Hentai Pop Quiz: Ms. Spencer vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Arlise resisted the urge to scream her success to the far reaches of the arena.

The encounter turned all at once. She felt a cheek, jaw, and tricep sink between her thighs. She tensed her abs and glutes and yanked. The stimulation ceased, her head cleared, and the redhead sat up, her breasts pressing into Muriel’s rear as the woman draped over the top of her. The crowd, who had not anticipated the sudden turn any better than Ms. Spencer, cried their surprise. Never had Arlise’s late-match, battered, tired body felt more alive.

…But she lacked energy to spare. Fortunately, with Muriel trapped as she was, the redhead needed only to cross her ankles and pull down on her head and shoulder to keep her under control. The Belgian breathed her relief… and allowed herself a small smile from the thrill of having the beautiful blonde at her mercy. And perhaps a bit at her own treachery.

“I am sorry, teacher… I may have copied some of the answers.”

The redhead, already lost in lust, needed no prompting to slide both hands along the backs of Muriel’s thighs, up and over her ass, and finally to the slit that had only just been grinding against her reddened face. She paused before teasing it further. The crowd might enjoy a show first, and the Belgian gave them one, taking handfuls of Muriel’s cheeks before one hand lifted and spanked a cheek firmly but teasingly rather than aggressively. Then that same hand slipped beneath Muriel's bottoms, the fingers and nails teasing a warm opening.

[BlackAkuma]

Careless. Muriel simply had no good excuses.

Had she underestimated Arlise? That was the only thought she could muster. She knew the woman was dangerous, but she figured that, after all she had gone through, that she would suitable cowed. Surely, she couldn't mount a comeback from all that. Surely, her legs were bent to the point of useless. She had been confident and collected, assured in her victory.

She had been foolish, and that foolishness put her on her back, with two of the strongest legs she’d ever encountered crushing her. Muriel struggled as best as she could in this grip, but there was simply no powering out of it, and the ropes were far out of reach. She was stuck and at her opponent’s mercy.

Though that wasn’t entirely a bad thing.

Muriel gasped as she felt the woman’s hand roamed around her body, going between her legs and teasing something oh-so tantalizing. Her body was ready for it, if nothing less, but those desires were put on hold by a swift spank, one that sizzled skin and left her squealing.

That squeal turned to a moan, however, when Arlise’s fingers began to slip into the shadows and work their magic. Knowing the futility of her position, Muriel decided not to fight - instead, she ran her spare hand along the woman’s thigh, caressing it, enjoying the sensation and making sure they both got some enjoyment out of this.

[Winter]

Oh... no. For all Arlise's command of Muriel's body, that squeal and the subsequent moan that poured from the otherwise-stately teacher threatened to unravel her all over again.

But the redhead let the motivation to hear more of those moans keep her centered. The Belgian beauty wrapped one hand around Muriel's leg and squeezed at the inside of the thigh while the other hand began to settle into a torturous rhythm. It worked around the edges, teasing and working at sensitivities. Arlise would never be so crude as to force a release from someone she had so quickly grown so fond of as the former Rose, and as the other woman gently worshipped Arlise's leg, too, she knew that the teacher had surrendered. This should end with the blonde's satisfaction, and Arlise aimed to please.

And the redhead truly began to feel it - the power and anticipation, her own sexuality. With worries and struggles falling from her shoulders, she... decided she might leave Muriel with the means to remember the night as the crowd bled into the background. With the eagerness welling, she curled her legs just enough to give Muriel the chance to look down the length of their entangled bodies, and her foot rested on the side of the woman's face. She made eye contact with Ms. Spencer before the hand beneath the teacher's bottoms emerged, pulled at the woman's waistband, and lifted that waistband high enough that Arlise could bite it between her teeth. She grinned at Muriel and pulled on them so they slid down the other middleweight's thighs, only far enough to leave her exposed.

Then her fingers slipped into place - one followed by a second - and the redhead began to bring the match to an end with a surprising patience and skill for one of her youth.

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel could’ve fought. She could’ve done something to counter this. She couldn't think of what that something was at the moment, but she had the experience to escape most any hold if she put her mind to it. She could’ve tensed her thighs and resisted Arlise’s sinful touch, could’ve bucked around and bounced and made even this simple task a chore for her.

But she didn’t. As strong as her competitive desire was, her lust was enough to win out over it.

Today. She had the distinct feeling that this would not be the last time their paths crossed in a ring.

But those notions were for later. Here, in the now, she found herself looking down at Arlise’s heavenly body, gently kissing her foot, as they both prepared for the final leg of their journey. The Belgian was an expert at building the tension, stretching out every single moment as she pulled her waistband, making her body stiffen with tension as the fingers neared her nethers…

One finger. Then another. Finally, satisfaction.

Muriel bit her lips, stifling a moan, but it forced its way out all the same. Where many would’ve let the anticipation get the better of them and hurried this along, Arlise took her time, starting her off with a slow pace that worked wonders on the Canadian. Her hips thrust upwards to meet the fingers, her body craving the touch, and she was soon reduced to a muttering, mewling mess. ”Arlise…” She closed her eyes and whispered the name with a breathless reverence, as she felt the lightning building within her.