Roses or Lavender? A Battle of Botany: Aiko Hasegawa(D) vs. Ema Ikeda(D)

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Overtaking the fallen goddess seemed like such an easy matter. She laid on the mat, covering her face most likely racked with pain. Aiko couldn’t help but find the whole scen a bit…inviting. Surely Astarte wouldn’t mind her getting a little handsy would they? Despite any protests rules were rules and you couldn’t go against those. In hindsight, Aiko should’ve fully committed to her Grapevine hold but she wasn’t interested in that, she was interested in getting to know the violet. Taking the woman’s pale stomach was easy. Her slim, black shorts slide along their midriff as she settles into place. When was the last time she had the chance to mount such a chiseled abdomen? She couldn’t recall but she couldn’t stop just yet, her hands already sneaking away. Her goal was those wrists of course but limbs have a mind of their own sometimes, especially when it came to soft things. ”Oya? You don’t mind? I should’ve given them the full treatment.” She states, mixed with playfulness but a hint of sincerity.

It only took moments to catch Astarte in a Grapevine hold, Aiko had left their legs free, instead focusing solely on her catch. Uttering her challenge she can only begin to imagine them struggle to free themselves. Would she make a cute whine? Would they beg or plead? Those thoughts invaded her mind as she felt lips clash against her own. Aiko immediatly snapped from her mindscape and found herself surprised with the violets sudden boldness. Of course, she couldn’t complain, her tight vice-like grip melted away as her palms slowly slid upward, fingers sinking between their digits as their fingers interlocked. Her lips returned the contact with an aggressive vigor, her tongue already on the defense as she battles the intruder invading her mouth. Being lost in her thoughts left her bunerable for that moment that Astarte pushed back but Aiko was slowly gaining her ground.

Her focus was broken once again as she felt the violets legs wrap around her waist. The squeeze definitely sent a jolt of pain through her wait into her hips before they used their own weight to unclamce the pair. Aiko met the mat with a light thud it didn’t exactly hurt, but she was locked up now. With her fingers interlocked and their legs wrapped around her waist it seemed like only a matter of time before she really started to feel pain. Instead she found herself flat on her back with Astarte now on top. Her amber pools stare up towards them as she breaks the kiss to breathe. Soft pants escape past her lips as her chest rises and falls with each breath. ”So…what now?” She asks through slightly labored breathes, acting innocent in an attempt to play on the inexperienced Goddess’ possible naivety. ”I bet you’re thinking something dirty about me right now, aren’t you~? I didn’t think you’d KISS me first.” she adds, having caught her breath, Aiko lays out her trap, looking to stir them up before she can take charge again.

Through her attempts at freedom she couldn’t help but be impressed with their sudden roar to life. Aiko grins as her lips part to speak. ”Are you going to do it again?” The Rose asks.

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Ema wasn’t so sure about what she was doing when she started kissing her rival or where would that lead her, but the purple-haired was certain of something: Aiko had started the match in a flurry of energy and she was quite capable of making her unable to move, so she couldn’t let the feisty woman do as she pleased and she had to start thinking about countermeasures and fast. That was how almost without thinking much about it Astarte sealed lips with her rival to distract her while she tried to buck the two of them to switch positions. It didn’t came as a conscious thought but more as some sort of instinct that would recognise that her situation wasn’t that good and started to work towards changing it.

It looked like this effort worked some wonders as the sudden change in how forces and weight were applied resulted in the two of them rolling over. Things went from a bad situation for Ema to a promising one since the purple-haired was now the one on top, rendering her rival unable to move with a grapevine hold and working on her arousal while kissing her. But it was when their kiss broke and Ema looked at the object of her desire in the eye, all sprayed on the mat almost as if she was some reward for the taking and then Aiko made a question that Ema realized something: despite her having control over her rival’s movements it was Aiko the one who was mentally in control.

Aiko’s words echoed inside Ema’s mind: “What now?” Ema realized she didn’t know the answer. In her insinctive haste to get on top of things now she was aware that she hadn’t thought about what to do when she gained control. Astarte panicked a little, trying to hide this moment of doubt and indecision so her rival wouldn’t notice. An idea ingrained on her mind out of necessity, but what Astarte didn’t realize that it wasn’t an idea of her own but one Aiko planted there just to take advantage of it.

“Maybe I will...”, said Ema in a soft tone before leaning in again, sealing her lips with Aiko’s for a second time, starting with some slow kissing before she could step up the intensity by getting her tongue inside Aiko’s mouth to try and maintain her dominance, even if it was a fragile one.

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Aiko was bound to the mat in what she’d consider a well executed Geapevine. Even while in her current predicament, she could appreciate the lengths Ashtarte was willing to go to to keep her down, although she was getting a bit fidgety now. She couldn’t help herself, such a cute little violet doing their best to, she could only want more. After the first break between their fierce lip exchange, Aiko could see the gears turning, their mind digging deep to find the answer to her question. Most wouldn’t think such a simple question would prove to be difficult but that was the beauty of it. Questioning her seemed to push her towards Aiko and she reveled in the attention.

Despite loving every second of this, Aiko knew that being locked down wouldn’t be in her best interests. On top of that, her legs were beginning to ache from the position they were hooked into. The raven haired woman could use her situation and topple Ema, her gaze manages to meet the rope nearby, if she could somehow roll Ashtarte closer, she’d be able to separate them with a rope break.

With the Violet making her claim, Aiko couldn’t help but grin, ear to ear, with the insinuation of going for another kiss. Much to her delight, they acted good on their proclamation and she practically leaned into it. The kisses were timid at first, she assumed they were setting the rhythm first and her assumption would prove correct as they applied more passion into each liplock. Her body tingles with the sensations, their chiseled abdomen grinding against her thin t-shirt, her breaths are ragged as she’s on the receiving end for once. Her hands now, unlatched from her previous handholding niche were fighting to pry away from the mat. Normally, she’d pamper her lover with her touch but at the moment the only thing she could thing of was escape. She could do all the pampering and more when she was free and had her prize in her bed.

With a fierce jolt, Aiko would look to push off from her right foot in an attempt to roll Ashtarte onto their back, all while keeping their lips locked as their tongues began their own fight. The sudden boldness of Ema surprised Aiko but at the same time, excited her. If her little bundle of joy was that keen on winning her then she’d have to fight her tooth and nail for it. Granted she was able to get the Purplette to roll over, she’d attempt to then drape their hands over the bottom rope to break them apart. Truth be told she didn’t particularly want to break up such steamy romance but couldn’t very much dissapoint her fans either.

If she managed to achieve the rope break, Aiko, would roll backwards before raising herself up on her knees. Her chest was heaving from the heated exchange, her usually stoic amber gaze was replaced by a hunting gaze instead. ”That was perfect, you really turned on the charm there, hon. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you had tons of experience~.” Aiko taunts. She can’t help but play with her food, old habits die hard as they say. ”But you know, I’ve been thinking..” the scientist adds, slowly climbing to her feet, her palms rolling down her curves towards her waist. ”I think I’m a bit overdressed for this. You came out showing off and here I am, hiding it.” Just as those words leave her mouth, Aiko’s fingertips curl with the fabric of her shirt, managing to untuck it from the waist band of her shorts. She grins as her predator like gaze shifts, slowly pulling the article up and exposing her stomach. ”Let’s make it even, yeah?” There wouldn’t be anytime to answer even if Ema could reply. In one fluid motion, her white shirt, rose along her sides and slide over her chest. Her Raven black hair pops out from her shirt, revealing her somewhat chiseled abdomen and her lace black top. Aiko would drop her new discarded shirt, kicking it towards the turnbuckle. ”Better?” She asks.