The Shadow of Conquest: Reina Izara Vs. Clara Gaster

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Charging like a bull seeing red, the conqueror races at Clara with all the strength her legs could muster. Pounding her feet to the mat before careening shoulder first into the Brit's awaiting stomach. Feeling the air leave her rival's lungs as rammed into her and over and over again! Hearing the crowd cheer and boo in anger while another side chanted in time.

Shouting for each thrust she gave, chanting

1!

2!

3!

And

4! Before she ground her shoulder deep with one last thrust before seeing the shadow lord fall into her favorite positions. Where the past gave way to the present, as in one last charge, Reina slammed her thick, voluptuous rear into Clara's awaiting face. Grinding, flexing, and even giving a little twerking to her new human throne as she teased her rival.

"Have a taste of the present Gaster!" She called, pressing and grinding her rear more and more against the Brit's face. Turning it into her throne fir the world to see as as the referee got to three before Reina finally released her new throne.

"My, it seems that took a lot out of you. Very well, I'd say you've earned your rest, Gaster~" Grabbing Clara by the hair, Reina led her to the center of the ring, tossing her onto her back before attempting to go for a full facesit pin.

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As Reina took her butt off Clara's face, the Brit was red-faced and visibly out of it, barely registering her foe's mocking words before she grabbed her and tossed her over to the middle of the ring!

Clara tried to get up, but her limbs were slow to respond to her commands, giving the Conqueror a perfect opportunity to turn the Shadow Lord into her personal throne, sitting on top of her face for a pin!

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"NO!"

Finally regaining a bit of mobility in her limbs Clara would throw her arm up into the air to break the fall, before her hands would grope at her rival's rear to shove her off of her face!

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As Reina parked her voluptuous rear stop Clara's face once more, a wave of boos and cheers thundered from the crowd. Chatting for Clara as Reina wiggled her hips in a tease, only spurring them on even more as she glanced down at her rival. Watching, and waiting for any sign of life as she sat, but to her surprise, there was nothing but dazed stirring. No writhing, no muffled shouts or frantic gropes, just tired shifts as the referee counted one.

"Heh, come now, don't tell me that's all you have Gaster." she teased, "All that progress and this is what puts you down for the count?" She asked, hoping to sour her rival on, wanting to keep their dance going as long as she could. But the moment the referee's hand strick two, the conqueror felt confused. Of all the moves to take her down, of all the moves to lay Clara down for the count, it was that one? She didn't mind the new throne of course, but that can't be it she told herself. But as the referee's hand raised for the third time, Reina waited to hear the sound of trumpets, only to instead hear a muffled no! While all she felt were a pair of hands groping and kneading against her thick derriere, before a burst of strength sent her hurtling forwards in a gasp.

"What?!"she asked, her eyes as wide as dinner plates as her face had a meeting with the mat, scattering her brain
in a throbbing haze as she tried to crawl towards the ropes. Hoping to catch her breath before Clara could capitalize on her shove.

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Clara successfully shiver Reina’s rear off her face, taking a deep breath, her face red as she rose to see her rival escaping over to the ropes, trying to recover after her failed pinfall attempt!

“Oh, what’s wrong? A minor set back is all it takes to stop a Conquerer?” Clara would mock he rival, before rushing towards her, and jumping at Reina, trying to dropkick her rival out of the ring!

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'Not now, pull yourself together.'

Reina seethed in her mind. Wincing and grunting as she crawled beneath the ropes, her instincts screaming in the silence of her scattered mind to for her to get as far away from Clara as she could. Fighting against the psin in her head and grogginess of her body, Reina knelt on the apron, her hands using the ropes like a ladder as she pried herself up.

Bit by bit, she began to stand, and bit by bit the throbbing in her head began to clear as the muffled cacophony of noise sharpened to a point as she heard a familiar voice grace her ears the moment she got to her feet. And unfortunately for Reina, that mocking voice only heralded the arrival of her the charging Brit who sent her falling off the ring in a wet thud!

"Agh!" She groaned, feeling the unforgiving floor meet her body as she groaned in pain. Writhing on the barely padded floor. Trying to get back up to her feet before her rival continued her assault.