Test of Willpower! Nova Steele (Debut) vs. Gabriel Vinlee [No-DQ match]

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel's tongue was gaining a terrifying reputation within L.A.W. Before, she had tormented poor low-level wrestlers who had dared to cross paths with her in the ring, and now she was preparing the federation's new acquisition to be another girl on the list of those defeated by her voracious kiss.

One of Nova's arms had managed to break free from the queen's scissors and stretch towards the ropes; however, that did not seem to change the course of events—the distance remaining to even touch the ropes seemed like miles. Nova couldn't stretch another centimetre, no matter how hard she tried, while her hips were rocked back and forth, up and down, like a castaway floating on the waves rocked by that viperous muscle. Held in place by the anchor that is her rival.

The audience bit their lips in helplessness. Although they were equally flushed.

Nova's ass was a round piece of candy for the mouth of that wicked maiden—the babyface's legs couldn't even close to protect her; her leotard could barely withstand the flexibility and strength of that royal tongue; all that remained was her will to resist that poisonous charm that entered like a constant, dense current. But the Agent of Order's body was transforming into a trembling figure gradually, brought down by the seductive judo of the Queen of Chaos. And the worst part was that her greatest ordeal was happening in front of so many witnesses...

A Machiavellian smirk adorned the viper's drunken face as she realised how deeply she had sunk Steele. Each moan from the heroine was another nail in the coffin. And Vinlee was just warning her of what she really wanted to do to her, asking with every lick, kiss and peck if the iron would bend to her charm and allow her to go further with her portentous figure; if the champion of the cosmos would agree to surrender to her; if the heroine would allow herself to be defiled by the villain she was supposed to punish!

It was only when those hips seemed to relax, and the futile kicks ceased, offering itself to her mouth to do whatever it wanted with her, that the queen understood. It was her reward!

Vinlee rolled her tongue inside her mouth, sucked her lips, and then shot her muscle into Nova, pushing the leotard inwards, using it as a condom while that virtuous muscle slid up and down the slit to get a feel for its shape. The bodyscissors accompanied the visit, squeezing Nova's body as she penetrated her. She would relax when her mouth got what it wanted to find.

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withdrawing her face away, Gabbie took in the wet, trembling mess that the heroine's pelvis had become. She was panting as the world seemed to scream a thousand pleas and prayers. Gabriel breathed irregularly, excitedly, as suffocating heat escaped from her mouth in little clouds of steam, indifferent to the commotion.

The cold of the arena made her skin prickle, and the mere thought of defeating Steele with this was stunning her. She had to reward her enemy well if this was to be her end—ceremoniously, she surrendered to the bright, round charm of the titan in front of her, squeezing Nova's midsection with her legs, drawing her body to fit with her like two pieces made for each other. She slipped each arm under each enormous titanic thigh and hoisted each one onto her shoulders, thrilled by how dangerous and counterproductive it could be to have her head between those two pillars. She caressed the inner area of those thighs with her face, kissing them as a good omen before continuing. Gabriel wrapped her hands around this woman's hips and lovingly kneaded her bottom. She was delicate, not at all obscene, and overly playful.

The queen fanned her blonde hair, barely damp with sweat, spreading half of it over each of her opponent's quadriceps, as if they were curtains to cover her mischief. Her golden strands turned dark as they filled with Nova's sweat, sticking to the beautiful skin of this Olympic woman while the queen kneaded that bum, using her thumbs to open it. Smiling, drunk, and in love, the queen ignored the pleas of the crowd and brought her mouth closer to the heroine's most fragile spot.

With a loving kiss, she bit the spandex to make a small bulge, then used her tongue to hook the fabric and bring it to her mouth to suck it between her lips before pushing it aside. If the queen had managed to get this far without opposition, she would have let herself be carried away by the situation.

"Don't give up, Darling," she exclaimed. "I know you can take more." She teased, swallowing a laugh, intoxicated by the mere idea that Steele might let her play with her a little longer. "Please hang on just a little longer," The Royal Viper genuinely pleaded before giving in to her perversion.

The queen would consume her. Her mouth would kiss that pussy slowly, passionately, drawing her tongue inside like a long muscle. Wiggling up and down like a wave, guided by the dilation and contraction of her lips with each kiss, pressing every nerve inside as if filling Steele completely.

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[Parker]

Nova’s body betrayed her. Every nerve screamed to resist, to fight, to kick her way free, but her muscles refused to answer. Her thighs trembled where Gabriel hoisted them onto her shoulders, a dangerous perch that would have given her all the leverage in the world if she’d chosen to crush the blonde’s head between them. Instead, she let herself be placed there, willingly caught, willingly displayed. Her caught arm twitched against the mat as the other pawed ineffectually, reaching but falling limp.

Her chest rose hard and uneven, sweat running in rivulets between her heaving breasts, her flushed face turned aside with shameful moans slipping from her lips. The crowd’s roar blurred into a wall of noise, no longer boos or cheers, just pressure that boxed her into her own unraveling. The heroine who once stood as LAW’s beacon now quivered helplessly, her body rocking with every indulgent kiss pressed against her.

When Gabriel’s hands kneaded her hips and fingers spread across her bottom, Nova’s back arched off the mat within her scissor hold, hips canting forward to meet her without command, without thought. Her toes curled, boots kicking weakly in the air, they movements silent against the sounds of her ragged breaths. She could have fought then. She could have drawn her knees together, forced her captor back. Instead, she sighed, low and broken, and let herself open wider, surrendering another piece of herself.

Her head rolled from side to side, pink hair sticking to her damp cheek as she whispered weakly, “Please…” But it wasn’t a plea for escape. It was the opposite. A word that gave the Queen permission, that confessed how much the heroine wanted to be undone in front of everyone.

Her thighs flexed faintly around Gabriel’s shoulders, not in a clamp of defiance, but in a trembling embrace, tightening just enough to keep her enemy close. Every part of her, the way her spine bowed, the way her lips parted on every breath, the way her body swayed toward Gabriel’s touch, spoke of a woman enthralled, hopelessly drawn to her own defeat, and willing to let it swallow her whole.

Nova couldn’t look Gabriel in the eye, her lashes fluttered, her gaze half-lidded, her head tilted aside against the mat as if hiding from the reality of what she was allowing. Yet her body betrayed her over and over again. Every kiss, every slow press of tongue and lips made her jolt, her thighs tensing around Gabriel’s shoulders only to melt again, pliant and yielding.

She gasped she felt her final line of defence be peeled back, the night air of the arena lapping at her exposed womanhood. Already slicked with her own shame and Gabriel’s saliva, the heated breath of her opponent felt so good against her. Her body trembled with anticipation, she knew this was the moment, her end. The heroine bit her lower lip, savoring it, the warmth of those beautiful lips as they pressed against her velvet folds, the was Gabriel invaded her most sacred of places without so much as a finger raised against her. So dominating, so commanding. So hot.

A moan spilled from her throat, hushed at first, then breaking louder when Gabriel’s rhythm deepened, her hips rocking of their own accord as if chasing every wave of pressure. She knew the crowd was watching, knew the Queen was making her the centerpiece of some cruel display, but she couldn’t summon the will to resist. She would rather be conquered.

“Uhnn… Gabriel…” Her whisper cracked, not a cry for help but an invocation, her own voice betraying how much she was lost in the haze. The shame of being taken apart like this in public only twisted tighter into the heat already flooding her. The shame had become a quiet voice now, dismantled and defeated. All she wanted was for this woman to take her, ravage her, and pin her in the middle of the ring for everyone to see how utterly defeated she was at the blonde's hands.

The scissor around her ribs, the weight of Gabriel’s body pressed so close, the steady kiss against the most fragile point of her, Nova’s chest heaved as if she were breathing in rhythm with the Queen, syncing herself to her captor’s pace. Every squeeze, every teasing glide over her clothed core made her arch higher, surrendering her frame as though Gabriel’s body had become gravity itself.

When Gabriel pleaded, telling her not to give up, Nova’s lips parted with a shuddering sigh. She didn’t speak, couldn’t, but her thighs pressing weakly against the Queen’s cheeks gave the answer. She would hang on, not to fight, but to endure the full breadth of Gabriel’s reward. To let herself be taken, adored, and broken in front of the world, helpless and wanting every second of it.

[Hagen-Autem]

The queen gasped again, opening that flower with her lips when those thighs coupled with her cheeks, while her eyes, protruding above the pair of mountains that was Nova's beautiful butt, revealed the placid smile that crossed her face. No one could see the intoxicating happiness that took hold of that golden succubus, but they could experience the torture that the poor Agent of Order was about to go through. The Test of Willpower, which she had to go through for being too good.

The villain's tongue traveled inside her like a great merciful whip, indifferent to the heroine's honor, because it was going to drag it down. Her muscle was free to whip all the important nerves inside that tunnel. Her flexible tongue twisted, groped, and caressed all the soft flesh, while her eloquent mouth kissed passionately, pushing that entrance with such force that it made Nova's hips sway back and forth, taking advantage of how much the heroine's body offered itself to her mischief. The British woman sucked calling the pleasure, returning her tongue like a wave to her mouth before launching it like a tide inside of her opponent. Slow but strong, taking up all the space inside the heroine to be her perfect partner.

That blonde wanted to press all the nerves at once. Loving all the spasms and twitches of this beautiful woman.

Her hands kneaded the buttocks—forward when she pushed with her passionate kiss, and backward when she sucked the nectar of love. The kiss fractured, only to start another, flirtatiously snapping those folds as her tongue danced in large spirals, fluttering, prodding the heroine's G-spot with each assault to bring her to the edge. Varying so much that it gave Steele no room to adapt.

Gabriel wanted this to be special for her powered lady, her reward for worrying about hurting her, and her punishment for being too good for her own good, and what better way than to surprise her with every touch. She even inserted her masterful tongue into the uterine bridge out of sheer lust. Expanded it carefully so as not to hurt her, but to excite her.

And the worst part was that it seemed like they had both forgotten that this was a match, not a hookup in her bed after the first date.

The queen would double down on the bet...

You're going to cry out my name, the Royal Viper thought, getting excited.

[Parker]

Nova’s fingers curled against the canvas, her nails leaving faint crescents in the mat as the breath left her lungs in trembling waves. The air around her felt thick, suffocating, and sweet, Gabriel’s every movement stole space and thought from her, flooding her body with confusion and helpless, burning awareness. Every lash of her tongue was crippling, the sensation of her lips making the heroine practically swoon over her captive’s control over her.

The fight had been abandoned for indulgence. She knew it was there and she was on the losing end but was receiving something so carnal and enjoyable each time she rolled her hips into Gabriel's affects, letting the woman dominate her. The heroine’s body reacted to every whisper of warmth, every pulse of breath, as though it were following a rhythm written only for her. Shame burned under her skin red, she knew this wasn’t supposed to happen, but her muscles refused to listen to the commands of her pride, preferring lust to envelop her.

Her throat tightened with an unsteady whimper. She needed to fight, to kick, to reclaim control, but the exhaustion that pinned her down felt deeper than fatigue. It was want, dangerous and dizzying. The crowd’s noise blurred into a hollow roar somewhere beyond the ring, and all Nova could hear was the sound of her own ragged breathing and Gabriel’s low, delighted sighs. Those delighted coos from the woman who was defeating her made her fall all the harder knowing she was taking her so easily

“...Gabriel…Nhmm” she breathed, voice trembling, not in protest, but in something perilously close to plea. The name came out half-moan, half-surrender. This time above a whisper, dripping will all the longing and want that chained her to this hold. She was so close now, so fragile, so weak, so wanting nothing other than the viper to end her fully and own her in the ring.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel couldn't help rewarding Nova for saying her name. It was a guilty pleasure to hear it come out in such a desperate, pleading, broken way as her opponent told her—Gabbie squeezed her butt despotically, sinking her fingertips into that shiny, pearly butt by sweat, while her mouth stopped loving hypnotically, and started pushing to drive her to her point of no return.

Gabriel's fingers slipped under the leotard, stretching the spandex as they navigated Nova's skin, rubbing her palms down her lower back before raking her skin greedily and desiring her despite having her at her mercy. Careful not to scratch her, as she didn't want to ruin her best oral to date.

The Brit swallowed hard before gasping and sliding her kiss lower down that prize, searching for the glans to suck on, trapping it between her lips to combed it a thousand times with her dizzying tongue.

Normally, she likes to torment her opponents by robbing them of their right to climax.

But this pinkette had been quite good to Gabriel. Within reason, it was an incredible challenge; they surprised each other with an accidental kiss and Nova delighted her in this last dance by giving her so many physical responses that a part of Gabriel could accompany her in this climax if the blonde decided to be less modest. Still, they are being watched by thousands, so she will let the heroine cross this path of pleasure alone.

It really was such an exciting challenge. One that, in fact, made Gabriel's more possessive side want to finish her off. That was her real prize, the reason she wrestled!

Her free leg opened to search for her partner—Steele's free arm. Gabbie's leg longed to fall on that loose elbow, hook it, and drag that arm to Nova's side. Appreciating the contact between her skin and that of this titan. Prolonging the moment by locking Nova's arms in a full-blown bodyscissors.

Her mouth moved away from the femininity of her heroic pink offering.

The queen of chaos had already bent the shield...

Her mouth exhaled her breath, moaning with excitement against the flower of justice, caressing her center of gravity with her wicked, hot air.

Now she wants to break the sword...

The shock devastated the nerves of her rival's fans. With a smile on her lips and the blush returning to her cheeks, the queen feasted. She wanted to intoxicate herself with Nova Steele's dignity—her hands found each other on the Agent of Order's spine. Placing one on top of the other, they pulled the heroine's back backwards, bending her back even further. Merging her pussy with the mouth of this insatiable blonde in a passionate, unbridled kiss. Gabriel's legs cinched like a nutcracker, wanting to squeeze that trembling body between her thighs.

Her tongue prepared itself—it extended inside the maiden, twisting in a huge spiral to occupy all the space to begin the final dance, pressing every nerve at the entrance and inside when her lips took a tiny break, then returned to her refuge, letting the queen's mouth resume its fervor against the cosmic heroine's fanny, then shooting like a piston inside her, straight to Nova Steele's G-spot.

Her muscle would be coiled to be a perfect appendage, repeating her attack on the G-spot several times while, to make matters worse, destroying her before the eyes of the pinkette's fans. The queen would continue to evolve this, rocking back and forth while drinking Nova. Her hands descended over her sculpted body. They followed the curve of that Olympian woman's body with their fingertips. Courting her skin at a merciful pace compared to the jolts of her powerful cunnilingus before climbing up and leaning on each buttock just to hold her steady while her nemesis continues to penetrate her with the tip of her tongue and devour Nova's flower with her lips.

Now it was a fact: the queen wanted to do what many desired to do to the Star of Virtue, and what only she now had the privilege of doing—bringing her to orgasm

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[Parker]

Every time Gabriel peeled back her leotard to claim more territory of her body, it was a new thrill. Every sensation of exploration was met with guilty squirms of excitement. As nails dragged across her body, she shuddered with a long, unbroken moan. How hard or soft they were didn’t seem to matter; simply having the other woman clawing into her had been enough to set her off while she was already so wanting.

“N-no…” A soft plea, but it wasn’t one of actual resistance. It came with a whimper but dripped with performative objection as she reached out towards the ropes again, fingers grasping defiantly as Gabriel’s heel hooked the inside of Nova’s arm. The heroine actually fought its pull at first, evidence of how much strength was still left within her, untapped, unused. She made the blond work for this, the last ounce of defiance she could show.

But that would falter in time. Weakening with every kiss, every flick of Gabriel’s tongue, every clinging, claiming grope until she was able to curl her legs around her again, encasing Nova in her hold completely. The heroine’s palms traced over Gabriel’s thighs, holding firm with a light squeeze, bracing herself as the blond devoured her. She turned her head, pressing her forehead into the canvas, strands of pink hair fanned out around her head like a veil, obscuring all but her panting mouth from view. Her heaving, labored breaths all for the viper to hear, wanting more but seemingly trying to last for as long as she could against Gabriel’s hold.

Lost in the moment, she no longer seemed able to actively give herself to Gabriel, but that didn’t seem to be an issue as the blond was more than happy to take Nova herself. The heroine’s legs quivered on the mat, her body so tense as she was wound up tighter and tighter like a coiled spring. She bucked and twitched in response every time Gabriel pushed in and longed for more with each curl that retreated, leaving lingering want.

“O-oh fuu-uck” It came out in a low hoarse whisper, a voice that seemed so powerless, so desperate, so unlike the proud heroine. A crack in her mask at the woman beneath as she drooled on he canvas in guilty pleasure. Onlookers hadn’t heard her; all they saw was their heroine of the evening being conquered by the villainous. The earlier rallying cries for her to escape had long since stopped; they knew it was over, that Nova had already submitted despite surrender never leaving her lips. While there were jeers, the crowd en masse had instead decided to cheer her destruction at Gabriel’s hands.

She tried to speak, to form words, to cry out, but all that left her lips were ragged moans and desperate gasps for air. She buckled and struggled, her body reaching its breaking point. What little strength she had fought back against the hold, the sensations too deep, too close, so unescapable. There was nowhere to go, no way to break free, but in the final moment, she poured everything into fighting-

“UGHNNNNNGH!” …to it all to end in a dazzling explosion os ecstasy that instantly brought an end to all of that as she let out a long, lewd moan, body succumbing with a war,m wet gush inside of her. Her body spasmed in Gabriel's grasp as she choked back her scream. All her fight, all her body seemed to evaporate with each buck of her body until she would be left limp, helpless, and drained in the blond’s grasp with nothing more to give as she drooled on the canvas, eyes glazed over, and cheeks burning red.

[Hagen-Autem]

The queen had concentrated so hard on consuming the vigour of her best partner to date that there was no secret modesty manifesting itself in the face of her rival's advances. She embraced Nova with her legs as if she were just that, a woman she must consume in her eagerness to bring her to a boil. To love her. To make it clear to her everything she provokes in her, both good and bad, so that Nova Steele does not doubt that she is being very different with her than with her other dates in the ring.

Steele's hands could only seek comfort by sliding over the soft skin of her abuser's thighs, squeezing them to get a grip as the queen's tongue pushed her further and further, as her kisses grew stronger and as Gabriel's will to maintain that melodious rhythm was tested by her desire to please her.

Nova refused audibly, but that single syllable that escaped her mouth was put to the test with one more push from the Viper's lips, washing her insides as she challenged the Steele part of her.

For a moment, Gabriel saw a glimpse of the woman beneath that leotard when the heroine broke her beautiful language with a dirty word and rewarded her for it, making her thrusts rougher—she swayed back slowly to rock forward forcefully, shaking those poor hips trembling with pleasure with a more passionate manoeuvre.

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All that remained were mere flashes enduring the full pressure of the black hole; fans of the cosmic heroine noticed, but their boos did not drown out the cheers and applause of the others who were enjoying it.

Nova had been trying to say something, but her moans and gasps were more intense, it seemed, and those were the only sounds the queen really paid attention to. However, although she would have liked to continue interrupting the right to submit, she had a rhythm to maintain, a hunger to satisfy and a woman to conquer, and there was nothing that surpassed the whim of bringing her to climax. And so it was.

The pink star broke in an uncontrollable spasm; the spectators were silenced by the babyface's loudest moan yet, as ecstasy seeped against her dominator's mouth. The queen stopped ramming, closing one of her eyes as the squirt drenched her beautiful features. She did not separate her lips from Steele—the queen's legs squeezed the torso of that arch woman, accompanying her in her orgasm, extracting every last drop of her; her hands stopped squeezing her bum, although her thumbs did press her hips, sinking into her soft skin as pleasure ended the Steele part in Nova; her mouth only drank like a kitten's in the meantime, devouring the fragments of that pride.

Gabriel longed to get drunk on this woman's ecstasy, savouring all her sweet dignity and delicate pride, as the drops ran down her throat, accompanying each elegant sip. The viper drank that orgasm as if that were all she sought to take from Agent of Order, and her tongue did not stop caressing those folds even when her rival's body was just a tide of small, spasmodic tremors. Her bodyscissors loosened, letting Nova's bust crush against the canvas as she let her arms adorn the Queen of Chaos's strong thighs, hanging limply over them.

Gabbie paid attention to the dilation and contraction of Steele's back, appreciating in detail her enchanting, heavy breath. Nova Steele was not only defeated by Gabriel Vinlee, but the heroine was also exhausted by the villain, and the Pink Star was conquered by the First Queen!

The queen lifted her face above those buttocks, stretching her neck for one last lick at that cunt, and to show her glorious tongue to the noisy fans of the heroine. To their nightmare, that woman's muscle was still connected to her idol's entrance by thin, shiny threads made of the queen's own lust mixed with the humiliation of her rival.

There were still those who believed Nova could come back from that stampede. The queen, on the other hand, tucked her tongue away and lowered her smile between those glorious hips. Her blonde hair had covered Nova's sides well, so no one should see what only Gabriel had the right to taste.

For a moment, Gabriel hesitated, looking up at the titantron screens—a ringside camera captured Nova's face, crossed by several strands of her pink hair, some hid her blue eyes; as her half-open lips exposed to view with the small pool of drool that formed under her mouth. For a moment, she wanted to leave her like that. Nova looked too good like that, but that wasn't her original plan, so she stood her ground.

She bit the spandex with a wet sigh and stretched it between her lips before releasing it, letting it slap against Nova's hypersensitive crotch. With a few loving kisses, she adjusted the leotard so that it looked as if nothing had happened. A wet, shiny spot formed on the uniform, but she adorned it with a kiss, turning her head from side to side to screw her mark into Nova with her lipstick. Then, the queen would rock side and side, gathering momentum to roll on the canvas. Eagerly settling Nova on her back as she was on top. Gabriel didn't want to crush her anymore, so she tried to be quick and careful: she sat on her chest, crushing it with her bum, and hooked both of Steele's legs.

The queen got carried away by her role, arching backwards until her head touched the canvas, pulling her opponent's legs until she lifted Nova's bum, bending Nova's back over the shoulders in a sexy pin to show the heroine's bum to the fans, and the woman's crotch to those on the other side.

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The referee took her time accepting this pin; apparently, she was also a fan of Nova Steele... but duty came first.

The referee began the count:

ONE!!

[Parker]

The wave of the moment had crashed down over her like a tidal wave, leaving her to tumble at its mercy. She had lost all control, all fight, and was left helpless in Gabriel’s embrace. As her body quivered with each pulse of her orgasm, the blonde was there to tease her through it, make her vulnerable moment of sensation unbearable by suckling at her womanhood and lapping at her body like a proud feline celebrating its hunt. The defeated heroine could only shudder and moan as even her moment of release was stolen from her to prolong her pleasure. But even this still served the viper to enthrall the heroine who couldn’t help but fall deeper into the moment at Gabriel’s ownership over her in this moment.

As the scissors that had crushed her into submission loosened, Nova’s body sagged into the mat. Her breasts mushrooming against the solid surface as gravity tried to pull her down. Arms dropped limply to the canvas with the whisper of an impact and laid lifeless. She was still in Gabriel’s admiration to the sight of her, disheveled and broken. It was only when the spandex of her leotard cracked back that she jostled with a low weak moan that she showed signs of life that could be perceived from the blonde’s end.

Nova’s body rocked with Gabriel’s motion and when she rolled them, the Heroine tumbled over onto her back. Her body sprawled out in a chaotic mess as one arm hung wide when the other was part way over her own midsection. Her head lay turned to the side with a halo of pink hair spread wild across the canvas. Her face buried in its tussles obscuring her eyes and casting most of her features in shadow save for her slightly parted lips. As Gabriel inched up to seat herself on her chest, her breasts compressed beneath her, molding under her weight to provide a cushioned but unstable throne. With a whispered groan her legs gave way to the blonde’s tug and drew up, hoisting her backside up off the mat, folding her body into a pin.

“One!”

Beneath Gabriel’s weight, within the collapsed high of the humiliation she had suffered to have been brought low by such tactics, Cassandra lingered in her own mind. The ache of her body mixed with the warmth of it all felt so good, felt so right as the woman on top of her settled in to finally finish her. The guilt would come later, but for now, in this moment, she couldn’t have been any happier to hear the referee slap the mat and know that she couldn’t answer…

“Two!”

Nova’s body shifted slightly, testing the resistance of the grip that held her for just a moment before relaxing. There was nothing more to do here…

“Three!”

The heroine bit her lip as the final count came. A moment where defeats were normally meant with anguish, she welcomed hers with a strange delight. She let out a labored breath that rolled into a pleased sigh, savoring the moment the bell rang to herald in her official defeat.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel still hoped her new friend might break free—perhaps kick out at the last moment, or maybe raise her arm with what little strength she had left. She would have loved to have another minute of fun with her, to keep testing and grinding her will through her sensitive body until it is clear that she was the one in control of this powerful woman. However, Nova didn't.

Her only attempt to escape was pathetic; she barely tested the grip, proving how well her ankles were held. The viper squeezed those ankles to show she wouldn't let go with such a feeble attempt. And that was it for the heroine of the stars.

Three!
*Ding Ding Ding!*
Your Winner, Gabriel Vinlee!!

The third digit of the count would be shouted out loud, and the bell rang, ending these girls' recess.

The Agent of Order let out a placid moan as the queen bit her lips instead, released Steele's legs, sliding her fingers down her stockings as she herself collapsed onto the canvas. Her ass would land on the heroine's dazed face. Her arms would fall to either side, her chest would rise and fall heavily, moved by a mixture of overwhelming sensations—The queen would run her fingertips across her body, from her thighs, brushing her skirt and lifting it in her carelessness, and tracing her own toned abdomen, until she reached her own breasts, which she would barely touch.

She moaned softly, partly from the pleasure of winning, partly disappointed that her finisher had ended Steele. But there's a reason it's HER finisher, and the most popular one at that: her finisher is more merciful than torturous. Reserved only for the women she likes.

She would open her eyes, pressing her lips together; the lights in the ring became very blinding in that interval. She turned to dislodge herself from on top of her opponent and got on all fours. With a brush of her fingers, she removed the hair from Nova's face to appreciate how disastrous and sexy Steele looks.

“Welcome to L.A.W., sweetheart.”

She lay down on the canvas, elbows together, knees together; her feet pedalling in the air, amused, she gave her a kiss on the cheek and a soft bite as well. With a sigh, she looked up at the ceiling and her lips disappeared into Steele's tangle of pink hair, finding her ear.

“Now you belong to me,” she whispered, drawing out the syllables with a harsh accent, so that each one would be engraved in her captor's mind. Seductive as only a femme fatale can be. “Never forget that.” Another despotic courtesy kiss was planted on the lady's ear. “I'll be waiting for you to come back to me for your dignity, and when that happens, I hope you're ready to bite the canvas again, love.” She hissed viperously.

She took Nova's cheeks, pressing them to stretch her lips, and turned her head toward her to steal a quick kiss. A mere peck on the lips before shaking her in the other direction.

With that said, she would quickly get up to walk to the ropes and cross them. She would jump from the apron to the ringside, smiling at this ending, and shaking her hair with one hand to show how little she cares about the opinion of the L.A.W. world. She would then head to the ramp's entrance with her emblematic and victorious catwalk. Eager for a new match...Eager for L.A.W. to face her against a more Challenge Woman than Steele next time.

[Parker]

As Gabriel dismounted, her captured legs were reclaimed by gravity, dropping heavily to the canvas with dull thuds. The heroine lay splayed in defeat, a heap, lacking her energy but still managing to maintain that glow about her in defeat. The way the light kissed her body, both the shine of her spandex and the gleam of the sweat over her physique, was a sight to behold.

Nova remained still, her breath coming in shallow, shuddering pulls. The world above her, the lights, the crowd, the boundaries of the ropes, had blurred into an indistinct haze, her pulse roaring in her ears like the aftershock of a storm. Gabriel’s weight pressed into her, the woman’s words landing somewhere between venom and velvet.

“Now you belong to me.”

The phrase lingered, wrapping around her like the aftertaste of smoke. Even as the glow of her climax had drained away and the lingering high of defeat began to fade, she found herself enjoying the sound of that. It wasn’t the idea of being owned that caught her fancy, but the confidence in which Gabriel conducted herself that proved to be rather attractive.

The kiss, the bite, those she barely registered through the ringing in her head. What she did feel was the burn of her own pride under the skin. The indignity of being pinned so completely, so thoroughly, gnawed at her in ways she both delighted and detested. When her hair was brushed aside, her glassy gaze slowly shifted to peer up at Gabriel. Lips parted slightly as she breathed in wordless quiet. When the blonde turned her head into their kiss, however brief, she felt no resistance. The heroine’s eyes fluttered in that short moment before her face was shoved away, leaving her to languish in defeat alone.

As Gabriel rose and strutted away, it was all Nova could do to watch her go.

Winner by pinfall: Gabriel Vinlee