Heavenly Bodies Collide! Calistra Étoile v. Eclaire Maître [Standard Smother Match]

[NotoriousGoddess]

The fluorescent hum of the locker room was a sterile sound, a stark contrast to the symphony she was about to conduct. Calistra Etoile stood before the mirror, not out of vanity, but because she wanted to conduct a silent appraisal of her most valuable asset: herself. Her handcrafted leotard was a masterpiece, a starry void beginning at her bountiful chest, giving way to a nebulalike iridescent pattern that traced her figure, the cut accentuating the lean muscle and hips, and the long powerful lines of her legs, sheathed in matching leggings.

With a meticulous touch, she adjusted one of the large curls that framed her face, a sort of final calibration, ensuring that every detail of her brand was in perfect order. Her teal eyes scanned her reflection. Satisfied, she turned from the mirror. The locker room held no further interest. The true stage awaited. She pushed open the heavy door and headed towards the ramp, a sly smile beginning to appear on her lips as she was eager to show off her prowess to the crowd, and to her opponent.

As she emerged from the curtains, a single, brilliant spotlight pierced the black, hitting the top of the ramp. And there she was. Calistra stepped forwards into the light, in all her celestial glory. She descended down with a slow, deliberate stride. Her hips swayed with a natural, hypnotic rhythm. Her eyes swept over the crowd, not seeking their approval, but acknowledging their adoration as her due.

Reaching the ring, she jumped onto the apron, the powerful muscles in her legs flexing with the seemingly effortless motion. She paused, running a hand along the top rope, her fingers trailing over the canvas. Then, she vaulted herself over the top rope.
She moved to the center, claiming the cheers and hollers, raising one arm, and with a slow, graceful arc, showcasing her powerful muscles of her bicep and shoulder, before heading towards the turnbuckle and climbing it with flair, descending her hips down on the seat of her makeshift throne as she watched with eager eyes to see which of her fellow stars she would bless with her prescence.

[SisterSelect]

Those who could manage to look away from the mesmerizing sight that was Calistra found their gaze locked back onto the curtains from which she emerged. Expecting a rival to match her beauty, they instead found themselves face to face with a small jazz band. Those unfamiliar with Calistra's opponent today couldn't have found themselves any more confused, while those in the know couldn't help but giggle at what antics were to come.

As the drums began to roll and the base line was taken for a walk, a blinding light began to shine from up above! The twinkling sight blinded onlookers at first, but once their vision was restored they were blessed with nothing short of pure beauty incarnate! Eclaire Maitre in all her glory was sitting at the center of the gold lyra as it continued its descent, letting all bask in her magnificence as she spun it around to show off all her best angles! Uniquely enough, her usual royal purple leotard was swapped for a shimmering gold one, while her rubies had been swapped for priceless diamonds.

The lyra began to pick up speed as if imitating a shooting star lighting up the night sky! Swinging just above the crowd so that Eclaire could reach down and feel the tips of her fans fingers! One of the especially lucky ladies got whisked up from her seat and into the warm, tender embrace of her idol! The twinge of jealousy for all those still in the seats would only last a second before the lyra was whisked back into the air! The band in suddenly brought their instruments to a halt as the silence ruled the arena.

Yet it only lasted a second or two, before echoes of precious kisses aplenty, muffle moans of sheer bliss, and a melodious giggle danced in everybody's ears! The band suddenly resumed with a slower tempo as the lyra once again began its descent, this time directly into the center of the ring. Eclaire had returned with lips painted gold and her oh so lucky guest absolutely coated in her affection; face buried deep between her breasts and body twitching in ecstasy! The tycoon finally touched the ground with her lovedrunk fan in tow, and handed her off to the staff waiting just outside the ring. With emerald eyes now locked squarely onto Calistra, Eclaire sashayed her way over to her foe with quite the aura of excitement. After all, what wasn't there to be ecstatic about when in the presence of a fellow ojou of such divinity?!

Once they nearly chest to chest, Eclaire took her fellow perfectionist's hand and planted a kiss to the back of it. Leaving behind a golden mark that would not stop glistening!

"The first of many tonight, darling." Eclaire cooed with a wink; all before taking the one step she needed to leave her heavy bosom mushrooming against her newfound rival's own!

[NotoriousGoddess]

The air in the arena, thick with the lingering scent of perfume and the echoes of Eclaire's theatrical display, seemed to crackle with a new kind of energy. Calistra remained on her throne, a silent, observant star amidst the chaotic constellation. Her teal eyes, sharp and analytical, had tracked Eclaire's entire performance with the focus of a seasoned astronomer, studying a new, brilliant star.

A spectacle. That was genuinely the only word for it. The jazz band, the lyra, the shameless display of affection, it was all just so... decadent. So very different from her own brand of celestial perfection.

As Eclaire handed off her lovedrunk fan and began to sashay across the ring, Calistra finally rose from the turnbuckle. She descended with the same deliberate grace she had used to ascend, her movements fluid and economical. She didn't like to waste energy. She would walk to meet Eclaire in the middle of the ring, the epicenter of their impending, tantalizing collision.

The scent of gold, diamonds, and something faintly like vanilla and cherries seemed to radiate from her opponent. Calistra stood her ground, her own starry void of a leotard a stark, beautiful contrast to Eclaire's shimmering gold. She watched, her expression a mask of cool indifference slowly turning into a sly grin at the corners of her luscious lips, as Eclaire closed the final distance.

When Eclaire took her hand, Calistra did not pull away. She allowed the gesture, her fingers remaining relaxed but firm. The press of lips to the back of her hand was soft, and the sticky, faint warmth of the golden lipstick mark was left behind. She slowly lowered her hand, her gaze never leaving Eclaire's emerald eyes. The sly smile from her entrance returned sharper.

Calistra's own voice, when it finally came, was a low purr. "An interesting opening gambit, love," she replied, her eyes dropping for a fleeting moment to the golden mark on her hand before snapping back up. "A bit theatrical if I do say so myself, but I do adore a woman who makes quite the presentation when she enters a room~"

Then, Eclaire took that final step. The pressure was undeniably sudden and intimate, the firm, heavy weight of Eclaire's breasts pressing against Calistra's own a challenge, one that Calistra would relish and definitely not yield to. She leaned into the woman, her own powerful frame pushing back. She tilted her chin up slightly, a picture of defiant elegance. Her smile widened.

"Mmm, ambitious too," Calistra would say, her voice a low murmur meant only for Eclaire. She brought her kiss marked hand up to caress Eclaire's rosy cheek. "Consider your initial investment to be paid back tenfold after the bell rings. I do hope we'll get to know each other quite well when you sleep blissfully in my assets, Miss...?"