Her Prizefighter: A Femdom Romance Novella

By Harper Euphoria

After living alone for over a century, Eza Isi, a lone kitsune, has gone into an uncontrollable heat and must find a mate. To her surprise, Eza finds York, a human who earns his coin as a prizefighter in the shady city of Noontide. Moved by her desperate need, York and Eza fight against her tradition, carving a new path for their forbidden union.

This novella contains:
- older kitsune woman x young human man
- cross cultural differences
- wholesome relationships, HEA
- lactation, steamy explicit scenes

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harper Euphoria
• Release date: Mar 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215459416

Harper Euphoria

Harper Euphoria is a woman whose lifestyle centers around gentle domination. She is interested in the intersection between science fiction, fantasy, history and female led relationships as the primary driver of her work. Harper has a mild caffeine addiction, and is totally your average glasses-wearing, tattooed librarian turned cat lady.Interested in supporting my work? Check out my patreon:https://www.patreon.com/dragonfruitpublishing

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Chapter One

York raised his arms above his head, his enchanted gauntlets glowing from another victory. The crowd in the arena cheered loudly for their favorite gladiator, his enormous appearance made him a favorite to bet on in the fighting rings. For a human, he was large, built like a true warrior. It was a rumor that York had giants’ blood, but as far as he was aware, he was just a simple human. Just larger than most. In just half a season, York defeated challenger after challenger, climbing up the ranks of the fighting ring.

Today’s victor, the newest addition to Golden Horse Arena—York the Destroyer! cheered the gnome announcer, his size dwarfed by York.

York helped his opponent up from the ground, a formidable magic user with greying hair. The mage would have done far more damage had he not upgraded his cuirass. York fought with a pair of gauntlets and a cuirass inherited from his father, a former prizefighter at the same arena. The armor was his most prized possession, the tools he used to make him a formidable fighter against even the toughest of opponents.

The city of Noontide was a place where anyone could disappear. To start new lives. Races of all kinds found themselves in the city, a true blend of cultures and walks of life. A world on its own that was dictated by rules of who had the most power, where the law was as flexible as a blade of grass.

Good fight, said York.

Honor was mine, said the opponent, Didn’t expect to get my ass kicked by someone so young, laughed the mage, It’s your first-year fighting, right?

Yeah, York said as the pair of them walked out of the arena, Just qualified this year at twenty.

Take it from me, said the mage, Take it easy on fights when you can. Our bodies aren’t built for this kind of thing like some of the others.

Good to know, answered York, it was not the first time he was warned about taking care of his human body. While humans could wield enchanted weapons with more skill than the other races, their bodies were prone to break faster.

York entered the locker room. His body glistened with sweat as he grabbed a towel and dunked one of the buckets of water over his head. The sounds of the crowd were muffled in the background as the announcer called in the next fight. It was a good win for him, the coin was the best part of all.

For a man like him, he could either be a fighter or a laborer. There seemed to be no other place where a man could make a living. It was always his goal to be a prizefighter, to climb through the ranks and make enough for himself to live comfortably. That was how his father supported them both when he was alive until his body could no longer take the abuse.

Yo—York, said Fredrich, Good fight, eh?

Yeah, York draped his gauntlets over his shoulder, My cut.

Here, Fredrich dropped a small sack of coins in York’s hand, Keep it up and you’ll get more. Lots of guys wanna fight you now that you’ve proven yourself.

Good. Sign me up for whatever fight you want, said York as he pocketed the coins.

I will, Fredrich said, We’re going to go far, you and I, said the gnome, his dark curls shifted as he spoke, Check the schedule tomorrow. I’ll make sure you’re booked, he promised.

York grinned. It was Fredrich who took a chance on the human when he arrived at the arena with nothing but his weapons and grit. No other arena bothered to see him. His father, Tyr, was a low-level amateur fighter, never making it out of the bottom league. It was enough for him to support them, but not a glamorous life. To York, nothing mattered except for the lights of the arena, and his desire to make a name for himself.

Fredrich was the heir to the Golden Horse Arena. What was once the best arena in Noontide had become a shadow of its former self thanks to the rather stale fighting style—something Fredrich hoped to change with the help of York.

Oh—and a lady is waiting for you, said Fredrich, She your woman?

What woman? asked York, confused.

Says she wants to talk to you. I told her to wait in the back if you wanted to check it out, shrugged Fredrich, Look. I didn’t ask too many questions. But. She’s gorgeous, so whoever she is, you did something right, laughed Fredrich, Talk to you later.

The gnome waved York off. York was confused. A woman?

He dressed quickly; he packed up his uniform and grabbed his equipment. York walked passed the other fighters, some warming up, others packing up for the night. All of them with the same dream in mind. To make it out of the bottom league. To start making the big coin with exhibition matches. The fighters were of all different shapes and sizes. York knew from experience that size was not always an assurance of victory.

York stepped outside, squinting his eyes from the sun. The arena famously had no natural light. It was a place where one could stay as long as they wanted, the fighting never stopped. He had seen for himself how some would spend all of their time there, only going home to work, shower, then return, hoping to make a fortune on betting.

It’s you, a clear voice.

York looked down, shocked at the woman in front of him. She was a fox woman. A kitsune. Aside from her thick black ears and long tail curled around her, she had the appearance of a human woman in her mid-thirties. Her outfit was not of Noontide, the robes more like the threads a sorceress would wear, rather than an ordinary civilian. Her face was flushed.

Can I help you? asked York, confused.

I’ve been searching for you for so long, she smiled, her warm brown eyes looking at him as though she knew him. His heart panged with a feeling of being so desired. He felt a stirring. My name is Eza Isi. I have been searching for you for weeks, she clenched her teeth, as if calming herself, I know that we have just met. That you know nothing about me. But please. May we mate?

What? said York surprised, I—I don’t— he stumbled backward, flustered. He wasn’t sure what this woman wanted from him, I—don’t want to be a father.

I can assure you that won’t happen. You’re a human, she said, keeping her voice even, I have potions to prevent that, too. I promise, she bit her bottom lip, Please. My body can’t take it anymore.

Why? asked York.

I am in my breeding season. I-It is a natural occurrence but it will consume me unless I satiate it. Your smell is—I don’t know why, but I—, she looked at him, her warm eyes filled with desperation. Filled with pride, too, But I will find another if you do not want to.

I…, York looked around, We can talk. The decision was his. She was gorgeous, older than him, but in his eyes that only enhanced her beauty. He looked around, waiting to find Fredrich in a corner, trying to find out if it was all some sort of elaborate joke. After a few moments, York sighed. A beautiful woman was willingly giving herself over to him, if it was too good to be true, he would at least enjoy himself temporarily …my place is this way, he said, resolved.

York had just met this woman, yet he was willingly going to bring her home. To at least have a conversation. His cock twitched at the thought of a woman like her wanting him. Her inky black hair was clean and thick. All of her looked as though she stepped out of a bathhouse. Eza Isi’s mature face was filled with gentle elegance.

Eza followed close to him as he walked through the winding streets. He felt her lightly bump against him as if she were desperate to remain close to him. He led her down a narrow passageway in the less savory parts of the city, pulling her close to him, feeling eyes already on her.

A woman like her was more common in a brothel than in the slums of the Empty Quarter. She was clean, and her very skin and hair were as if she glowed with magic. In Noontide, she would have been a common sight in the wealthier parts of the city. At the end of an alley, he opened the door to his small apartment.

It was one large room. The kitchen was the first sight when entered, a table, chairs, a sofa, and a large bed tucked away in a corner. He never accounted for having company, and suddenly tried to put away the dishes that were around the home.

Please…sit, he said as he offered her a seat. He placed the dishes in the sink and leaned against the counter.

She looked down, her breathing ragged. He could smell the arousal on her, it was more potent in the closed space, Thank you, she said, her ears flattening against her head, I knew this was a foolish idea. I was getting desperate so I had to try, she looked up at him, At least we can speak about this privately.

I have never met a Xasan before, said York. Xasans was the title for all demi-humans, humanoid beings with animal features, most often tails, horns, and ears, You are the first woman I have ever seen. I was convinced we were nearly extinct.

Xasan fighters were rare in Noontide. York could name a handful of them in the larger arenas in the city. Always formidable fighters, known for their ferocity.

Not quite extinct, she said with a somber smile, But we are few and far between, she paused, Excuse me…could I bother you for some water? she asked, needing a distraction.

York quickly grabbed a glass and some fresh water for the woman. He handed it to her and watched her drink. Her smell wafted in the room.

How much do you know about Xasan culture? she asked.

Not a lot, he admitted. He knew they were stronger, had better senses, and were more magical than humans, but he knew nothing of their society and their rituals.

Of course, Eza was calm, Xasan women are known to go into periods of breeding, especially if we have not conceived already, she admitted, It is only satiated when we can breed, she explained.

York blushed, he was grateful that his apartment was so dimly lit, But I am a human.

Yes, she admitted, That is why all of this is strange for me too, she drank more of the water, finishing her glass. I had heard stories of some humans who possess enough mana to cause this kind of reaction. And now I know it is true.

She looked at him with such adoration.