Ianthe Taylor vs. Bubbles Burste - The Two Towers

[BlackAkuma]

”Ah, fuckfuckfuck!” Bubbles breathlessly huffed and puffed as the Imperiatrix continued to thrust into her with wild abandon, humping her with furious fervor that even left her breathless. It wasn’t anything too unusual for the Virgin Killer - after all, she’d been in this situation before. But only as the aggressor, the one on top, controlling the pace and calling the shots. Ianthe had done something few women on the planet could claim - not only getting the better of her, but turning her into a helpless fucktoy, absolutely mastering her body and dominating.

And Bubbles loved it. Absolutely loved it.

She let out a long, crooning cry when Ianthe’s teeth dug into her neck, tenderizing her with a lovebite that made her toes tingle. As much as she wanted to fight back, to do something, anything, to assert dominance in this scenario, her body rebelled against her every struggle. Every time she tried to push her way out, she was slammed back and given another maddening burst of pleasure, dulling all her senses. She might well have fallen flat if not for Ianthe pinning her there.

Their crotches were dripping a sinful stew, and the wet sounds of slapping skin filled the glass box, only drowned out by Bubbles’ hectic cries. She wasn’t at the bursting point just yet, but she was holding on as best as she could. Not because she cared about winning the match, but because she wanted to get the most pleasure out of this, milk every drop.

She did her best. She held the line. But there was only so much that any dam could take, and when Ianthe spoke those commanding words, it all came out at once, a gushing torrent between her legs, spurt after quivering spurt, all while she arched her back and cried in her sweet, Souther drawl. ”I…Ianthe!”

[SeptaX1]

The sound of a defeated woman beckoned the blonde's ears. Thrust after thrust and another relentless cycle of vulgar teases left her begging and left to the mercy of fate. With one last push, Bubbles's enjoyment of the buildup of pleasure led to an overjoyous gush of ecstatic release. The ruthless blonde felt a warm stream of thick honey flow down her thigh, and it wasn't coming from herself. She could feel the grave intensity of the orgasm as Bubbles's body shook and quivered against the glass cage and galvanized square steel frame of the imperatrix. Ianthe loved a good squirter.

"Atta girl~" The Englishwoman of posh background mimicked the accent of her foe in a stereotypical fashion.

Her nipples still kept a firm stubble from the after effects of a prolonged fit of drunken pleasure. Still the imperatrix's divine pussy dripped to leave the clear wet stains on the floor.

She maintained the heated pound-for-pound press against Bubbles, but it was evident the latter was well and truly finished. Once tightened abs softened in a hot oven into garlic paste that could be spread on a piece of bread. Now tamed and swallowed up by the meat-grinding set of bricks that could still flex out every bit of power left within. The softened set was docile and left to be molded into whatever shape was seen fit by the hungry animal. Ianthe felt a great arousal at the end of such a match. It was an exemplary display of phyisical and sexual prowess. The pseudo-nun made a mere example of another sexual titan, a fun one at that. It was absolute cinema.

"Fate bestowed upon me a wonderful plaything. And now, I have no use for it~" She cooed into the ears of the fallen foe. And for the last time of the match she departed her body from that of her rubbing post.

The imperatrix basked in the glory of hedonistic desire and subsequent invigoration of her own ego. Showlights and cameras beamed down on her resilient and nude form that maintained every bit of hardness it had from the very beginning. Bangs disheveled and drenched along with the rest of her body in a glistening layer of persipiration that showed the physical taxation and desire the fight imposed. Ianthe held a lustful gaze upon the sight of the defeated woman, relishing in the pleasures of softening up such strong girl and the sating of simple primal insticts. A hand moved to her own pussy and briefly fingering to slightly relieve the irresistable desire of the cooked mind. Eyes closed, licked lips, and bitten lips. A slight moan of pleasure, before stopping herself from the release.

Ianthe appreciated her handiwork for a few moments more before taking to the exit door of the glass sex cage. However, the English giant would not leave without having a few words for the lovely wife of her wonderful opponent.

[BlackAkuma]

This was not the first time Mariah had watched her wife lose - far from it. While Bubbles was a dominating force in the ring, a juggernaut of lustful violence, she could be easily distracted and was never the most graceful. She won more than she lost, but she did lose, and it was never that big of a deal when it happened. They’d both come to accept it, and most of the time Bubbles got what she wanted even in defeat. She was always out for a good fuck, and while she liked to be on top, she never complained when she took the bottom, either.

But this…this was different. While it wasn’t the first time she’d lost to another giantess, either, Mariah couldn't remember the last time she’d seen Bubbles overwhelmed liked that in such dominating fashion, practically overloaded with sensual intent. Ianthe was simply on a different level, the unstoppable force to Bubbles’ immovable object, and she was coming her way.

Bubbles was still in the ring, writhing around in a growing pool of her own sweat, still trying to regain her senses. Mariah knew her wife’s limits, enough to know she would be fine and fully recovered in about two, maybe three, minutes. But that was a long time. If the Imperiatrix was of the wrong mind, there was little Mariah could do to stop her from having her way at the moment - a frightening, but enticing, thought.

She gave the woman a polite round of applause as she approached and sat back with her legs crossed, nonplussed and unaffected - appearing that way as much as she could, at least. ”Credit where it’s due, that was quite a show you put on. Impressive.” She tapped her chin, thoughtful. ”I’m sure Bubbles would love a rematch sometime, if you’re interested. Perhaps in our own apartment, even.”

[SeptaX1]

Fortunately for Mariah, Ianthe did not plan to hurt or do anything harsh to her. There was no reason to do so and it seemed quite cruel frankly, even for someone with a little knack for sadism.

"Hmmhmm, why thank you love~" The sweatied nude blonde responded to the praise in her sweetened flirty tone as if nothing had just happened. Her eyes then looked back to the cage with the defeated Bubbles remaining plastered on the edges where floor met plexiglass with back faced away from the two conversating. Eyes returned with another kind of warm lighthearted smug.

"I must confess... you're quite the lucky lady to be in the arms of all that~" She touted Mariah and her pull. A big hand of a tap on the shoulder from the giant.

Ianthe's eyes perused as the wife talked about a rematch with her treat of an opponent before another enjoyable smile adorned her face. "But why off course! I don't see a problem if she would like another piece of me~~ and as for you..." She leaned forward to the point where her eyes were on level with Mariah's, an analytical stare and cold smile. A hand caressed the cheek of her face. "On the perchance you wish to offer yourself as part of the meal alongside your lovely wife, be my guest~"

Ianthe took a firm hold onto one of Mariah's wrists and swept the palm along her own abs, fresh from the long battle yet still just as hard from when it first began. The rough edges evident yet the moist sensation to the touch left her skin feeling like a smooth wettened sponge. "Naturally, you will get to learn more about these, if you so wish~" The blonde goddess moved to leave a kiss on Mariah's forehead. She rose again to full height and winked as she walked away.

"Until we meet again, Iittle thing~"