Open challenge by some little Mauler

Anya smiled at the twitching, hot young girl. "Be it still sore?" she asked softly, leaning down to kiss and suckle softly at Sasha's aching tit, teasing the nipple as she fingered her steadily, fingertip seeking gently for her ripening young clitoris. her other hand went over to grope at her better conditioned breast

That breast was a small bump but Sasha closed her eyes, blushing again and nodded as she arched a bit with a small moan, the tiny, virgin slit clenching around the probing finger, almost too tight for the index.
The beaten kid now waited.looking at Anya with big eyes.

Anya smiled down at the young fighter, giving a soft shushing sound. She probe her finger in deeper, feeling gently but persistently for her tender young clitoris, fingertips softly painting over her tiny breasts. The boxer leaned in closer, kissing Sasha firmly on the lips, though a purely loving gesture. She would not apologize for what she did in the ring. It was what fighters did. But it didn't mean she couldn't do a bit to help with the pain

Sasha braced for more, then cooed right into Anya's mouth with a little moan as their lips touched. The girl was too young to be a good kisser so her surprised, curious suckle seemed very clumsy.
She arched her sore back a bit. She blushed deep red and felt like some stars would explode in her head.
She blushed even deeper as she realized how stiff her nippled turned, it ached a very little bit, just like the finger probing her cunny that clenced tight around the finger, the tip of her small., tender clit soon peaking forth.
Sasha shivered a bit.

Anya's lips curled in a smile against the tender suckling of the young girl, gently amused by her inexperience but going along with it, letting her tongue tongue and mouth guide her along, teaching by experience. She tickled a finger under the tip of her clit teasingly, urging it bigger and more erect to her touch.

Her finger would pinch down gently at the nipple, wishing to tease more squeaks from the little lover as her tongue grappled with Sasha's

Sasha gave a small whimper, the small, bruised, beaten fighter giving in to the adult like she had given in to her in the ring, or rather to her strenght.The small kid arched her back and shivered as she felt some strange, tingly feeling, eyes fluttering as something happened the girl had not known yet.
Hardly in her teens her body was rocled by a sensation of overwhelming might and still in some pain the heavy clymax was almost too much, juices gushing out from the small slit of the boxer.

"Tis alright," Anya said softly, soothing the girl with a stroke of her short hair as she started to shake. "It's ok. Relax. Trust your victor..."

She loved the sight of the small girl cumming, shocked by the beautiful sight of what she imagined was her first orgasm, though she might know better if she knew more of Sasha. "And?" she said softly. "Twas it worth it?" she said, kissing her softly on the side of her mouth

The small fighter, moaned, curling up a bit with another small shiver.
Some more juices gushed out from her still bruised small cunny, the eyes of the kid jumping open for a moment. She gasped again, giving a week nodd, her head dropping back.
She fainted slowly.

"Tis fine, m'little lady. Angels sing thee to thy rest," she said softly, brushing a hand over Sasha's short hair. She thought she'd at least stay long enough to see that she got some rest undisturbed, scooping her up and moving her to the nurse's office when other girls came in to change so she wouldn't be woken up.