Main Event: Rose Gold (c) vs Amano Jaku - MMA style Beach Match for the LAW Lightweight Championship

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"A-Aah..." Amano's body made no further struggles to resist Rose. Even as she pleaded and begged the only response the champion gave was flipping her over in response before observing the Demon up close. "M-Mm-" The slight touch of Rose's hand had Amano shiver. Her neck twitched, her hands jolted. Her sensitive body writhed in Rose's light touch. The panic in her eyes mixed with desire as her body screamed further and further for release as Rose's hands danced around her body.

Then, the two met eyes. Forced to look right into the golden eyes of her opponent, feel her lustful breath pepper her face, feel the weight of her body over the Demon's, feel the teasing, tantalizing near-touch of their lips... For a moment, the fear Amano felt died down. The world around them started to fade as the only then she could see were the two golden dots staring right back at her. A fellow warrior standing over her, hair wild, body glowing with sweat, bruises decorating her face as if warpaint. Every throw, kick, punch, and strike the Demon gave Rose showing clear on her face and body. The look of an honest fighter.

She... looked beautiful. A part of Amano cursed the thought, but the look of this woman standing over her wearing every bruise on her body like a badge of honor... it was captivating.

Amano's racing heart steadied as she forced herself to breath, hot breath meeting hot breath. "Aa-"

"Shhh. No screaming now little demon."

A kiss silenced any words that Amano was about to say.

"!!!"

Her eyes widened, shock and worry growing. She felt it. Hard, but somewhat malleable, just at the tip of her sex. A teasing touch that had the Demon's hips wriggling, expecting... something... and wanting it. Wanting anything to satisfy the needy sensation.

"Are you ready?"

It took every bit of sense the Demon still had to not nod at the question, but rational blinked out of existence once Rose's lips met Amano's in earnest.

She didn't fight it. She couldn't fight it. The fight drained her of stamina and her lust drained her of reason. Her head reeled back with the little space she had, letting Rose completely take over her explore her, feeling the golden tongue she had fought against just minutes ago. She locked fingers with Rose, instinct making her clamp down hard for the support and to show her desire for intimacy. She wanted to move, wanted to make Rose push herself further into Amano's mouth to feel more of her tongue and touch had her body the energy for it. All she could manage were hums. Relieved, needy hums for more. Deeper. She needed Rose to go deeper and explore more insid-

"HHHHHHMMMMMM!!" Her body spasmed to the side. A blaze of slick friction had Amano's eyes wide. In an instant she knew exactly what went inside her. Shock, fear, excitement, a thousand emotions roared within Amano, her eyes locking onto Rose. Scared. Unsure.

And... curious.

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The crowd roared as Rose Gold buried herself deep inside of her fallen rival. They cheered and clapped and stomped. But none of that noise reached her inside of their private bubble. For the reigning champion, they were hidden in plain sight. There was no sight more desirable than that which writhed beneath her. That which she had taken. And there was no sound louder than then symphony of pants, moans, suckles, and wet squelching.

Their bodies glistened with the efforts of the match wound and ground together. Their modest breasts compressed and mingled with their sisters as their bodies bucked in a rhythm determined by the blonde's hips. The grip on Amano's fingers tightened, an indicator of the effort and tension she was putting into merging their supple female bodies together.

She filled Amano's mouth with a curious sensation. Her trademark strawberry flavored kiss was seasoned with the heat of her voice and the iron from the blood that Amano had earned from her. And the longer they kissed, the more it mingled with Amano's own flavor, transforming into something different. More intimate. And less singular. A sensation that would be impossible to produce with any other combination of woman. Distinctly them.

Her expression was softened by lust. The feeling of the strap-on roughly pounding against her mons filled her with lust. And the way the crotch of the toy rubbed against her swollen, sensitive pussy caused it to run over with her lust. It dotted the sand without any trace of subtlety.

Rose Gold drew her head away from Amano's, though she did so as she suckled upon her tongue. Only releasing it when there was no more left to grasp between her lips. Then, looking down upon Amano, she licked her lips for just one more taste.

"Mmmn~ Do you like it? ha~ ha!~" She spoke in between honey-soaked pants. Her hips worked relentlessly. A sapphic locomotion that pounded away at Amano's insides. Her sanity. She was filling her up and gouging her out. Every withdrawal spilled more of her lover's lust upon the sand before her senses were smashed with another full-body thrust! Forcing Amano's body to jolt and jostle for all to see. Bare and beautiful and shining.

"Do you like feeling~ Nn~ Me~ Ha~~ In the deepest~ nnn~ Part of you?" She was uncompromising in the way she took her. It was with a love that she wouldn't allow Amano to deny. Full, eager thrusts that she could feel inside her belly. "I'm f-filling you up A-amano-chan~! I'm going to Haahn~ Make you cum, by kissing your womb!" Her hips ground against Amano's. She crushed her labia against her pubic bone as she circled her hips as toy kissed the seat of Amano's womanhood!

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"Aah~ Ha, haaa~!" With Rose finally released her mouth, Amano nearly screamed out her moans. An addictive kiss fusing with the rhythmic movements against her sex, along with the strap-on making each plunge inside her forcing out further and further electricity had Amano's eyes rolling. Lust was the only thing that matter now. Lust, and the woman forcing it onto her. With each thrust Amano's body arched and bounced. Rose had complete control, and the little movements Amano made only helped get her further to the heaven she desperately wanted to see.

The few twitches she could make went upward to make each of Rose's thrust dig just a millimeter deeper at each round. The kisses had Amano's mouth try to tilt forward and maintain contact to the taste of iron, salt, and strawberries. "Ha~ Ah! Nnnnn~" And the moans didn't stop. Very bit of sweat and fluid exchanged between the two as they collided sent electric shocks throughout Amano's body, begging at each thrust.

"Moooreeee!"

She howled it out like a child wanting a treat. Primal instinct took over, all bits of her mind focused on satisfying her carnal need to be broken. "More! More! Moooore!" And at each hypnotic thrust Amano wailed for Rose to go in deeper. She could feel it. Rose poking deeper at her core. A thin, fragile sheet of glass within her body. Rose was poking, tapping the very surface of her inner wall, threatening to shatter with just a few. More. Taps.

And Amano wanted it broken.

"Ooooooh~!"

And then, with one good thrust, it broke.

"ROOOOOSSSEEEE~!" Amano didn't cum, she exploded. White fluids splattered the now-brown sand and Rose both. Her back barely had the space to even arch, all she could do was look the champion in her eye, screaming her name as the final bits of sense left Amano's mind. And in the midst of her orgasm, a contact popped out, so primed and lustful Amano barely even notices.A now-green and golden eye staring up at the woman that conquered her, only fighting the instinct to roll back in order to see more of her. "Abaau... Gaaawuaaaa..." She could barely let out speech, her mindless babble a mix of elation and disappointment, but her eyes... were too dizzied and blank to tell which emotion too precedence.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold's hips continued to viciously pound against Amano's. The two warrior's bodies rocked against one another upon the beach. Amano's thrashing and Rose Gold's bucking resulted in the creation of a lewd sand-angel beneath them.

The champion shuddered in reaction to Amano's surrender. Her inner woman tore itself tearing itself out of the tough exterior of the fallen fighter. What was once a proud, braggadocious competitor had become a desperate, pleading lover. While the feeling of bumping against the resistance of Amano's body was intoxicating; It couldn't compare to the sensation of seeing her womanly walls crumbling.

Rose Gold shuddered. Overwhelmed by the eager and lustful reactions the former demon exposed in her surrender. Her hips quivered in tandem with Amano's as she panted from the exertion of pillaging her former rival's sex. "Ha-ahn~ Mmn~ NNNNN~" They say sex is fifty percent mental. But for Rose Gold, there was nothing more erotic than the discarding of her lover's sense of self. The surrender to pleasure. To her.

And the once proud fighter screaming her name was too much for the domineering sadist to endure. Her lust poured out of her. Splashing against Amano's pulsating pussy, thighs, and soaking the sand beneath them! "FFWAAA-G-GOD!!" Her thighs shook, forcing the head of her fake cock to stroke the deepest reaches of Amano's insides, stretching her orgasm longer.

And when Amano's hips finally hit the sand, both women were left in shambles. Bruised. Beaten. And dripping wet. Their bodies stretched over one another horizontally. Rose Gold looming over Amano. Her blonde hair was damp with sweat as it clung to her face. She leaned down and sealed their bout with a tired kiss. Punctuating Amano's defeat. And welcoming her to womanhood.

And with the ritual complete, she dismissively pushed Amano's face away from hers, forcing her cheek against the rough sand. She separated their bodies with a lewd, wet sucking sound and stood tall above Amano. She placed one shaky, sand-covered foot upon Amano's cheek. Then, with a lust-drunk and self-satisfied grin; she raised a single fist into the air, triumphant. The other was busy, taking Lexy by her hair and directing her to lick clean her thighs as well as the implement that had been used to satisfy her quarry!

The bout was done.

The company logo would appear on the screen and Fight the LAW would begin to fade out upon this image. There could be no better shot to present to American investors. A scene of intimate sex and thrilling violence.

This was LAW.