Love's Light Mingles with Darkness: Elara Theodorou (D) vs Nyarlathotep

[Nova]

The opening success of the Greek rookie spurred on a round of cheers from the audience, drowned out only by the painful crash of Nyarlathotep's back plummeting into the mat. Elara took a moment to indulge in the moment as she rolled over onto one knee, brushing aside a strand of hair as she looked up at the crowds with grateful eyes. But Nyarlathotep's voice pierced through the moment, strained and sputtering, but nonetheless dripping with noncompliance.

"Yes, that is indeed true" Elara concurred as she once again threw herself on top of her reeling opponent. Taking advantage of Nyarlathotep's lifted back, Elara slipped her arm behind the girl and weaved it around her head. Her other hand met it from the other end, fingers forming a clasp that cuffed the entirety of Nyarlathotep's neck between her arms, leaving only her head to protrude through the constricting hole. Elara's body slanted itself sideways perpendicular to her opponent's, slowly increasing the pressures as the expert submissionist positioned herself into a side-mounted headlock!

"You see, the outcome is destiny, and your destiny lies in submission. But whoever said defeat needed to taste bitter, hm?" Elara said soothingly as she began using her hold to wrench Nyarlathotep's head further up from the mat. At the same time Elara's head would slowly descend downwards until the two were face to face, nose to nose, then -

Elara leaned in for the kiss, lips plunging forwards to silence any wince or groans seeping out of her opponent's mouth. And yet, a moan of pleasure escaped from the sensual submissionist's throat as she lay claim to her opponent, savoring all of the surprising warmth and flavor that existed within the dark girl's mouth. Planting her feet into the mat, Elara shifted her weight so that her breasts would mash overtop her opponent's, further constricting her lungs and forcing more air to mingle between their embattled mouths. The chokehold was as dastardly as it was dazzling, allowing Elara to squeeze more and more life out of her foe all while enjoying the splendors of the goth girl's lips.

[Monsy]

The suplex left a sour tingle in her spry back. The crowd lauded the rookie, with Nyarlathotep on the backfoot continuously and unable to catch something meaningful yet. Soon! Her mind would say, the time would come by the will of the outer gods! And with her last bit of rebellion curdling out with her strained voice, she was ready to try again.

Until…

“Oof-!” Elara came right on-top. Worse yet, her position was exploited at every turn to an expert degree! Nyarlathotep felt her arms bypassed with the grip up wrapping over her shoulders and around her neck instead. Her eyes widened! She cursed her, “E-laaaa-raaaaaa..!” muffled into Elara’s sideboob. Her boots started scraping immediately. She tried shuffling around her hips. A leg, her far one, lifted and tried to hook over Elara’s face, but she was simply too far off!

This made her head like a watermelon that was being squeezed. Where the blood rushed to her face in a reddened blush. A leak of tear on the corner of her eyes and a fat smile as she strained and struggled, hiding her pain in eldritch madness.

And in one swoop, Elara made her squeak! Lips locked. Their drool mixed as Nyarlathotep tasted Elara’s mouth for its full flavour. Their tongues wrestled with Nyarlathotep on the losing end, mouth ajar and flushed. A sense of delight struck a low moan, hardly audible from her squeezed head, now being slowly sucked of blood like a vampire. Her golden hues were fluttering. For a little while, Nyarlathotep was stun locked! Heart-pounding! Warm enough to start sweating inside her leotard! So what did she do? First! She planted her boots solidly on the canvas again. Then, after two air-thrusts, she sprung her lower half and curled it over Elara’s shoulder, hopefully turning this hold so Elara was face down!

She put her knees flat, raised her hips and began to stand foot-by-foot, with Elara still locked on her head. But that wouldn’t matter! Because, if Nyarlathotep could stand up, one foot behind Elara, headlocked, then it would be perfect for Nyarlathotep to hug Elara's lower back with one arm, grab the mid-thigh and LIFT! Up! Up! And straight down! Belly-to-back Suplex!