Karen S./Astrid A. - Dragon Slaying And Other Misendeavors (Part 2)

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Karen was rather clumsy with her grip. First her hands would lock together behind the head of Astrid. Then she'd release them in favor of locking her fingers around the blonde locks of her foe. Before finally, settling for a hold akin to a sleeper - with her left hand buried in the crook of her right arm, before she pulled the right arm in. It meant Astrid would only have the force of a singular arm upon that head of hers, but it hardly mattered. It could of been a low gust of wind keeping Astrid's face against Karen's massive breasts for all Karen cared. So long as Astrid couldn't breathe.

Muttering over and over to herself as she sat to her knees, Karen was happy to keep this hold as steady and as firm as it was until Astrid simply went limp. Knowing this woman was too like-minded as she to even consider a submission, Karen was already forming an imagined scene in her mind of the referee dominantly raising Astrid's arm again and again only for it to haplessly flop.

Astrid as strong - too strong for Karen's liking - and this showing of hers had been far too good as well. So what better way than to make the audience forget all that Astrid had achieved, than by beating her with a face full of chest flesh?

Smugly humming at the imagined thought, Karen's smile grew even as the sustained body contact meant the heat between both women only increased. What was already a valley of sweat between her massive breasts was now becoming a near literal lake, with Astrid forced to willingly shut her mouth else she risk being drowned. Something Karen had absolutely no issue with occurring, as she gave one sudden thrust of her upper back to push out her breasts all the more.

Not that she needed to, needless to say. For the face of Astrid was long since out of view of literally everyone in attendance...

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When Karen changed the position of her arms, even the tip of Astrid's nose and eyes stopped being visible to the audience, her face completely sank into her opponent's breasts. The blonde kept her mouth tightly closed, although even so she could still taste the sweat on her lips. As the oxygen was evaporating from her lungs, she began to slide her feet on the mat, which betrayed how sad her position was. Especially considering that just a few minutes ago, victory was practically in her palms.

The Norwegian woman's body refused to obey her. Her hands were still on Karen's waist, but Astrid didn't even try to push her opponent away. The inability to breathe and the terrible headache after falling from the turnbuckles did their job very well. The Golden Dragon caught herself thinking that nothing could be worse. But, as ironic as it was, after a moment she realized how much she was wrong.

"Uuuummm!!!" She moaned into the soft flesh of her rival.

When Karen arched her back, further plunging Astrid's face into her ample breasts, the blonde involuntarily tensed. There was no doubt that Karen was very serious about her intentions. Astrid managed to imagine what pleasure Karen would get if the match ended this way. Even though they shared a few very unusual moments, Astrid was sure that the blue-haired woman was still true to her principles and that she literally longed to see Astrid's hand fall three times on the mat.

"Faen..." flashed through the Golden Dragon's mind.

She had no idea how much time she had left before the darkness completely engulfed her. But she knew for sure that she was not going to give Karen such pleasure just like that. No. In this match, she gave her opponent too much. And although she wasn't afraid of such a thing as defeat, she just couldn't give up on the idea of putting up a last stand.

Astrid's hands, resting on the American woman's waist, slid along Karen's sides, rising a little higher. And as soon as they were at the level of the middle of Karen's torso, the Golden Dragon brought her hands together, grabbing her left wrist with her right hand. Even if she is destined to lose consciousness, she will do so in an attempt to take Karen with her. That was her decision. And so, using what little she had left, Astrid intended to push her chest forward while straining every muscle in her arms. As her last attempt to resist, she intended to lock Karen in a ground bearhug hold and thereby do the same thing that Karen herself was doing right now, namely squeeze all the damn air out of her rival!

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Karen Starring, for all her masses of cleavage and curve, did not do hentai matches. Or even close, for that matter.

She did once, to what felt to be a lifetime ago, but one dip into said pool was enough for the amazonian sized swimmer for a lifetime. The focus of the match - the general aura, in fact - simply did not gel with Karen's personality. She took pleasure in sadistically dismantling those she hated, often enough with smothers and the use of her thick figure, but she felt the edge was in a way taken off in matches where such a thing was the intended goal of both parties. With that in mind, Karen certainly didn't expect herself to experience anything even approaching arousal inside the ring again.

And yet, here she was. On top of Astrid, with her tongue close to rolling out of her mouth. And that was before Astrid even bothered to grasp back around her...

Fully pressed atop of that muscular, busty form, Karen wiggled left to right and not purely to get a more dominant position. Unable to resist the urge to tickle Astrid's washboard abs with her own hips, Karen came very close to visibly biting her lip before the masses. Eyes shut and damn near quivering, Karen would have to actively shake her head left to right to get it back in the game as it were.

Turning her gaze back towards the top of Astrid's head, Karen's bared teeth would stay just that, with nostrils flaring as she powered on through with her intent to choke this amazonian woman out. Though it was a given that her blonde foe had little inclination to go quietly, as she locked her already familiar arms tight around the rear side before pulling down. Whilst Karen's body would indeed be pressed against Astrid's own in a form that benefited Karen more than the blonde - given Astrid was doing Karen's job for her in enclosing the space between her face and Karen's bust all the more - the earlier squeeze on Karen's body hardly put her ahead massively.

A battered waistline and crushed abs would once more be forced to throb courtesy of Astrid's power, with Karen's cheeks visibly puffing thanks to the pressure back upon her! Arching her back as best she could, albeit in an awkward manner to maintain as much contact between her bust and Astrid's face, Karen was already visibly wincing at the agony once more coming upon her body. She was very much weighing her options right now on whether she could endure this squeeze for a moment longer, never mind enduring it long enough to finally force Astrid out!

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Having come here, Astrid could not even think that she would find herself in such a position. No, of course she was well aware of who Karen was and that more than anything she likes to use her breasts as a weapon. So the Golden Dragon was quite open to the possibility that at some point her face would end up between the breasts of the American woman. But she definitely wasn't prepared for the fact that it would be so arousing for her!

She didn't want to lose, that's a fact. The very thought of missing out on a victory in such a tense match squeezed her heart. The Golden Dragon joined LAW to get to the top by walking over the heads of the best of the best. She hated it when anyone looked down on her, especially in the way Karen had done it in the beginning. The descendant of the great Vikings was not afraid of defeats, but this was the case when she simply could not afford to lose.

At the same time, the blonde just couldn't deny that her soul was literally singing because of her contact with Karen's body. It was more than just the weakness Astrid had always felt for strong women. Astrid and Karen were not like fire and water, they were like two tongues of flame fused in a passionate dance. At the beginning of this match, the Golden Dragon had felt nothing but hatred for her opponent, but now her feelings were so contradictory that it literally drove her crazy.

When she wrapped her arms around the waist of the blue-haired woman, it seemed to many just a gesture of desperation, because the more Astrid hugged Karen, the deeper her face sank into the breasts of her rival. In fact, it was all just an illusion. Karen made sure that from the very beginning Astrid's face was immersed so deeply that the blonde had no access to oxygen. Therefore, when the Golden Dragon began to squeeze her opponent, almost nothing changed for her, she couldn't breathe before and she couldn't start breathing after that.

Besides, she was sure that she had missed the opportunity to push or throw Karen. So that was her only option. Did Astrid have a chance to win this confrontation? Hard to say. She was definitely lagging behind Karen and she had only one advantage. While Karen was just squeezing oxygen out of her, she was simultaneously not only squeezing oxygen out of the American woman, but also hurting her using the last drops of strength in her body. However... the facts were that slowly but surely her consciousness continued to sink into darkness and she felt that if her opponent did not let her go after a few seconds, then it would be the end. If not for both of them, then for Astrid herself for sure.

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If Astrid was banking on Karen willingly giving up her hold in the face of self-preservation, she would be left completely and utterly wanting. At this stage of the match, Karen had reached a point wherein she did not truthfully care if she beat Astrid squarely or went out with her. So long as she did not lose.

Exhaustion reaching a crescendo, Karen's only saving grace was that her hold did not need much from her - she only needed to keep her arms around Astrid's head and pull, where as the blonde had to actively lock her arms as tightly as she could, before forcing them together in an effort to crush the waistline within. And whilst Astrid surely enough gave a squeeze that made the darker haired woman groan, the advantage given to Karen via her head start was simply too much for the blonde to bare.

With an audible gasp as her head came up, seemingly from the relief of Astrid's colossal squeeze being a sole one, Karen put her remaining bits of life into pulling her arms once more. It wasn't much, but whatever space that had been made by Karen slacking due to the pressure was made up in near enough its entirety.

Karen didn't know whether this was going to be the eye of the storm that was Astrid's resistance, with the blonde saving her strength for one last monumental heave or squeeze, but she did know one thing.

Come hell or high water, Astrid's face was not escaping her bust.

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There was no doubt that Karen was experiencing considerable discomfort because of Astrid's muscular arms wrapped around her torso. Even though the blonde was weak at that moment, her strength was a thing to be reckoned with. Every second that followed felt like an eternity, but no matter how sad it was to admit it, one simple truth was becoming clearer and clearer to everyone present in the arena, including Astrid. Karen won't let her go. No matter what happened, she intended to make sure that the Golden Dragon didn't leave with a victory today.

That small part of the Golden Dragon's face, when it was still visible from under the lush breasts of the American woman, turned so red that even a lobster in boiling water could seem pale. It reflected better than anything all that the descendant of the great Vikings felt at that moment. The amount of oxygen in her lungs had passed the critical mark and now she felt that her lungs were literally ready to explode.

Did she think it would end this way? Astrid was not one of those who saw herself in advance with her hand raised as a winner. It is true that there has never been room for doubt in her heart, so every time she entered the ring, she aspired to victory. After all, how can you call yourself a fighter if you think you're going to lose in the end? The Golden Dragon knew well that defeat always comes unexpectedly, and for this reason, she had long ago made a promise to herself that in the ring she would strive to give her best in every match. No more, no less.

"Fa... en..." she said softly to herself in her mind.

Astrid's eyes began to slowly close. Her pride and stubbornness generated the last spark of defiance, which she used to try to squeeze Karen's torso with such force as if she wanted to break her spine. How long did it last? Two seconds? Just one? Astrid didn't know. Because as soon as her eyelids joined, her arms immediately relaxed. Her palms slid smoothly, almost gently, over Karen's sides, and then fell lifelessly to the mat. She passed out.

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The brief squeeze made Karen outright quiver, with the dark haired amazon under the belief that there was more to follow near enough immediately. She imagined Astrid settling arms comfortably around the amazons back, before pulling with enough force to earn a rather satisfying 'pop.' Not to mention a cry of agony, followed by Karen's arms going limp courtesy of the pressure forced upon her.

But instead, to the absolute relief of Karen, what was a small squeeze was to be nothing more. With her breasts depriving Astrid of all sense and air, and no doubt the power to give off the pressure her body was normally capable of, Karen was soon left with her figure atop of a completely docile Astrid's.

Quite literally blinking the sweat from her gaze, with her eyes hazy both through fatigue and the aforementioned salty liquid, Karen dared not move for worry of waking the blonde up. Staying deathly still, with her arms holding in a similarly motionless manner, it was up to the referee to bring about an end to the situation as she reached down.

Arm of Astrid to hand, she would only need a singular drop of that arm to know there was no point raising it twice more. She was out. Well and truly.

"RING THE BELL...SHE'S OUT..." She'd bellow, with Karen releasing her arms instantly not out of respect for her opponent.

But out of pure shock...

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One drop, three drops, or a hundred drops… it didn't make any difference. At least for Astrid. Perhaps in some ways it was real magic. While she was trying to squeeze the air out of her rival, she desperately clung to hope. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that she would not win this match even at the moment when her head crashed into the mat from a three-meter height. But at least she had the hope that she could reduce it to a draw in order not to be humiliated.

Being unconscious, you don't feel worried about one thing or another. Astrid heard from her friend that some monks consider sleep to be true peace because in a sleep you stop thinking about anything and all the hardships of this world can no longer influence you. Well, true or not, it was enough for the referee to raise the blonde's hand and let it go just once, after which the bell rang, symbolizing the defeat of the Golden Dragon.

Ding-Ding-Ding.

Someone from the audience was obviously happy with this turn of events, someone shook their head sympathetically, realizing how Astrid would feel at the moment of awakening. The commentators sitting at their table were already trying to come up with headlines for the news that would fill the websites and forums immediately after today's show ended. They still couldn't quite believe what was happening, including the fact that Astrid was still unconscious. Why?

Because even though Karen had relaxed her arms, she should have also removed her breasts from the blonde's face. Yeah, right, because of them the Norwegian woman's airways were still blocked. This is exactly what the referee reminded Karen, who approached her in order to ask her to let Astrid start breathing again, as well as to raise the blue-haired woman's hand and officially declare her the winner.