Spring Time Oil Wrestling (Thalia Kallis vs Madeline Christiansen)

[TheManVan]

Thalia was slowly being choked out underneath Madeline, not in the most literal of sense, but she could feel the vines of Madeline's thorns constricting every inch of her body and they were spreading across her body! Her bare body bearing down on her with the oil veil on their bodies giving her no opening to slip out as Madeline's grip on her wrist tightened and torquing her arm ever so more, locking her down on the grassy fields as her arched back was swiftly planted right back down on the ground with all of Madeline's weight shifting down on her.

The Greek breasts smushed underneath Madeline's set bearing down on her, wilting against the other pair as she was flattened against the grass feeling as if she was going to be buried right into the ground underneath! Her gasps for air became more ragged as Madeline's control sunk deep amongst Thalia's body, the toxic words wormed even deeper into Thalia's head, every second that she lost control over her own body unable to move and left to Madeline's whims as the free hand started to make it's way down Thalia as the Greek could only watch and wait knowing what was coming!

"Uuuughhhh!"

Another louder moan escaped her lips with the hand finding her groin, stroking and circling her excited lower lips as Madeline's breath was on her cheek, feeling the controlled and slow breath upon her skin opposed to her ragged and frantic gasping, the Americana on her arm ensured that there were spurts of pain flashing across of her features as her attempts to escape, wiggling from side to side and grinding their slick breasts were met with nothing, Madeline's controlled balance preventing her from making any sort of space between their naked bodies and keeping the pressure on the trapped Greek!

All the while, Madeline's words were chopping away on her mental strength! The situation began to seem inescapable now that Madeline coiled around her likes vines choking out her life with each passing second, the pleasuring ensuring more of her juices started to ooze more freely out of her while the lock on her arm ensured that pain remained with each grimace that Thalia took!

[Lightman]

The English Rose knew Thalia’s resistance faltering beneath her, the Sapphire Siren’s frantic movements slowing with each passing moment. The brunette’s body moved with calm precision, her breathing slow and measured in contrast to the ragged gasps beneath her. Every shift of weight, every subtle adjustment, was deliberate. Her hips sank lower, pinning Thalia’s stomach more securely to the grass as the hold tightened around the bluenette’s arm. The Americana kept her opponent’s shoulder twisted in a cruel angle that denied her even the smallest measure of freedom. Madeline’s dark eyes gleamed with quiet focus as she pressed down harder, feeling the tremor of muscles trying and failing to resist beneath her bare skin. The oil that coated them both shimmered under the sun, accentuating every movement, every contour of flesh against flesh, and still Madeline’s control did not falter.

A low hum escaped her lips, barely audible but heavy with satisfaction. She could feel Thalia’s heartbeat thrumming against her own, the rapid rhythm betraying both pain and rising arousal. “You’re trembling.” Madeline murmured, her voice low, teasing, and unshaken. “Is it the pain, or something far sweeter?” Her free hand slid with deliberate slowness down the curve of Thalia’s hip, her fingers gliding across the slick skin until they found their target once more. The moment her fingers pressed against the Greek’s lower lips, the response was immediate. A shudder, a moan, and the tightening of every muscle beneath her. Madeline’s smirk deepened. She circled her fingers with slow precision, each motion purposeful and cruelly patient, the pressure shifting between pleasure and agony as the submission hold kept Thalia’s body locked helplessly in place.

The sound of Thalia’s cries filled the open air, a mixture of pain and desire that spurred Madeline to tighten her control further. Her knee pressed harder against the pinned arm, ensuring that every movement sent fresh jolts of pain through her opponent’s shoulder. “You’re trying so hard…” she whispered against Thalia’s ear, her breath hot and steady. “…but you can’t fight what your body craves, can you? It craves to be dominated. It will always betrays you in the end.” Each word was deliberate, designed to sink beneath Thalia’s skin just as deeply as her touch. Her fingers continued their merciless rhythm, the friction between their bodies only heightening the torment. Oil and sweat mingled between them, every shift of Madeline’s weight drawing a gasp or a helpless moan as the Blue Temptation’s resolve began to dissolve into something far more primal.

Madeline adjusted her hold, sliding her trapped arm a fraction higher to increase the pressure on the joint, which would force Thalia’s back to arch in reflexive pain. The brunette leaned down closer, her lips brushing the edge of Thalia’s jaw as she whispered again, her tone dripping with dominance and dark amusement. “You’re almost there. You can feel it, can’t you? The pain, the pleasure…they’re one and the same now.” Her fingers quickened their pace, abandoning the teasing patience for a more rhythmic, demanding touch that drew sharp, broken gasps from the woman beneath her. The hold itself had become an anchor, binding Thalia to the moment, to her own unravelling.

Her opponent’s body writhed beneath her in desperation, but the futile struggle only deepened the brunette’s hold. Madeline’s posture remained controlled, her movements fluid yet grounded, honed from years of grappling and precision. She shifted her knee slightly, leveraging more of her weight onto Thalia’s chest, ensuring that every inhale came as a struggle. Her eyes stayed fixed on the bluenette’s face, taking in every flicker of emotion: pain, pleasure, disbelief, each one more intoxicating than the last. “That’s it, darling.” she breathed, her tone soft yet commanding. “Don’t fight it. Let me have it…every bit of it.”

Madeline’s fingers pressed harder now, the rhythm unrelenting as the Americana held Thalia immobile. The tension in the air thickened, the sound of their slick bodies and the bluenette’s breathless moans rising into a feverish tempo. Madeline’s voice cut through the haze, calm and steady even as her opponent quivered on the edge. “You wanted to play with fire…” she murmured, her lips close enough for Thalia to feel the vibration of her words. "…then burn for me.” The last word came like a command, her hand maintaining its merciless pace as the hold on Thalia’s arm twisted once more, locking her completely in place while the rest of her body trembled under the inevitable wave threatening to consume her.

[TheManVan]

Thalia did not know of the meaning of torture until this moment, being caught in Madeline's grasp and being completely at her whim while being unable to fight back! Her arm being the main deterrent in attempting anything as Madeline didn't need much leverage to really put the pressure on the hold and Madeline had plenty at her disposal, bearing down on her entire body as she felt the hot groin of the English Rose pushing down to keep Thalia pinned amongst the grass! "Aaaaaaah....!" another moan left Thalia's mouth, her head arching back for a brief moment but even that little movement caused even more tension on her shoulder that she had to quickly tuck her head towards Madeline once again!

Another gasp of air left her mouth as the fingers down below, not to be forgotten made their presence known as they pressed into her lower lips! It was torturous to try and stay still to prevent the rest of her body succumbing to pain while Madelien pleasured her like this as frustration grew more on Thalia's face as the dexterous fingers of Madeline worked their magic down below, drawing upon her swollen and leaking pussy lips! The slow burn of Madeline's design was ripping Thalia apart from the inside as the pressure from both sides of the hold intensified!

"Aaaaaaaaaaggghhh!"

Another cry of passion left Thalia's lips as her arm was tightening from the hold and Madeline's fingers exerting even more on her lower folds with those toxic words slipping into her ear and corroding her mind that was already holding on by threads! The creeping darkness that was on the outside of her mind, telling her to give into release in such a state was far louder than it ever was! It was all Thalia could hear, think, feel as she couldn't hold it back anymore as her orgasm came ripping out of her by Madeline's hand!

"OOOOOAAAAHHHHH!!!" she cried out, climaxing and spraying her juices all over Madeline's hand through her efforts!

[Lightman]

Madeline felt the final tremors of resistance shudder beneath her palms, the body trapped under her slowly losing the last vestiges of defiance. Every muscle in Thalia’s frame strained helplessly, her arm taut within the confines of the Americana, her chest heaving against the Englishwoman’s as the pressure built to breaking point. Madeline’s weight bore down with unrelenting steadiness, her hips pressing into the bluenette’s stomach, her bare skin slick against the sheen of oil and sweat that coated them both. With each twist of her wrist deepened the tension on the captured limb, and yet, through the pain, she could feel the pulse of desire thrumming beneath her touch. It was intoxicating. The slow collapse of resistance, the way Thalia’s gasps broke into cries that blurred the line between pain and pleasure. Madeline leaned close enough for her breath to brush Thalia’s cheek, her voice low, steady, and heavy with indulgent control. “That’s it, my lovely. Every time you struggle, you only make it worse. You should know better by now.”

The Englishwoman’s hand never ceased its merciless rhythm, her fingers sliding against the soaked heat between Thalia’s thighs with masterful precision. Her movements were patient, unhurried, the tempo rising and falling with cruel intent. She could feel the bluenette’s muscles twitching beneath her, her body torn between the instinct to resist and the desperate pull of pleasure that Madeline expertly nurtured. “Look at you.” Madeline whispered, her tone almost tender as she pressed harder, her lips ghosting against the side of Thalia’s face. “So proud, so wild, and yet here you are… trembling just because I will it.” The words were silk-wrapped poison, spoken as her thumb found its rhythm over the swollen nub, circling with expert precision until Thalia’s cries filled the air once more. The hold on her arm tightened with the same rhythm, binding her further, forcing her arching body to yield completely beneath Madeline’s command.

A shudder ran through the Greek’s frame, her voice rising into a raw cry that echoed across the grass. Madeline felt the shift before she heard it; the tremor in her opponent’s breathing, the tightening of her abdomen, the helpless arch of her hips against her own. And then it happened. Thalia’s climax came like a breaking storm, a rush of release that spilt against Madeline’s fingers, hot and slick as it coated her hand. The brunette watched through half-lidded eyes, her expression unreadable save for the faint curl of satisfaction that pulled at her lips. She held the pressure of the lock a second longer, savouring the trembling surrender beneath her before slowly loosening her grip, allowing Thalia’s arm to fall free. “There now…” The Englishwoman murmured, her tone deceptively gentle as she traced her slick fingers up along the bluenette’s thigh, “…I told you I would take everything.”

Rising gracefully from her seated perch, Madeline’s movements were languid and confident, her dominance still palpable even as she released the submission. Her skin gleamed beneath the sunlight, her chest rising and falling in a controlled rhythm as she stood over Thalia’s spent body. The English Rose tilted her head slightly, her eyes sweeping over her opponent. The dishevelled hair, the trembling limbs, the faint sheen of pleasure still quivering across her expression. It was the sight of a woman conquered, yet still beautiful in defeat. “You do make quite the picture.” Madeline purred, her tone rich with appreciation and authority. “But I’m afraid I’m not finished admiring you just yet.”

Without warning, she bent forward, seizing both of Thalia’s legs and spreading them apart with smooth command. Her foot slipped between them as she stepped inward, her own slick thighs gliding against Thalia’s trembling ones as she settled into position. The contact of bare flesh against bare flesh drew a faint gasp from her own lips, though her composure never broke. Her hips began to roll with deliberate rhythm, pressing their slickness together, the oil and sweat merging as she guided the motion with predatory grace. “Let’s see how long that body of yours can keep up.” Madeline said, her voice low and steady as she began the tribbing grind, every shift of her hips purposeful, every brush of contact designed to remind Thalia that this, too, was control, slow, suffocating, and undeniably hers.

[TheManVan]

Thalia's screams rung out as her body convulsed as her juices sprayed onto Madeline's hand, coating it with her hot cum as she bore into Madeline, curling inwards and pressing into the naked body out reaction to the overload of pleasuring stimulation! Her body remained tense, her eyes clenching tightly along with gritting teeth, her breasts squished underneath Madeline's weight bearing down on top of her. It was a suffocating experience, to be having an extreme orgasm like this while still being restrained made the hold all the more exhausting.

Her orgasm died down, her body quickly releasing all of the tension as soon so did Madeline's hold, allowing all of Thalia's body to go limp into the grass, feeling as if she was sinking down into the Earth after that mind blowing orgasm!

But her day was not over yet, the match was still active as she had not yet submitted nor Madeline going for the pin even though she would have great success against the exhausted Thalia, The English Rose had other plans for her and she wasn't going to let Thalia off that easily as she easily parted her legs, revealing the swollen and soaked pussy lips that was still twitching after being finger blasted into sexual oblivion!

Thalia's focus was blurred and disoriented, making out the figure of Madeline's bare body before she was pulled right back into reality the second that their pussy lips touched! "Aaaaaaaaaah!" she moaned out, eyes widening as her lulled body was being excited once more! "Aaaaahhh..! Wa-wait...! I...I...I just came...!" she gasped out, twisting and turning as the pussies sloppily kissed with each methodical grind cast upon by Madeline's hips!

[Lightman]

Madeline savoured the symphony of Thalia’s screams echoing through the air, her own hand drenched in the warm cascade of her opponent’s release as Thalia’s body arched and convulsed beneath her. She pressed down firmly, feeling the satisfying give of Thalia’s breasts flattening against her own, the weight of her dominance amplifying the intensity of the moment. The restraint she maintained only heightened the exquisite torment, turning Thalia’s climax into a breathless, suffocating pinnacle of ecstasy that left her utterly spent.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Madeline eased her grip, watching with a predatory gleam as Thalia’s form collapsed limply into the soft grass, her limbs sprawling in utter surrender. The sight stirred deep satisfaction within Madeline; this was far from the end, merely a prelude to her true intentions. The match lingered on, with no tap-out or pinfall in sight, and she had no desire to conclude it prematurely when such delights awaited.

With effortless grace, Madeline parted Thalia’s trembling legs, exposing the glistening, swollen folds that still quivered from the relentless fingering she had administered. Her eyes lingered on the vulnerable display, a smirk curling her lips at the evidence of her handiwork. This was her domain, where she excelled in breaking even the mightiest foes, and Thalia was no exception to her unyielding prowess.

The instant their intimate lips met in a heated union, Madeline felt the electric thrill course through her, drawing a sharp moan from Thalia that only fuelled her resolve. “Oh, darling.” Madeline purred, her voice laced with mocking sweetness as she initiated a slow, deliberate grind, their slick essences mingling in sloppy, rhythmic kisses. “Begging already? How utterly delicious. But I’ve only just begun to claim you properly.”

Madeline intensified her movements, locking into her favoured tribbing stance with expert precision, her hips rolling with commanding force to drive Thalia towards another precipice. She had toppled far stronger adversaries in this very position, relishing their pleas for mercy as they shattered under her sensual assault. “Remember where you are. And know that when you step into battle, your opponent will not show you mercy.” Thalia’s gasps and twists only spurred her on, each grind a calculated push to overwhelm, her body undulating with unbridled confidence as she pursued total domination. “And if you can’t resist, if you can’t fight back…then I shall take it all. Every. Single. Inch.”

[TheManVan]

Thalia's moans continued, ripping out oof her throat as the pleasure flowed like a torrent with Madeline refusing to stop! Her body twisted and turned, mashing and sliding against the wet body of her opponent, pushing back against her to try and free herself! But there was little she could push with her exhausted body, shoving up into Madeline did nothing while the brunette had all the power and punctuated with heavy and enthralling pleasure pressure!

"Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuughh!!!" The bluenette threw her head back into the grass, her moan ripping out and reaching up into the skies as Madeline parted her legs and planted her wet lewd lower lips upon hers! Her body ignited with fire upon the wet lips messily kissing with each hard grind from Madeline, sending her body into overstimulation even further as her body shook against the opposing pussy!

The slow dragging by Madeline's pussy was the closest thing that Thalia could describe as torture as the wet, swollen lips smeared all of it's juices combined with Thalia's own from her climax, each passing second Thalia was getting lost in a torrent of pleasure that was getting difficult to navigate as she continued to twist and turn against the grass and Madleine!

"Haaaa! Haaaaa! Haaaaaaa!"

Heated moans left Thalia's mouth as Madeline's words washed over her, exclaiming her new dominion over Thalia! The Greek couldn't fight back against such claims, her body already betraying her with being exhausted after her tremendous climax and it was only getting worse by the second with Madeline intent on taking all she had to offer as more and more of her juices started to ooze out of her once again!

[Lightman]

Madeline pressed her advantage with unyielding fervour, her hips driving forward in relentless thrusts that kept Thalia's moans echoing across the open field. The bluenette's body writhed beneath her, their slick forms sliding and mashing together in a heated tangle, yet every desperate push from Thalia met only the immovable wall of Madeline's superior strength. No escape presented itself for the exhausted Greek, as each heavy press from the Englishwoman amplified the enthralling waves of pleasure coursing through her.

A triumphant smirk graced Madeline's lips as Thalia's piercing cry tore through the air, her head snapping back into the yielding grass while her frame shuddered violently against the intimate assault. The fire of overstimulation blazed in every quiver of Thalia's form, their mingled essences heightening the messy union with each forceful grind that Madeline delivered without mercy.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss~…”

The grass clung to them, catching the light of the afternoon sun. Madeline’s pulse thundered in her throat, hot and alive. This was the moment she had mastered her opponent’s spirit, yet she held the conflict there, prolonging it with exquisite patience. She could feel the tension trembling through the other woman’s frame, one final defiance before surrender. Madeline wanted to draw it out, to witness that breaking instant that blurred victory and devotion alike.

The deliberate, torturous drags of her own swollen lips against Thalia's smeared their combined juices in a slick haze, drawing the bluenette deeper into a maelstrom of ecstasy that left her twisting futilely against the earth and her unyielding opponent.

“Give…give…” It was no longer a contest but a completion. The struggle gave way to quiet inevitability as the contest’s last fragments dissolved. She intensified her onslaught, intent on claiming complete dominion as Thalia's body betrayed her further, fresh rivulets of arousal seeping out in testament to the impending explosion. It all teetered on the brink, her movements calculated to shatter the Greek's resistance in a cascade of overwhelming bliss.

“Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvveeeee!!!”