Best Two Out of Three: Evelyn Fallanger (D) vs Dr Mina Takemi

[Monsy]

A quake rumbled inside her core. Jolts of heaven pierced her every sense. The likes of twitches onset like an insatiable concert. Evelyn couldn’t withstand much more.

The wet and warm strokes seeped into Evelyn’s core, a little rattle accompanied the motions, twisted her stomach, throat and muffled her suffering through a whimper. She tried everything. Her legs defied her, her hands clung, then nothing more. A face dipped with pleasure could only blush and hope that a saviour would rescue her pride. But with none, the damsel blushed and moaned until her heart couldn’t cry out any more, her reactions merely a second after Mina’s last stroke. There was no breath spared. No moment to recollect. No time to struggle. More and more, the arms of the debuting wrestler rattled and clung. Shivered and frailed that even the earnest effort dwindled into a quake.

“I…..I’m t-try...try….trying!”

She said, fumbled into a whimper. Intentions were misread, the hope to fight soared for a blink. Limbs rallied into a tremendous kick, her hands gripped like an earnest claw destined for malice. Her eyes narrowed and the next muster became a quiet beastly growl. Then another tongue stroke. And another. And another. Sensations, more power than the last struck and pulled her foundation. Knots formed within her stomach, muscles tensed with her legs like clots of pain. They surrendered beyond much fight, as her arms enveloped Mina’s thighs from outward and clawed. Her face turned further towards the mat, the will within her iris drained into lustre the crowd and cameras drank up.

〝A—Aah wait!! N-nooo… — 〞

Her voice cracked as the fingers penetrated her sex. They were soaked with her love, the warm and wet surroundings hugged his digit and set her core alight. Every inch of movement was followed. Her hips rolled when his finger rose. Groans slipped, then evolved when a second digit joined the torment. Squirms became spasms Yet, her heated features couldn’t help loosen, soon the cries of ecstasy became clearer than the broken pride.

〝P… Please…??? I can’t … handle… Nnn…”

As a second delved, a squelch emerged. She welcomed the second digit into her soaking heat and felt not even the stretch of her hamstring. For once, she truly melted into Mina’s mercy as the digits curled and struck, nearly making Evelyn scream towards the crowd if a hand didn’t cloak her mouth. As her eyes welded shut, her face shook to protest. Her upper lip curled and slipped another moan, a sense of drool dropped from her bottom lip’s corner.
The sensation climbed into the heavens, swelled inside her body until she not even felt an ounce of reason. Moans evolved into blissful screams that the world heard, just as her body convulsed and jolted. Her hips sprung against Mina’s fingers, the squelch accompanying each strike as her cum poured out in three consecutive squirts. They both ruined her thighs. sex and mat, marked by a glisten and triggered after Evelyn’s cry. Even as her mind numbed, the pleasure overwhelmed and a wave of delight within the crowd, the rookie’s headspace dulled. Though her orgasm struck, she continued to gush against her opponent’s fingers, her whole body ushered an era of spasms that saw her toes curl, fists clench and hips jerk to its own song.
Alas, With a fall so vehemently ripped from the rookie, the call was made and separation was soon to follow. That is, would anyone enforce such a sight?

[SuckerPunch]

Dr. Takemi could read the body of her competitive lover. Every twitch. Every squeeze. She explored the woman's insides with her fingertips and played her body like an instrument. She felt her two fingers pressed tightly, painfully together as Ms. Fallacy's insides convulsed and collapsed upon them. For a moment she felt like her fingers might break as a result of the woman's undeniable bliss. The pain made her more eager.

Her digits rebelled against the wanton will of the other woman's body. Massaging the frantic muscles and addressing the nerves. She felt her insides balloon and knew it was coming. As soaked as her fingers were, her face was about to get wetter. Ms. Fallacy wasn't simply going to cum. No, her eager young pussy was going to squirt. She was sure of it. Because she was going to make her!

"Mmmmn! *Shlpppp*!" She moaned and sucked lewdly upon the woman's clitoris. Driving her towards madness. She could hear the woman's words. A pulsating remix of moans and pleading. She was broken. Vulnerable. She was ready.

And when Mina pressed the flat of her two fingers against the interior of Ms. Fallacy's pubic wall, she erupted! Mina's fingers pumped, dutifully stroking and stirring up her insides, even as her spasming sex greedily took them in a death-grip! The fall was complete... But that didn't matter. Because Mina wasn't done fucking her!

The mature woman's lips pursed upon her sensitive nub and urged her orgasm on, extending it. A second squirt of shameful fluids accompanied the vision of her toes curling over the crest of her up-turned ass.

And even then she didn't stop. Her hand pumped against her glistening, soaked sex. Pushing inside of her and touching her deepest places. Until she felt another collapse approach. And upon this final, unstoppable and mind-melting climax- Mina pulled free!

She withdrew her hand and leaned back! And spread Ms. Fallacy's thighs. Her thumbs spread her swollen lower lips and allowed the whole world to witness her insides as they quivered and clenched and ejaculated in defeat.

And then the bell rang. And Mina released her.

As she rose and freed the woman from beneath her own sodden sex, she wondered... Was Ms. Fallacy even present any longer?

"Wake up honey." She said as she slipped her fingers into her own mouth, sucking them clean. "Time- mmn." She pulled them free of her lips, a trail of saliva slowly separating as she finished her sentence. "For round two."

[Monsy]

If her body was a humble stitch, it had come undone.
Two delicate digits treated her core with authority and ventured deep to soaked themselves with Miss Fallacy’s cream. How they moved and overwhelmed her body with a fluttering spice, which exploded into another spasm. The pleasure bloomed tighter, had sucked in Mina’s fingers deeper for another plunge, who obliged, and the seconds felt like hours. A numbness paraded her mind as it drew, her pleas mere invites to take what Mina had already won. Then she came. Her sex squelched to the continued pump. A bath of heat swallowed her, sweat glistened against her skin and joined by her gush that wetted her core and the inner thighs, stomach and Mina herself; who goaded her climax with a delicate touch, a peck upon a flower petal.

“Mmmhhh…. Gahhh … F-Fuck!”

Another orgasm wasn’t long-off. A fist pounded the sheet once and cursed out. That hand opened and clawed the material, hushed into mere whimpers that crescendoed into a short squeal, then fell into a litany of breathy moans, serene like a winter’s first snowfall, contrasted by her heart’s bitter storm. Her body stiffened in Mina’s grip as another gush signalled yet another defeat in one fall, coupled with a bell and roar from the crowd.

Limbs befall the canvas in a heap of sweat; legs split just enough to see her drool. Both arms splayed in either direction, and her eyes fluttered with a slow-drawn blink. Her breath was serene yet gaping and lapped for air; her tongue lulled on the bottom lip.

“R.. Hah….Rrrr…..Round…. Two?” She said, slurred and stretched by pitched exhaustion.

“I’mmm…. Ready….”

She turned onto her side then flopped onto her stomach. A warm cheek meshed into the canvas as her arms cocked and pressed - a mounted effort to heave her upper half until they rattled and she collapsed. She groaned, then tried once more and scaled onto all fours and lugged herself towards the ropes before she teetered to one side, but an arm already slugged over the middle. Bit by bit, her frame rose; from a straight posture on her knees then a full stance. An arm hooked the top as she shuffled with trembling legs. Her gaze, distant and covered with silver tress, hid her cherry blush that consumed her face and neck.

“I’m ready… I’m ready…”

She soon fell back against the rope, then teetered forward into the corner and collapsed onto her knees. The middle turnbuckle became her pillow as she slumped, drooling and panting. It took the referee’s help to see her stand once more. But even then, she stood with her back leaned against the turnbuckle, arms slumped forward with her shoulders, and a tired glance offered to wherever Mina went. Yes… Round two.

“Ready. Come on.”

[SuckerPunch]

Dr. Takemi watched as Ms. Fallacy tried her best to gather her wits about her. It was clear as day that the woman was beaten. Her bare sex drooled from the vicious bliss it had been subjected to. Her legs were about as stable as a fawn. In fact, it took several bouts of assistance from the ref girl to even get her to lean against the turn buckle. She wasn't going to be leaving her neutral corner to meet Mina in the middle of the ring.

*Ding Ding Ding*

The bell sounded, mercilessly declaring the start of the second round. "Sorry honey. This is the business." She offered in solemn condolence.

Unlike Evelyn, Mina was in prime condition to continue the fight. She pressed forward like the killer in a slasher film.

She sought to catch Evelyn as she weakly stumbled out of the corner! Her right foot would shoot out to catch her foe right beneath her belly button! To force her to lurch over so that her hands could shoot out and catch her by the hair. If she was successful she would pull her forward, forcing her head between her thighs and dampening the back of her head with her bare sex.

She'd trap her there, bent over with her backside exposed to the world. She raised one fist to the audience to let them know she intended to end this round in a single move.

"When you wake up, come find me. There's so much more I'd like to do with this lewd body of yours." She offered with a lascivious smile as she stalled, letting the terror of Ms. Fallacy's helplessness settle in.

[Monsy]

Attrition had mounted upon her body like weight slamming against a vessel. Her limbs grew heavy like iron; tremours to boot likened to trembling earth. There was an emptiness in her hue as her sweat-slicked back nestled into the corner, where both arms slung over the top and clutched, but even her digits decided to retract as she mustered another whine as the bell sung. The echoes bounced inside her ear, and she mumbled a grunt to force her knee-touching legs to part and marshal a stance, to reclaim an ounce of dignity; go down swinging if she must.

“I’m… ready… I’m ready. I’m ready.”

She reached up and brushed her hair back; a haze dazzled her vision that moved the mat from underneath her feet. There leaves a sense of queasiness and warmth as her inner thighs were slick with arousal. A hand reached to nurture the desire, the bubbling sensations of prior orgasms. When her eyes lifted, a boot whipped near her waistline. Nausea crept like a surging infection; next breath full of spit as she careened over and loosened saliva towards the canvas in one loose groan, closer to a wheeze as she laboured to reclaim any amount of breath.

“Owww….”

Once a hopeful countenance was now riddled with ghost-white. Her bottom lip curled to whine, and she gazed upward as hands found her hair and forced both to close. As two limbs imprisoned her ears, she grabbed handfuls of Mina’s thighs to paw and caress, akin to an angelic brush stroking a smooth wet canvas. Soon, her back begun to waver with a bubbling strain that crept towards her neck and down her thighs.

“Wait… wait… I’m not ready to lose…. yet.”

A breathy pant commenced alongside an exploding heartrate as the danger choked her throat to mutter anything in response. When all had cleared, Evelyn had collapsed. Her knees dug together then fell right. Should Mina not support her waist, Evelyn would kneel, head dipped-down and hands welded between her legs, doused in shivers.

[SuckerPunch]

Broken. It was the most appropriate description of Ms. Fallacy. Her world had been shattered and her body destroyed. She could see that the woman still had some fighting spirit in her. A dying campfire that refused to be quelled. But she hadn't the strength to stoke the embers into something greater.

Her arms wrapped around her waist and her hands clasped at her belly. It was from this position that she could truly feel how weakened Evelyn was. She was deadweight in her arms. Her legs couldn't support her. In a way, Mina envied her. The explosive in-ring orgasm must have been heavenly to leave her such a hobbled mess. But all of that envy left her as Mina pulled Evelyn skyward!

She flipped her right side up as she pulled the rookie up the length of her body! She'd come to a stop with her legs over Mina's shoulders and her thighs pressed against her cheeks. Mina braced her hands against Evelyn's plump, bare backside. Supporting her weight as she stalled for a moment. Allowing Evelyn to hang upon her shoulders. It wasn't unlike reaching the peak height upon an amusement park ride. A moment to breathe. To anticipate. To fear.

"Sorry honey. But if it's any consolation-." She paused as she pressed her lips in a chaste kiss against the girl's bare, sodden sex. "You were delicious."

The break released. And Mina stepped forward as she drilled Evelyn into the canvas with "The Diagnosis".

The Diagnosis

A brutal release powerbomb. Evelyn would find herself planted on the back of her neck with all of Mina's weight and momentum behind her! The sound of her body hitting the canvas was not unlike a gunshot. And the sight of it would silence the crowd.

[Monsy]

Knees married the canvas to which they pressed and quivered upon the hands that touched her flat belly. The weakness drove the breath out from her lips; the minute pressure was enough to suffocate. Higher she loomed, flipped onto a pair of shoulders, and hunched, so her posture coiled; arms draped to either hip; fingers twitched and hung like vines; a breath drew and held. The thumps of her heart climaxed into a pale complexion. Her teeth welded; silence broken by the whimper as the inevitable drew near.

“A-Ahhh…”

The desire to beg melted into an angelic-toned moan, sweetened by the warm brims that coaxed her pussy. The aches and succulent touch unwound her into an open book before the thousands. So intoxicating and unhealthy. So humiliating and un-proper. Yet, so good. So alive.

Her hands came to her defence one last time, formed before her wetted thighs, and her hips rolled into their lips. The throw felt like hours. Hours became an instant. Her head’s flank and nape cracked against the canvas. Pain delivered into her spine as her brain rattled against her skull, beckoning a lasting scream as her eyes bulged, bloodshot, and punched from her lungs to cause spit to fly. Boots by her head, arms spread wide, her glance guided towards the ceiling in an empty yet tranquil blink. There was a struggle to draw breath, made easy by her will to lie there. To rest and recover forever as her naked hips suspended towards the heavens. Her diagnosis? Utter, utter defeat.

[SuckerPunch]

Ms. Fallacy hit the canvas like the world's most beautiful meteor. The mat nearly caved with the force of the powerbomb as it drove the fight clear out of her opponent.

Mina observed her handiwork. Ms. Fallacy was little more than a moaning, mewling mess. For the second time in as many minutes. She blushed as she took in the sight of the lovely woman's bare and sky-bound hips. The temptation to once more stir her up with her tongue was present. But mercy ruled the day.

The beautiful young woman had been a worthy opponent. She'd fought and flirted and earned the doctor's respect. And in an act of twisted respect, Mina fell upon her folded up body. Her hips pressed against hers as her hands pinned the woman's ankles by her head. She pinned her to the canvas in a position that was suggestive, but also hid her body from view.

Ever the hedonist, Mina couldn't help but gently shake her hips... Subtly bucking her covered sex against Evelyn's exposed flower. "Mmmn. Absolutely delicious." She sighed as she looked down upon Evelyn's strangely erotic vacant stare.

She closed her eyes and savored the moment. Then, she pressed forward, forcing her mouth upon Ms. Fallacy's. She caressed the woman's lips with her own. Capturing and sucking upon one of her lips as she ran her tongue along it. She purred into the other woman's throat, intoxicated by the excitement of being the alpha bitch!

"1!" The count came as Mina indulged in the beaten beauty despite her initial thoughts of mercy.

[Monsy]

The canvas absorbed her as its own—a folded damsel, wrought with a battered spine, neck and pride. The sheer weight of her ankles froze her arms in place. An inhale fought her ribs that tightened its chokehold on her chest. And when won, it battled through the invisible barrier at her mouth’s rear, tied within this knot that scuttled out. Thus, a purr skipped from her brims. It was love-brushed by another pair; brushed and suckled, wetted and treated as an opulent jewel.

She remained steady, where not even a hair shivered upon the silent head. Though as their hips rubbed, it stoked the once passed flame; shivers and twerks laced her periodic movements like twine. Her breath shuddered in what was a strained mewl, and her eyes sparkled in its grey state, where a brow twitched and fluttered with batting eyelashes.

“H...hah…..”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

The bell fell on deaf ears.

Her debut would pass her by, a memory fragmented by her knockout.

When all is done, she will pick up the pieces; never shall she forget the myriad of sensations etched into what was a museum of firsts.

Winner: Dr Mina Takemi