Iron Belly Battle: Nathalie Christiaens vs Yahagi Fujimoto

[LunarOcean]

"Sounds like someone's afraid of a fair fight." Yahagi taunted back, unable to resist the temptation of rising to her challenge. She was good but with how she was acting, Yahagi didn't feel like admitting to that. No, she was going to admit Yahagi was good first. A mean grin showed on her features. "A man? Now isn't that a little bit dated, much like your swimwear?"

Trying to be witty with a camel clutch tormenting your back and neck was tough. Yet where Yahagi was from, she'd been crushed by much better (or worse, depending on one's perspective). She wasn't going to let a few ass grinds make her sing. In fact, she attempted to shift her own rump, grinning as her own tush tightened, making her opponent's grinding all the rougher.

Before Yahagi could snap back again, Nathalie made her move, finding tough muscle waiting for her butt.

There was a problem though.

It shot up, locked both its ankles in an "X" over her face, and pulled down aiming to slam her into the mat.

"The money shot? Right there." Yahagi replied, aiming to then slide onto her opponent, aiming to seize both arms by their wrists and wrap her muscular thighs around hers, pinning her cheek to cheek and then rubbing it in with a cat like nuzzle, smushing her features once more. Yet Yahagi did not crush her down yet, attempting to simply hold her down, letting her breasts smush down and her rising and falling belly grace and kiss against Nathalie's.

"So, how do you like your meat done? Medium, well done, rare?"

[Winter]

Opting for action rather than more jawing back and forth - jawing could only get her so far, after all, if she did not give Yahagi more to deal with than aiming for the better comeback - Nat succeeded in her attempt to roll Yahagi. Her rear planted squarely on the cocky ab queen's toned midriff, and at the same time, the Belgian shifted her feet to again plant Yahagi's arms into the canvas. But she should not have tried for the same maneuver and positioning twice, she realized, a mere moment after she leaned back and started the first scrub of her ass across Yahagi's abs.

The demeaning smile that started to cross her face as she stared down at her fellow raven-haired beauty disappeared in favor of a confused glare and gasp as she saw both of Yahagi's feet in her periphery. They locked snugly beneath her chin before Nat could raise her hands to stop them, and though she grabbed them, the strength in Yahagi's legs (which she had unfortunately already become familiar with) would always beat Nat's balance in this position. The stunner gasped as she tumbled onto her back.

And before she could respond, weight pressed down on her - the weight that could only belong to her hard-bodied opponent. As Nat moved to lift her hands, lash out at Yahagi, both of her wrists got pinned to the mat to either side of her. As her legs shifted, two equally powerful thighs coiled around hers, locking her down. Then breasts mashed breasts, and cheek mashed cheek. "Ungh!", Nat groaned, as she flexed every muscle in her body and pushed up to try and find anywhere she could overpower Yahagi and squeak out from beneath her. But after several moments of straining... she went slack.

There she lay, buried beneath Yahagi, with nothing but the shared heat between their bodies with the slight slick of sweat they had accumulated to share. And the smell of whatever shampoo Yahagi used as the woman lay so close to her. Nat's chest heaved, Yahagi's larger breasts heavy atop hers.

But her defiance did not run thin. As Yahagi taunted, Nat muscled her head up slightly. "Rare works...", she coolly returned, before she planted her lips in what started as a suckle against the Japanese woman's neckline... before she added just enough teeth for it to hurt, knowing no one but Yahagi would be able to tell the difference.

[LunarOcean]

Yahagi was a presentable women at least by the standards of the hornier end of LAW. It's clear she looked after her body not only physically but cosmetically. This close her breath had a kind of sweet, strawberry mintiness to it and her hair had a similarly refreshing scent to it. It was distracting almost, greater than the light smell of sweat covering their faces close enough for kissing distance. Yahagi's expression almost looked tired or was she excited?

All Nathalie would be able to tell would be that the taste of her skin and the way her neck tensed when her teeth sunk in, how she stiffened but did not fully fight back, suggested very much the latter.

"So you're more honest when you're trapped..." She spoke through gritting teeth. "But if that's what you want, buckle up."

Yahagi puleld her head closer, her lips suckling on Nathalie's earlobe as her belly, resting uncomfortably (or comfortably perhaps, if Nathalie was into that kind of thing) on top of Nathalie's starting sinking into it. Familiar belly muscles re-emerged not as fully flexed monuments but a tight, slightly bumpy wall of muscle crushing down with the help the 160 pound woman's rigid spine. Nathalie's abs would feel the pressure daring them to flex or be flattened but soon the crush was joined by the grind. With the tension in the muscles causing their topography to vary, they caught and knicked against the fit belly beneath them, scraping with at first rough friction then ensnaring, fiery heat.

So much so that their bellies went from a sweat-tinged warmth to an aggressive hot, burning from the rough loving rub so much it hurt almost more than it pained. If anything, the discomfort only highlighted the pleasure of Yahagi's abs catching against Nathalie's but not snagging or slowing. They flattened her abs down, attempting to anyways, or simply nicked over them, never getting trapped or mired in the muscles they lovingly massaged. All the electrifying friction flooded the intersection of abs not just with heat and sweat but undeniable pleasure as the areas of widest surface area on the body's front in every single millimetre kissed, embraced, and made frictious love.

Yahagi had partially raised her shoulders, her hefty breasts unsmushing from Nathalie's, her head raised so she could look her in the eyes with a panting, pleasured expression. Her back-and-forth grind pattern was simple and it was not hard to keep her eyes on her opponent's gorgeous features, licking her lips. There was another reason for this - the effect of just showing your own abs as superior, making the opponent's bend to them without relying on support from the crotch and chest, was a pretty clear way to establish physical and sensual superiority.

After all, the opponent would feel their muscles that they no doubt had worked on long and hard giving into and flattening against her own. Even worse, it would clearly be enjoyable.