his face. She still smelled faintly like mint from the wrapping that was around her torso.

“What's up?” The older man asked, not bothering to open his eyes.

“I don't want to sleep quite yet... What about you?” 

Jayce opened one eye and looked up at her. Her swelling around her eye had went down and was merely a dark ring instead of alarmingly puffy. Though he couldn't see very well with just the moonlight shining into their room he could see her chocolate brown eyes looking down on him as she perched on his chest. He lifted an eyebrow and his lips curled into a bemused grin. “You've had a big day. You aren't tired, girl?”

She shook her head and her long hair, the same color as her eyes, waved back and forth in her wake. “I just thought that since I won... We could... You know...” 

“What is an old man like me to do with a beautiful young lady like yourself, the champion?” 

The small woman playfully punched his bare chest. “You aren't that old! And I want to. With you. Doesn't the champ get to have what she wants?”  

Jayce smiled and lifted his hand to gently caress her cheek on the side of her face that wasn't bruised. She held his wrist with both her tiny hands and nuzzled her cheek against his palm. She turned her face so she could kiss his fingers, making sure that her intentions were clear. 

He responded by pulling his hand down, taking her in closer until she could meet him in a gentle kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds but they liked it enough that they tried it again. When they broke away again Jayce couldn't help but admire the tiny young woman. Despite the bedroom eyes she wore she still looked angelic in his oversized shirt. Carefully, so as to not dislodge her bandages, he rolled onto his side and her onto her back next to him. He cradled the back of her head on his arm and gave her another kiss as he gently massaged her thigh. His rough, worn fingers traced across her soft, pale skin until they found the soft fabric of her panties. He didn't take them off straight away, and instead saw fit to tease the small woman laying next to him. His fingertip expertly caressed her through the thin cloth, gliding back and forth against her lower lips but refusing to penetrate her. He could feel her arousal against his digit as it soaked through the thin undergarment. 

“Gods... more...” Pedderee whispered her desires to the man whose finger was circling around her clit. Her heart then skipped a beat when she felt his finger pull away. The tiny halfling turned her head to her trainer who laid beside her, wondering why he had stopped. Before she could part her lips to complain she felt her panties being eased down her thighs. She lifted her hips an inch, grunting from the effort to help him take them off. She giggled as they were unceremoniously flung to the end of the bed. She giggled at him, but her giggles quickly melted into sultry moans as his digit slipped back between her legs and eased inside her. 

He started slow, dragging the tip of his finger against her inner walls. Her toes curled in the sheets of the bed and her hands reached over her head to hold onto the arm that her head rested on. With a sudden buck of her hips, her womanhood clenched around the older man's finger and she had to bite her lip to keep from shouting out. They were still guests in the temple and priests could be sticklers about what the people in their halls engaged in while in the holy place. Kord likely would not have minded all that much. He probably would have considered it good sport at the very least.

Jayce watched his champion fighter slowly come down from her climax. Despite the bruises and the carnal act which she was recovering from he still thought she looked adorable, almost cherubic as the moon played on her smiling face. He eased his finger from inside her and traced the contour of her lower lips, spreading the sweet nectar of her arousal against the soft flesh. “All good, girl?”

She turned  her head towards him with an amused grin on her face. “Please. I'm not even winded!”

“More, huh?” The older man lifted his eye brow, not really surprised by the young woman's endurance. He had trained her after all, and endurance was important for an athlete like her.

Pedderee nodded and reached up to the collar of the oversized shirt she was wearing and tugged it up over her head, leaving her completely naked save for the poultice wraps that still clung around her ribs. The halfling didn't have a hair on her body except for the small patches that sprouted from her feet and toes. Like an excited puppy she hopped into his lap and attacked his lips in a furious kiss. The fighter's lips didn't stay there for long though, and quickly trailed down the man's throat. Her pawed her hands against the trainer's chest, dragging her fingers through the downy tuft of graying hair that trailed down his abdomen. The man was a former fighter and it still showed. It may have been years since he competed in the ring, but his body still bore the strength of a man who knew how to defend himself and deliver a painful message to those who underestimated him due to his age. 

Jayce was content to silently watch as the prize fighter blazed a trail of kisses down his body, but he finally spoke up when she started to untie the knot that held his sleeping pants on. “You don't have to do all that, girl...”

The halfling looked up and met his concerned face with a smile that was somehow both sweet and lecherous. “But I want to... and the champion can have whatever she wants!” Pedderee grunted as she wrestled with the garment, trying to pull it out from under the much larger man who was still occupying them. After letting her struggle for a few moments the graying man lifted his hips and allowed her to undress him. She managed to tug the legs of his pants completely off his body and with a cheer she flung them off the edge of the bed.

Jayce sat up against the headboard and the eager young woman wasted no time in taking his member into both of her small hands. He barely spoke as she stroked him. The halfling noticed his silence and smiled while she bobbed back and forth, putting her whole body into massaging his length. “What's the matter? You shy?” Pedderee teased him playfully and doubled her efforts as she felt him grow harder despite his placid demeanor. 

“Just been a while is all. Don't mind me. You seem to know what you're doing though.” He smiled at her then and flexed his lower muscle, making it jump in her grasp. She chuckled and planted a kiss on the tip of him. He was marvelously endowed in her opinion, perhaps too much. There was little hope that she could ever feel him inside her – he was longer than her forearm and thicker still - however that didn't mean she couldn't have her fun in other ways.  The tiny woman parted her lips and fastened her mouth as best as she could against the tip of him, licking and kissing the head of his manhood while she continued to stroke him in both hands. Not a single inch of him went unattended to by either mouth or hand. The champion was attentive but she lacked restraint; kissing, stroking, and suckling in an effort to achieve a quick victory. Jayce would have scolded her for her lack of patience, but it was difficult to not admire her dedication towards the task. 

“You should stop... I'm gonna...”, the trainer warned the young woman who enthusiastically did her best to wrap her mouth around the tip of him. He couldn't tell whether or not she heard him. Perhaps she was merely ignoring him. Her ministrations were rewarded with a low groan from the older man and a rush of liquid white. The first rope was enough to fill her tiny mouth. Pedderee vigorously continued to stroke the man beneath her, her eyes lighting up with glee with each gooey strand that fired up into the air and landed haphazardly on skin and sheets. The halfling swallowed what was in her mouth and quickly went down for seconds, wrapping her mouth against the head of Jayce's length and licking up the last of the seed that oozed out and dribbled down his shaft.

Pedderee cooed happily, pleased with herself and the results of her play. By the looks of it she was certain that the older man enjoyed it just as much as she did. The halfling crawled up to nestle in her trainer's lap. She leaned in to press another kiss against Jayce's lips and he reciprocated, parting his lips so that she could slip her tongue past them. He held her gingerly in one arm, cradling her carefully so he didn't aggravate her injuries. His other hand slipped down past her rear and he slipped his finger into her sex once more. 

“More?” The small woman smiled impishly, mimicking the older man's gruff voice. He only chuckled at her and helf her against his chest while he worked anew to please her again. His pace was quicker, matching the fevered pace of their kisses. The fighter allowed herself to be taken, giving in to the overwhelming sensation of the finger that pistoned away inside her. 

“J-Jayce! Jayce!” The young woman cried out; the name of the man who pleasured her was the only thing she could think of. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, not minding the scratchiness of the man's prickly beard as she rode his digit towards another exhilarating peak. By the time she was able to come down, her inner thighs and the hand that stroked between them were drenched. He used the shirt that Pedderee had earlier intended to sleep in to wipe the both of them down before tossing the damp garment to the other side of the room. The two soon found a comfortable configuration to sleep in; Jayce laying leisurely on his back and Pedderee finding a comfortable spot on his chest. 

The older trainer rested a hand on the back of the drowsing fighter; regarding her, not for the first time, as a tiny, bruised up angel. The halfling smiled, resting her cheek – the side that was unbruised – on the man who had been by her side for the entirety of her career. She'd still be pinching copper pieces from strangers if it wasn't for him. She never had to do that again though. She had gold. A gold belt to be exact. What more could she want? She answered herself with a sigh of contentment and a languid nuzzle against the sternum of the older man. She had everything she wanted right then. If she figured out something else to desire then she'd take it. She was the champion, and the champion would get what she wanted.