Selene Thorne vs. Freezer Katakura - Cold as the Grave

[BlackAkuma]

Freezer was never the sort of woman to get off on pain. LAW seemed full of wrestlers like that, ones who delighted in torturing their opponents for the sheer fun of it, ones who liked to dissect their foes and make them scream. While she wasn’t above getting rough and dominating, the sheer act of hurting someone never did anything for her.

But she would be lying if she said that crushing Selene’s midsection with her thighs didn't feel immensely satisfying, like squeezing a giant stress ball. She clamped down, poured on the pressure, and felt her foe’s frame wither against her, that magnificent body melting in her grasp. The sensation was enough to send shivers up and down her spine, and she swore she could’ve reached her peak from that alone, if she so desired. She was half-tempted to try.

”Better. Much better.” Freezer hummed, gave her one more good squeeze, then threw her body into a roll and flipped on top of Serena, taking position on top. Her legs slipped out and traveled down, trying to coil around her foe’s to pull them apart in a grapevine, while she reached back, seized her wrists, and attempted to pin them over her head.

Dominant. Assertive. Exactly where she wanted to be. WIth them like this, she brought their faces close together, almost going for another kiss. Almost. Inches away. ”Mm. I think I like this view of you much better.” Her tongue slipped out, lapping against her opponent’s lip and their hips ground against each other.

[Eir]

Selene’s breath came in ragged gasps, the pressure of Freezer’s thighs crushing her midsection like an unyielding vice. Each squeeze stole a little more of her strength. The Grave-witch, usually so composed, felt a flicker of frustration, humiliation, and something close to panic.

She gasped as her body was rolled and she was pinned underneath Freezer.

Her fingers twitched helplessly, trapped beneath Freezer’s firm grasp. The heat of Freezer’s teasing lick against her lip sent a shiver through her. Her voice broke, yet no sound came out.

Her eyes darted around, searching for an opening, a way out, but found none. The grip on her wrists was ironclad, the grapevine around her legs tightening with every second, and her body felt small beneath the relentless dominance of Freezer’s presence.

[BlackAkuma]

”Got you.”

Freezer’s whispered words carried over the audience’s cries, some of them cheering her on while others begged for the Grave-Witch to break free, their support evenly divided. For her part, the Ice Queen paid them little mind, as her gaze locked on the trapped woman beneath her. She had been so composed before, but what was this? A flicker of fear? Panic? The walls beginning to crack? No, that would not do. She wanted this woman aroused, not afraid.

”Easy. Easy.” She stretched Selene’s legs out a little more and brought her lips to the woman’s ears, brushing against them with every word. ”Relax. Accept this. I don’t want to hurt you…yet.”

She brought her hands away from Selene’s wrists, only so she could place her forearm against her foe’s collarbone, keeping her pinned while her other arm went to more important matters. The first order of business was pulling at the straps that kept one of her breasts covered, slipping along them and sliding them enough to bring a pert nipple out into the fresh air. From there, her touch went lower and lower still, trailing along Selene’s sides, while she brought her mouth to the exposed orb. A lick. A nibble. Tasting the tender, exposed flesh, while she kept her eyes focused on her foe’s face, monitoring every reaction.

Further down, she eased up on the grapevine. A risk, but a necessary one, as she brought her hips and began a slow, hard grind, driving her hips against Selene’s and pressing their pussies together through the thin layers of fabric. Tantalizing and teasing of so much more to come.

[Eir]

Selene’s breath trembled at the warmth of Freezer’s lips brushing her ear. She fought to keep her composure and resist the growing heat that curled low in her belly as she tried to push the girl off.

Her eyes flickered as Freezer’s fingers eased the strap away exposing one of her breasts. The teasing lick sent a shiver down her spine and she clenched her jaw fighting the urge to surrender as her eyes rolled back, A low moan slipping from her lips, trembling and barely controlled.

When Freezer’s hips pressed against hers slow and relentless Selene’s resolve wavered. Another breathy moan escaped her, soft and desperate as Freezer began to grind. Her hands pinned but restless twitched at her sides. She swallowed hard voice low and raw as she whimpered. Another soft moan escaped her lips as she surrendered to the feeling.

[BlackAkuma]

This might have been Freezer’s first official hentai match, but it was far from the first time she’d had a beautiful, lithe woman beneath her, though she would happily admit that Selene was far more fetching than most of her paramours. Regardless, the game was much the same, nothing she was unfamiliar with. The true trick was establishing control in the first place, but now that she had it?

The look on Selene’s face told it all. Desperate. Delirious. Drawn away by the pleasure. Her struggles were feeble, and they only egged Freezer on, like a lioness with her wound prey. Her lips curled into a knowing smile, then upped their efforts at her breasts, running her tongue along the sensitive flesh. She brought her teeth out to play and sunk them deep into the tender flesh, fishing for a reaction.

If she didn’t get it there, she would undoubtedly get it below, as Freezer unclasped her legs, slid forward, and pressed her thigh against Selene’s pussy to start up a hot, heated grinding. Faster, faster, faster, she began to work at a feverish pace, as she tried to drag her opponent to the edge and over it, fueled by her foe’s incessant moans.

She wanted Selene to pop. Needed. She was going to make it happen, one way or another.

[Eir]

Selene Thorne, the cold-blooded temptress who so often turned her opponents to mush with little more than a whispered breath and a twist of her hips, was being undone.

It showed in every twitch of her pale, glistening form. Her thighs trembled. Her back arched. Her lips, parted in something between a gasp and a moan, could no longer summon any words. Freezer had stolen them all.

The biting at her breasts had earned a loud moan, torn straight from her throat. Her hands, once precise instruments of torment and pleasure, now clutched weakly at Freezer’s shoulders.

And when that thigh grinded against her soaked pussy, hard and fast and merciless, Selene bucked.

Her mascara, smeared into dark trails across her cheeks. Her breath hitched in her throat with every rock of Freezer’s hips, every hot drag of friction against her aching core.

Her voice shattered into a loud, keening moan, shameful, beautiful, unrestrained. Her back bowed as her orgasm hit, crashing over her like a wave pulling the witch into the undertow. Her fingers curled. Her toes clenched. Her mouth hung open in mute surrender as pleasure consumed every last inch of her.

And when it finally finished, when the twitching slowed and her hips fell still, Selene lay beneath the woman, glistening, gasping, and utterly undone.

[BlackAkuma]

It was all so very magnificent. Freezer had given pleasure to so many women, even in her short time on Earth - dozens, maybe more. She could remember each and every encounter, taking pride in her work and the impact she had on the female form. While she could not say for certain without sitting down to truly ponder, she would wager that the reaction she received from Selene was one of the best.

Her body shook and shivered, moving with unnatural energy, as if everyone one of her limbs, had a mind of its own. The thrashing was nearly enough to knock Freezer away, but she stayed put, held the course and rode it out, as she felt a dampness growing on her thigh and a familiar, heady scent took to the air, dominating her senses.

The look of bliss on her foe’s face said it all. The first orgasm of the match was hers. Now, all she needed to do was win traditionally, and with Selene so utterly spent beneath her, she had ideas on that front.

”Oh, dear. I seem to have made a mess.” She gave Selene’s nipple one, final bite, than began to travel downwards. ”I suppose I’ll have to clean it up, won’t I?”

Freezer slid between her Selene’s legs, pulled the scant straps aside, and went to work on her pussy right away, dragging her tongue along the woman’s hot flesh, teasing and tasting at the same time. She savored every drop, but pleasure wasn’t the only goal - no, at the same time, she grabbed her opponent’s legs, pushed upwards, and attempted to fold her up into a pin, pressing her shoulders to the mat while she eagerly ate her out.

The referee was stunned at first, but quickly moved in to do her job, slapping the canvas besides them. ”1…!”

[Eir]

Selene’s body lay trembling, chest rising in frantic little gasps, hair spilled like a pale halo across the mat. Her skin was slick with sweat and bliss, her limbs limp and twitching from the aftershocks.

She heard the count, faint, distant, like a bell tolling through water. And still, she didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Her legs had no strength. Her arms were splayed uselessly at her sides, fingertips brushing the mat. Freezer’s tongue moved inside her. Selene’s back arched weakly in response. She tried to speak, to taunt, to breathe, but all that came was a choked little whimper.

“Two…!”

Her eyes, rolled up. Her fingers curled against the mat “Ohhh… gods…” she rasped, barely audible.

She tried to lift her shoulder. Tried. But her body didn’t listen. Her limbs belonged to the woman between her legs now.

“Three!” The ref’s hand slapped the mat. The bell rang.

“…You’ll… pay for that” she murmured faintly, eyes fluttering shut. “But not before… you do it again…”

[BlackAkuma]

And just like that, it was over.

Freezer had to say, she was pretty surprised by the result - she never went into a match to lose, naturally, but she hadn't expected to pull off the win that fast, and in such decisive fashion. But there was no denying the results - Selene was utterly spent, her body sprawled out, limp, all the strength of a wet dishrag. Perhaps she should’ve been disappointed, but as she savored Selene’s sweet taste on her tongue, she couldn't quite muster it. This was a good match. Short, but sweet.

She lifted up, basking in her victory, when her opponent spoke again, whispering her way through the haze. Her words surprised Freezer at first, but her smile quickly returned, and she leaned over the woman’s body to place a single, loving kiss on the Grave-Witch’s cold lips, with a touch that bordered on the reverent.

”I’m going to hold you to that.” She gave Selene a quick, playful tap on the forehead, then stood up and promptly made her way back up the ramp, heading back to the gorilla position with no small amount of sway in her step.