Madeline Christiansen vs. Natasha Loclear - Hot Chocolate

[Lightman]

“The invitation sounds lovely indeed.” Madeline looks to ponder on it, tapping her chin with her finger. “Though I’ll give you a nice reward and lick off all the delectable goodness from that sexy body of yours. At least I’ll have all the milk and honey to wash it all down~. Straight from the source, too. And since we’re newly wed, I’ll have an endless supply~.”

Madeline had once found things ironic about the naming of some matches. Hentai Submission sounds fine enough. The loser is brought to the point where they have enough and taps out or pleads for their surrender. But with the quality of women in LAW who are willing to take things to exhaustion, the name doesn’t sound so fitting. Those thoughts aside, the brunette expected that’s how it would go with the bluenette. Strong minds that will take a lot to be brought into submission. And able bodies that can take all the punishment and dish it back out. Then again, with how rich this cake is, it’s a good thing that they will have to work for the victory.

Her shoulders were loose and limbered, getting some of the kinks out, but generally, Madeline felt ready. She crouched a bit, gripping on the ropes tightly, focusing all the anticipation onto them. Before Madeline could get a reply in, the bell rang and Natasha shot out like a canon. Clearly, with all that had happened before the bell, Natasha no doubt wanted to get her hands on her. Madeline didn’t want to waste time either. The instant the match started, the bluenette led the charge. Madeline met the Frenchwoman in the centre, slamming into one another with a delicious smack. Natasha got a firm grip on her, though, one that elicited a quick, surprised gasp from Madeline’s lips, before those same lips met that bosom. She tucked her chin in, chuckling as she let her cheek nuzzle upon the tit flesh.

“Don’t tell me I’m in the doghouse already.” Madeline chuckled. One hand went to Natasha’s rear, getting a handful of that firm rear, while her other went to the back of her head, pulling her closer. “Or are we doing some foreplay? Is it too late to ask your favourite role?” Madeline kissed the clothed tit, her hands gripping Natasha’s hip and wrist, tugging on the waistline of the bikini bottoms. “I’ll give you a clue, I like to be on top~.” As soon as the last word left those lips, Madeline stepped in around. The hand that’s on the wrists shoots down to grip the back of Natasha’s knee, using her falling momentum to spiral down into a takedown, bringing Natasha down into the decadent cake. Should it all work out, the brunette seeks to keep on top of the bluenette, sitting on top while getting her head back to pop it away from Natasha’s embrace.

[lyannapelon]

Madeline's imagination was really running away with this idea of them being newlyweds, not that Natasha wasn't thinking similar thoughts as she stood there admiring the luscious body of the british bombshell. "You know I was thinking a friendly wager might be the only thing that could elevate this match even further...but no matter how much I think on the matter I can't shake the belief that whatever we'd win would pale in comparison to what we're already about to do to one another." Natasha gave her long blue hair a quick brush with her hand, flipping it back behind her shoulders while grinning hungrily at Madeline from across the chocolate cake pool.

The pair clashed in the middle of the ring far from any ropes that might save either of them from a solid hold, Natasha taking her first shot at just that as she thrust her hip into the woman's abs and wrapped an arm around the other's head for a simple but always effective side headlock. Of course she had made certain Madeline had as up close a view of Natasha's breast as was possible without her stripping, Natasha rubbing against Madeline's cheek as much as she was squeezing her head. "I wouldn't call this the doghouse, millions would love to be where you are right now~"

Upon feeling Madeline getting a bit too comfortable however Natasha tightened her arm around the brunette's head, giving her something else to think about instead of where her hands should roam next. Madeline went for a take down all the same, forcing Natasha to react quickly to keep herself from the bottom. "Sneaky!" She exclaimed as the pair went down but Natasha maintained her headlock as long as possible, landing on top of Madeline for a cake softened body slam before trying to shove off of the Brit and roll to her knees. "Top by the way~"

[Lightman]

Hard not to make fun of the particular direction their banter has been taking. Natasha has been more than accommodating to indulge whilst they tussle, all the while Madeline entertained the headlock she was in. “A wager, hmm? Loser does the dishes?” Again, playing with the certain theme of being newlyweds. “I think you’ll be sooo hot in a maid’s costume. For the dishes, mind you. Unless you wish to serve me in bed~?”

Peppering with hot kisses on the clothed tit, her cheek building heat with the mini rubs, Madeline wasn’t shy to cop a feel. The English Rose was enjoying it back when they first introduced each other, and Natasha’s body was too good to go back for seconds. Though, as much as she was enjoying this, she still remembered that this was a match. And she wouldn’t get much done being in this position. How vanilla.

Madeline suddenly shifts her body so that she drags the Frenchwoman down with her. To her credit, Natasha was quick to intercept that takedown manoeuvre, almost using that same momentum to slam the taller brunette right onto the cake. “So are you!” Hard bumps are what she’s used to, but Madeline wouldn’t complain about a soft landing. Rather than keeping on top of her, the bluenette shoved Madeline away; the Brit having a portion of her supple skin covered in the cake. “Well, we can’t both be top now, can’t we? One of us will have to decide~.

Sitting up straight, Madeline shifted to her knees, not far from where Natasha is, almost as if she was willing to continue from the knees. "How about winner gets to be the top? Should be a fine wager, I say?" She purred, all the while inching herself closer to the Frenchwoman.

[lyannapelon]

A thin layer of chocolate cake along with a healthy splattering of sauce now clung to Natasha's side and back after rolling her way off of Madeline, proving she had been quite right about the futility of trying to avoid getting dirty in this match. Thankfully the cake was warm from the lights of the arena although there was a cool patch that she couldn't help but wipe up with her finger, giving it a quick sniff before licking what she now realized was a raspberry sauce clean from her finger.

I wonder just how many surprise flavors are in this cake? The thought might have drawn Natasha to investigate further, the curious type that she was, but one look over at the waiting Madeline pushed the question from her mind, only for the Brit to give her a counter offer to think over instead. Natasha played it up, crossing an arm beneath her chest while gently tapping her cheek with the other hand, leaving small chocolate fingerprints upon her pale skin in the process. "Winner gets to be top then? Not like the loser would have the energy to deny the winner their choice of position anyway so sure, lets add that to the treasure waiting for the winner when all this is over~"

Natasha remained on her knees as she had noticed Madeline wasn't getting up either, watching with a feigned disinterest as the British beauty approached little by little towards her. Once Madeline was within a few feet however Natasha's smile widened and a hand rose up to beckon the other woman closer still. Those deep blue eyes then glanced down at the woman's knees for the briefest of moments before Natasha lunged forward from her knees, hands shooting forward to grab Madeline by the shoulders and keep her rooted for when Natasha's tits slammed into her own!

[Lightman]

Madeline, after sitting up, would chuckle once she saw the layer of chocolate plastered on her side, similar to how Natasha was looking after they both rolled on the cake. The bluenette couldn’t help but examine something of a delectable surprise hidden underneath the cake: raspberry sauce. A fine choice, indeed. “I suppose you’d like some tea to go with that?” Madeline’s saucy tone would tease Natasha, seemingly focused on what the cake has to offer, rather than the opponent in front of her. The brunette wouldn’t judge, however. The cake is so irresistible that the English Rose could find much enjoyment in treating this as a personal picnic.

Natasha would ponder upon Madeline’s offer, even playing it up as she looked deep in thought. The Englishwoman would cross her arms just underneath those breasts, accentuating the already impressive size. Her finger would tap on her solid bicep, leaving the same chocolatey mark upon her supple skin. “Weeeeeelllll~?” The Brit raised an eyebrow, also playing it up in response to the Frenchwoman. If she was standing, she would be tapping her foot on the cake itself. And, of course, Natasha would agree to the terms, adding it to the already bountiful rewards the winner would receive. “Agreed. Though I’ll be sure to remind you, on the unfortunate occasion that those countless orgasms cause some sort of dementia~.”

The two would get closer and closer, with Madeline taking the more cautious approach. Natasha playfully feigned disinterest as she waited for the Brit to get close. Madeline canted her head slightly to the right, feigning a pout towards the Frenchwoman. Once they were within optimal distance, Madeline saw those hands rose, as if ready for the lock-up. Only a brief moment did she see those sapphire eyes dart downwards before she would dash in, catching Madeline’s shoulders within the same time those tits mashed up against hers. “Mmm!” Madeline gave an impressed moan. Her hands would swiftly shift into a collar & elbow grip as the two clashed. Madeline’s knees shifted to get a stable base, digging into the cake itself before giving a shove with her chest. The English Rose would resist pushing against Natasha, letting those breasts rub and roll against each other. With the two oh so close, Madeline would take the chance to lean closer, her lips seemingly looking to lock on Natasha’s own…

…only for the English Rose to tilt to the side, giving a lick where the chocolate was. “Mmmm, aren’t you such a tasty treat~?” The Briton teased.

[lyannapelon]

All the tension in her muscles released as she lunged for the Englishwoman like a spring that had been wound up too tight, Natasha's hands pushing down upon the woman's shoulders until her ankles were lodged firmly within the chocolate cake. Practically at the same time her breasts slammed into Madeline's with the full force of her charge behind them, the bluenette gasping as their orbs flattened for a split second before they bounced back to their usual fullness. "Gah!" Natasha gasped from the impact of her double edged move but grinned as she knew Madeline had felt that even more than she had.

"Amnesia or no, your body won't forget what I'm about to do to it anytime soon~" Within moments the pair were locked up, pushing and pulling upon one another to try and find an opening but at least for the beginning neither was budging. Part of why might have been what was happening between their tits for Natasha was quick to realize Madeline was focused on rubbing, not pushing with her chest, and she was just as quick to reciprocate in kind. Their bikini clad breasts would slide about as both kept them on the move, Natasha rolling her shoulders to rub one moment and then to thrust forward for a deliciously feeling squish the next.

Madeline would then tease her with a kiss that never came, stealing herself a lick instead, but rather than return the favor Natasha decided to up the ante instead. "Careful you don't lose yourself in how sweet I taste~" With lust in her eyes Natasha took a single step towards Madeline, not just further mashing their tits together but also to press one of her thighs between Madeline's own and start bumping and grinding against the woman's crotch!

[Lightman]

“Then you better make quite the impression. Make me remember…~”

There’s still much more of the match to get to, but the Englishwoman has a strong feeling that Natasha could very well meet it. Much as she could just as easily get into a proper tussle with La Rose de la Française, tonight deserves so much better. Perhaps one day she might call her up for a more serious duel. Without the cake that’s almost covering their bodies.

Though that’s thinking too much ahead. Madeline was more focused on the now. As in, now was Natasha getting into a titfight with the brunette, letting their God-given gifts do all the talking for them. The fabric that is mashed between them rubbed hard, adding harsh friction against the nipples that seek to joust and poke into the flesh. No doubt Natasha was feeling it, just like Madeline was. The bluenette wasn’t being idle in this affair either, the English Rose feeling Natasha dip down before thrusting deep against her, making those breasts mushroom in size. Neither tit relented nor gave too much way against each other, with each thrusting motion bringing the two even closer while their chest flatten all the more.

“Oh, I was talking about the cake. But I can sample you more down there since you’re so kind~.” Madeline grinned, letting the chocolate/raspberry fusion linger in her tastebuds. “Mmmm…that cake right here is quite the contend-ahhh~!” The brunette gasped, feeling the impact from the harsh smack of crotches, all the while Natasha’s form embraced and damn near moulded with Madeline’s. Abs collided with a meaty smack, feeling the strong bumps that lined Natasha’s impressive core. Both womanly forms met in sapphic union. For a moment, Madeline could feel Natasha’s heartbeat. The Englishwoman purred, knowing she couldn’t leave this kind of act unanswered.

“Ohhhhhh, already in such a rush that you’re desperately wanting to hump against me. In that case…”

Madeline would slightly inch back, giving her breasts enough room to slide under Natasha’s. While this would raise the bluenette’s own to nearly meet towards her face, Madeline’s tits would soon thrust upwards, letting her breasts rub up on the underboobs. With that little upward motion, Madeline’s abs would rub, damn near scrape upwards like a sweaty, fleshy, chocolate-covered sandpaper. Her body moved like a wave, starting from the top and eventually ending at the bottom, where her hips could smack against Natasha’s like the end of a whip. Crotch smacking against crotch, one that Madeline can’t deny the electric sensations running up her spine…but neither can the Frenchwoman.

“…it won’t be long before the heavy downpour~.”

[lyannapelon]

"Just giving the world what it wants~" Natasha replied with a dazzling smile and a wink that could melt the hearts of most, not that heat was something either of them was in short supply of in that moment. With the lights all on them, coupled with their body heat, the chocolate that clung to much of their bodies had begun to melt, sending chunks of cake sliding down their bodies only to be splattered all over their chests and midsections as they rubbed and thrust together with an eagerness that betrayed how deep their lust ran for one another.

With a bit of clever maneuvering Madeline had slipped her breasts underneath Natasha's own, an act that slipped past the Frenchwoman's notice just long enough for the Brit to thrust upward, forcing Natasha's breasts to mold over the opposing pair for a moment before they bounced upward, nearly smacking them both in the face before they settled back down. "Know how to punch upward do YOU?!" The last word left her lips as a near shout as Madeline struck like a viper down below, slapping their cunts together to send a shock racing up through Natasha!

"Mine or yours?"

Natasha shifted her shoulders forward to press her breasts down against Madeline's own until the pillowy flesh had just begun to spread outward, only to then quick rock herself back and forth to furiously grind her underboob over Madeline's nipples! "I think your own~" In a swift retaliation of her own Natasha swung her tits upward, dragging the front of her large mounds over Madeline's face before bringing them slamming down onto the Brit's tits like meteors! Immediately she would follow with a rising thigh to not just bump against her sex once, or twice, but several times in quick succession to send tasty vibrations through her pussy.

[Lightman]

“What the world wants or what you want?” Madeline is all aware that the aim of the game in places like these is to entertain. The crowd and the federation are the reason these two have such an opportunity like this. But it would be disingenuous to say it’s all for others. Ladies like Madeline and Natasha will still have hints of selfishness, a burning lust to indulge in each other’s body, and the gifts that either will bring sooner than later.

That they aren’t fully naked at this point would be called into question, but the night is still young. In her mind, this is nothing but a bit of foreplay. Spicing things up for the actual show to begin. A bit of crotch smacking and tit bashing certainly struck the mood between the two, appealing to the pair’s competitive streak as the smash into each other as if two worlds are colliding. It is all too easy to bring up the England vs. France comparison, but all these things set the English Rose’s spirit ablaze.

And it was getting hotter with each traded smack of their bodies. Muscles slammed into curves; not a full power impact, gliding across them after the initial sinking and the air that left Madeline’s mouth felt against her chin and collarbone of Natasha. A pleasant sensation; the alluring malleability of well-toned curves yet beneath there was a hint of hardness, firm muscle not felt but implied by the not-too-mushy consistency of the curvature.

“Yours first. As we Brits say, I do insist~.”

Where legs seemed to falter they now hardened and reinforced, Natasha rising her torso upwards with great effort as she brushed her breasts up, almost hitting Madeline’s face, smoothing them up alluringly, before rocking them down and attempting to lodge the brunette’s own between ribs and more importantly, breasts. Specifically, the sensitive undersides where breasts were more sensitive. Slightly perked tips first, the rest uncaring as they smushed somewhat under the hefty bulk, keeping shape and mounting hardness to rub and pleasure where it felt best. And Madeline approved with a deep purr and a cute yelp.

And that’s not to mention the upgraded crotch humping that Natasha adopted to smack the opposing pussy into a heated frenzy repeatedly. Each one sent shivers up Madeline’s spine, vibrating and reverberating the waves of pleasure all around her body. “Ohhhhh…someone has a mighty need…~” she gasped. The Englishwoman would be lying if her pussy throbbed with need, as well. In that case, it’s time to move things to its inevitable course.

With the raised thigh, the only thing that Madeline had to worry about was pushing Natasha down to the velvety, chocolate goodness beneath them. Her tits would rise from underneath, looking to drill her breasts, nipples leading to the charge to push the momentum further. A foot dug deep into the cake to create more force to send Natasha backwards, all the while sneakingly preparing her leg to be placed around the between of the bluenette’s legs. So that if this succeeds and Natasha lands with her strong back on the cake, Madeline sought to move her leg just over Natasha’s hip, positioning her pussy in prime position against the French Lotus.

“Let’s give you what you desire most~.” Madeline would purr, as her hips rolled alluringly, letting it grind deeply against the Frenchwoman’s crotch.

[lyannapelon]

There was a saying that Natasha in that moment could only faintly recall but the lesson of said tale was the more irresistible the bait the better. Fortunately for Nat Madeline's desires were easy to figure out given they were likely much the same as her own, meaning all she needed to bait her trap was herself in all her scantily clad glory. Bringing her knee to bear upon the Brit's sex was a risky move given the obvious but Natasha had an idea in mind should Madeline seek to take advantage of her compromised footing.

"Is that someone who you would see in a mirror? Your sex certainly seems to think so." Natasha replied while giving Madeline a deeper feel of that French knee, Natasha pressing firmly upwards while rubbing forward and back along that glistening slit.

And then came the surge of movement from the British Brunette that Natasha, with only one foot sunk into the cake, didn't have a chance in resisting. Not that she had intended on pushing back anyways. As she began to fall down into the chocolaty desert all around them Natasha kicked off the pit floor while pushing against Madeline's shoulders to help lift herself upwards, further grinding the other's nipples beneath her tits as they too swung upward! She was still in mid fall and nothing would stop her back from hitting the cake, but Natasha's sudden movement would help her get a leg up around Madeline's waist so once they landed, with chocolate sauce splattering just everywhere, she could better control the motion of their dancing hips!

"Me? Or is this your greatest dream?~" Natasha teased just as a low moan took over, her back arching upwards while her hips remained low...only until her back hit its deepest curve as her hips then shot upward like a geyser with their pussies locked together.