Anna vs Elsa 110-123 (Patreon)

This knockdown was different from the previous ones. The punch, with all of Elsa's weight behind it, shook Anna's skull and her brain inside it into a complete mess. Anna lay face-down on the floor, nearly out cold, while an exhausted Elsa caught her breath after landing the decisive blow.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!" the referee counted.

"Ugh...Nngghh..." To Anna's surprise, she began to move again. Despite the accumulated damage, which was enough to make someone out cold, she still could stir.

Only an old, but still strongly burning hatred for Elsa could explain her tenacity.

Barely able to contain herself, she slowly raised her upper body from her prone position with her hands on the ground.

"Five! Four! Three!" But that was all she could do, as she hugged Elsa's lower half and buried her nose in the ice witch's navel, struggling to get up, her legs failing her in the aftermath of the intense concussion. But help came from an unexpected source.

"Two...!"

"Hey, stop the count, look, our princess is recovering!" Anna felt Elsa's muscular arm reach under her armpit, supporting her, lifting her up.

"Wha... w-what…" Anna said in disbelief, even in her daze. Her arch-enemy's face took on an expression that seemed oddly kind and gentle.

"This game isn't over yet, is it? We could go on like this all day, right?" Elsa smiled. Her 'spirit of sportsmanship' was indeed touching, but there was an undeniable cruelty in her smile.

Anna could see right through the charade. This ice bitch didn't want it to end here, she just wanted to have a little more fun. Torturing her helpless 'inferior' replacement some more...

"Yeah... you c-c-cocky b-bastard. I... I..." Anna barely held a fighting pose, but her words were slurred and stuttered by the concussion, and her legs were wobbly.

"...I'll k-kill you!" Anna's punch struck Elsa's breast-at least she thought it did. However, her powerless slap only managed to hit its target with a barely slapping sound, causing Elsa to spill a little milk and smile in only bit of pain.

"Ouch! Okay, that's the spirit, but come on, is that it?"

"B-b-bitch..!" Anna slowly slapped Elsa across the face. Elsa's face turned, but she looked back up at Anna as if nothing had happened and smirked.

"I'm really disappointed in you, Anna, this is so sloppy... I'll have to give you a demonstration!"

And with that, Elsa's powerful hook smashed Anna's tits left and right. Milk sprayed violently in all directions. It was now more of a one-sided beating than a boxing match.

"Ugghhh..!!" cried Anna, writhing in horrible pain, and instinctively hugging Elsa.

"What's this Anna, we already know how this is going to go, do you want me to crush your guts with my abs again?" Elsa giggled.

“Oh, wait... I have a better idea.” Elsa whispered in Anna's ear.