Dash Sealgair vs Katsumi Oshiro: The Punk Princess vs The Rainbow Warrior!

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Dash lay on the mat, the side of her face throbbing in pain, and yet, she was surprisingly content. She'd given her all, but was outmatched by a stronger, more experienced opponent. Nothing to be ashamed of.

But Kat had a surprise in store for her it seemed, as the dark haired beauty not only pinned Dashs full body down in dominant fashion, but began to grind their hips together, arching in a way that trusted against the younger girl.

Dashs body lightly jolted, a surge of pleasure and warmth coursing through her, making her gasp and squeak adorably, as she got wetter between her legs, being brought on the edge of orgasm as she was being pinned!

[CyanDimitrik]

No, tonight started as a normal night to break a newcomer. To reassert herself and make management dread putting her in the ring with another fresh-faced up-and-comer. But it turned into a desire to make sure Dash shined, that she didn't risk ruining anyone's career. And somewhere near the end, Katsumi's mentality had shifted again to wanting to not only assert her dominance over the teen, but to give her a lingering memory. To indulge in the dominance more than strictly necessary. More than textbook.

Dash likes her.

So Katsumi is giving her something extra. Something she, herself, wants to. The feel of Dash's body surrendering in full to her, the knowledge that she not only conquered her young body, but her desires.

The rocking of her hips subtly intensifies, the sleek tone of her abdominals grinding against Dash's own abs in short, tight passes. But the base of the hips are what sees the most weight, the most friction. She'd like to claim she's administering this based on paying attention to Dash's breathing and the feel of her heart pounding against her breast. But the reality is, she isn't. She's working off of instinct. The more tense her own body feels, the more she suspects Dash is feeling. But every sound, every gasp, every flex of the body beneath her brings sends every right signal to work harder, faster.

The referee slaps the mat beside Dash's head. "TWO!"

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Dash gasped again, her bare thighs trembling, as Kat continued to press and thrust her hips against Dash's own, getting small squeaks out of the rainbow haired rookie.

She panted faster, chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath as the feeling between her legs grew with each grind of those abs on her own, of Katsumis chest rising and falling on her own.


Another thrust, and Dash's body stiffened, back arching, the teen biting her lip as she let out a muffled moan, just loud enough for only Kat to hear as she came, her lithe body shuddering as an intense orgasm ripped through her body. It lasted a few seconds, her trunks getting damp from her cream before she collapsed back to the mat, pleasure flooding her body and mind.

She laid limp on the mat after under Katsumi, defeated, conquered, claimed, as the referees came down for the third and final time.

"THREE!"

[CyanDimitrik]

To the audience, that arching of the back, the biting her lip, the intense shudder - it all suggested a final effort to break the pin. And the subsequent collapse being her body's yield to its fate, Dash surrendering herself to Katsumi. Even the referee paused the count - technically unprofessinally, but it was certainly dramatic - to see if the shoulders could raise off the mat.

But they did not.

Katsumi, of course, knew different. She heard the moan. She felt every bit of heated tension in herself, so the feel of Dash's body cinching itself into her was unmistakable. Dash had hit the peak she was pushing for. She experienced exactly what Katsumi wanted her to, while being pinned beneath her. The feel of her chest rising and falling with each panting breath against her, the feel of the teen's toned abs flush against her own, and now that she's settled back in, Katsumi presses her hips hard between Dash's legs. No other reason than to assert the claim over her. She did this. Dash's body is hers in this ring.

The referee's hand hits the mat for the third time.

"THREE!"

The bell sounds off.

DING! DING! DING!

"You winner by pinfall!," begins the announcer. "KATSUMIIII! OOOSHIIIROOOO!"

But Katsumi isn't in a hurry to get off of Dash. Her head lowers, letting her sweat-dampened hair provide a nice, discreet curtain for her as she nips her lips onto the edge of the teen's ear. Then a murmur, breath hot against her skin: "'Atta girl..."