[Hentai POW Match] Lunara Ashmore (D) vs Angelina Tarrant (D) - Double debut means double pleasure

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It started getting really hot. Before Lunara found out that her debut was waiting for her, she often thought about what exactly her first match would be. She was quite a busy person because of the responsibilities on her shoulders outside the ring, but she spent enough time learning many hentai matches. It whetted her appetite, it made her look forward to her first opportunity to be in the ring.

Although the American woman could not deny that this match had already brought her some surprises. The behavior of her rival changed more often than the pictures in the kaleidoscope. At first, Angelina was nothing more than a loud and defiant child, then she seemed to melt, then she began to become more confident and confident again with every second. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't something sexy.

And because she wanted this flame to become really bright, the blonde was going to do everything necessary to ensure that Angelina got the match she wanted. The red-haired girl decided to take their games to a new level and Lunara wanted to see how far they were both ready to go in a fit of passion. But even more she wondered if Angelina was ready to meet the words she said? Victory must be earned.

At the moment when Lunara strained her arms and legs in order to throw off her rival, she noticed that the work she had done was still not in vain. The skirt slipped off the legs of the American girl and the predator even managed to see Angelina's panties. So far, the blonde was clearly in the lead in their game. If everything continues at this pace, then she will easily win and get the opportunity to do whatever she wants with Angelina. She just needed to get on her feet, turn around and...

"Phak!" Lunara made a rather indistinct sound immediately after she turned to face her opponent.

It was obvious to everyone but her what had happened. The Jaguarundi did not immediately realize it. Something crashed right into her bare stomach. And with such force that the pain literally filled every cell of her body. First, the blonde's body folded in half, and then she fell hard on the mat. The predator turned on her right side, hugging her stomach with her hands. Closing her eyes tightly, she started coughing due to the fact that muscle spasms seemed to bind her lungs.

Only then did she realize that it wasn't something, but someone had crashed into her. Despite the fact that she was quickly able to throw off Angelina, the red-haired girl did not lose concentration and took up a fighting position even before Lunara got to her feet. It seems her opponent had a few aces up her sleeve. For Lunara, such a turn of events came as a complete surprise, although so far she was only thinking about at least a little to ease the pain that her body was filled with.

[Monsy]

Never underestimate a girl in their underwear. Angelina had a story for that lesson, but she’s satisfied that she got to pass it on. She landed quite soundly, sliding onto her stomach before pushing up to her knees, and giving her shoulder a few slaps to celebrate this turn around.

“WOOT! Gotcha real fuckin’ good, bitch.” Some small laughter followed. They’d seem too occupied with their own self to really contest anything Angelina did. She scooted over to their back, put two hands on their upright shoulder and pushed until they were on their stomach, then placed a knee on their spine, facing their head. “I’m no pro in your pretzel hold-a-shitters, bar-whatevers or stretch-doofuckeys. But I got me here a fuckin’ brain to know that…” She reached for fistfuls of their hair, clutched and raised their face off the canvas. “Your face smackin’ dis canvas will make ya a lil dizzy. Whatcha think? I make ya dizzy, get ya a good punch drunk glow goin’ on, then I strip ya all nice and slow. Kk? K.”

So it began. Angelina’s grip was used to pull them up. then smash them face-first into the mat. It wouldn’t just be once, but twice, three times and so on until she was satisfied and reaped every ounce of fun.

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The pain and dizziness overshadowed Lunara's mind so much that she didn't even hear what her rival was mumbling there. However, it didn't matter. It was important that almost immediately the red-haired girl decided to continue her onslaught, turning the predator on her stomach and sitting on her back.

Lunara was expecting some kind of submission hold, but everything turned out to be much more prosaic. Angelina grabbed her hair and lifted her head above the mat. Realizing that this was unlikely to bring her anything good, the Jaguarundi threw up her hands, grabbing her opponent's wrist and forearm. However, she wasn't prepared for what happened next.

The American woman's eyes widened at the moment when her face was pushed down to the mat. It seems her opponent decided to turn a hentai match into some kind of hardcore. The structure of any person's face implies that if a person falls face down, their nose will be broken in most cases. In order to avoid this, it is usually enough to turn your head to the side.

But Lunara did not have such an opportunity due to the strong grip of her rival. She didn't want to get a broken nose at all, especially in a hentai match without hardstyle conditions. And her instincts told her the only way out left. The blonde tilted her head forward in order to fall on the mat not with her whole face, but only with her forehead.

"Gh..." she groaned faintly at the moment when her forehead collided with the mat.

Her hands had weakened, but she still held the wrist and forearm of the red-haired woman. It seemed that she could still try to get out of this situation. But only until the moment when Angelina raised her head again, and then again pushed it to the mat. A mist appeared in Lunara's eyes, and her hands fell to the mat. Waves of pain spread throughout her body, but soon it lost all meaning because after the third collision of her head with the mat, her body went limp and she felt almost nothing.

[Monsy]

With Lunara’s soft-sweet sugar that embodied a touch of angel-cloud and a lasting aftertaste of caramel came Angelina’s vinegar nail-scrapes and talon-grips that left her opponents in recoil. This was just as much fighting as it was sex, and Angelina would splendor in both, kneeling on their back, taking their head and smashing it like it was some steel egg that could be cracked. Contesting with just their hands made Angelina’s smile turn more cheshire and self-satisfied, and when that rebellion broke, well, she didn’t look surprised. Rather - smile overflowed with more satisfaction - like an artist soaking in their latest masterpiece.

She slid her knee over their back, dropping off to kiss the canvas on their far side, moving to take a seat on their spine, and opening her legs to press her full bodyweight. “Nothin’ like a bit of violent foreplay to warm ya up.” Trailing off with a soft hum that fluttered in her mouth. She began combing and picking up Lunara’s blonde hair into a single semi-contained river of gold, enough for her lithe hand to lynch it near their skull to finalise the hair leash on the Jaguarundi.

Angelina’s first order was to pull back and try to peel their head off the canvas. Then she took one leg, and stomped just above their shoulder, leaning over their head whilst reeling the hair-grip back so, if they chose, they could peer up and their eyes could meet. Times like this, she just felt all the time in the world to talk. “Whatcha think? Be honest. Feelin’ hot and bothered? Regrettin our wager, yet?” She started, capped off her question with a wink, “Doesn’t matta, really’ - I’m gonna beat ya up real good first, then finish ya in those free five minutes. Somehow. What a debut for ya, right? Now, what was I doin’ again? Ah, yeah…”

Her inconspicuous free second hand wagged its fingers as it placed an index finger on their dip, tracing it down like the Nile with a slight twist and curve in its course. It sought to end right at their bra, where the digit hooked beneath. Her whole hand started fidgeting at the clip, where she desired to see that bra slack at the shoulders and drip off.

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The void gradually began to fill with sounds, and these sounds were too indistinct. It was like a string of completely random thoughts mixed into a single mass and accelerated several times at the same time. And every moment these sounds became louder and louder. That was the process of Lunara's awakening.

After her mind could be called turned on again, she first of all felt a wild pain all over her body, especially in her head. Lunara tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't see anything but fog. Most of all it was like a very heavy hangover after a very stormy night. Although with a hangover, the head is usually filled with a different kind of pain.

A few moments later, the American woman realized that something was wrong. Due to dizziness and confused thoughts, she did not immediately realize that her opponent was holding her by the hair, lifting her upper body above the mat. Angelina was saying something at that moment, but the predator could not understand a single word. However, she didn't have to hear exactly what her rival was saying. The whole point was more than obvious.

Feeling a touch on the upper part of her back, the Jaguarundi guessed what would happen next. She had the urge to resist, but unfortunately, her head was still in a bad state. Because of this, she could not pull herself together, her thoughts were too confused. And this led to a natural result. Lunara's bra was unbuttoned and in an instant fell to the mat, exposing her voluminous breasts with bright pink nipples, which contrasted strongly with her pale milky skin.

[Monsy]

Now this was a minor victory.
Unveiling half of the woman, and now inching closer to that ultimate prize - sacred five minutes. There would be nothing more satisfying than to win then, break them down into a puddle, unable to fight back, but all so aware of what happens. Submission without even having to tap. And with the bra off, and Angelina had to settle for picturing the full view that the audience drank up, Angelina’s thoughts dabbled on the skirt. It seemed all she needed to do was knock them drunk again then take the rest. Could it be so easy? No… She wouldn’t have it that way.

Instead, Angelina reached over to pick up the bra and slinked it around her neck. “You are neva gettin this back.”

Their hair was released and Angelina rose to one knee. Two hands gripped their shoulders and tried to peel them from the canvas, turning them over so she could get an eye-ful of their exposed chest. There, she sat on their belly, hands right above. A middle and index started to walk up their body as Angelina licked her lips. “Nooot that you’ll ever want to around me, girl. Fufufu…” With that, her walking hands reached and cupped each breast. Her fingertips pressed into the skin, kneading deeper as if it were her own. Then she lowered her head, leaned in, wetting her soft lips again until they could glisten a crystal reflection. Angelina slid her hips back, hips over hips, and dotted a line from Lunara’s naval, up, leaving a trail of wet kisses, eventually dragging her lips as she glossed on the breast, climbing the mountain until she reached the zenith. The treasure at the end of the rainbow.

Her lips rolled in then made a small pop. The hands squeezed a second time as she dripped to set her mouth on one of Lunara’s nipples, and invited it to duet with her tongue, flicking and teasing, going around and around until her lips pressed together for a parting kiss.

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Hardly anyone could say that Lunara planned to be in such a situation. But there was nothing to deny here, the American woman really did not expect that her head would be tried to split into several parts, as if it was a hardcore match. Because of her dark side of life, which was hidden from many people, she knew very well that there was a price to pay for every mistake. She was not ready for such cruel actions on the part of her rival and the price of this was that now the blonde was half naked.

And while the predator tried to make every effort to recover, the red-haired girl continued to go forward. To the loud shouts of the audience, who were clearly inspired by what they saw after Lunara lost her bra, she turned the Jaguarundi on her back, sitting on her stomach.

Lunara's consciousness gradually returned to normal, now the fog in front of her eyes was not so thick. Although instead of a clear image, she still saw only the silhouette of her rival, who, apparently, decided to appropriate her bra. However, now she didn't have to see Angelina, the American girl took care of this with her moves.

A shiver ran through Lunara's body at the moment when her rival's palms lay on her voluminous breasts. The first pleasant feeling since that moment, the American girl's shoulder crashed into her stomach. Lunara even had to make some efforts not to let out a moan at the moment when Angelina's fingers tightened.

Angelina sank lower, sliding her thighs over Lunara's thighs and something told the blonde that she knew what her rival was up to. Yes, she guessed right, because after one second the lips of the American girl touched the skin near her navel. Because of this, the predator slightly arched her back. It wasn't just one kiss. It was a series of light kisses and with each of them Angelina rose higher and higher. Lunara's mouth opened at the moment when her rival squeezed her breasts again. And when Angelina's tongue came into contact with her nipple, Lunara could not restrain a slight moan.

"Maahh..."

Pain gradually began to give way to pleasure. Lunara bit her lower lip at the moment when her rival's lips closed on her nipple. The predator strained her fingers, lightly scratching the mat. Knowing full well that she should take action, she couldn't bring herself to do it yet. The temptation to get at least a little pleasure after her head was one step away from being smashed to pieces was too great.

[Monsy]

The predator fancied themselves this pirate's prey, didn’t they? They only had themselves to prey. Everything she had in this state, prepared or not, earned or not, was what she took. Headbutts are a grizzly business. Scorched earth of the bone. It was also easy and sudden, like a bomb that left them paralyzed. Long enough for Angelina to toy off their top, wear it like a Queen’s necklace, turn them over and enjoy the spoils of her violent labour. The taste of skin on her tongue again was an explosion. An euphoria without dopamine, and hunger without rumble. That moan was sugar for her sweet-tooth. It brought out her grin. The giddiness of her giggle wasn’t holding back.

Satisfaction was reaped, so she pulled off. “Mmmmm…” A trickle of saliva bridged until she rolled in her bottom-lip, “Amazin’”

If her opponent was still so content to stare into space and be her canvas, well, she wouldn’t mind tagging her up so more. Rather, her hands were already sliding up, shadowing over their shoulders, down the arms and hoping to settle against their wrists, then grip. And as Angelina’s shorter reach weighed in, she lowered and eventually their chests kissed its opposite. Angelina’s chin eased onto their collar, “How’s pain and pleasura co-existin for ya, Loo-nar-ah?” Her voice purred like a devilish kitten. And much like before, she started planting her lips all over, starting at the base of their collar, plotting over their neck. She pinched a bit of skin on her teeth, biting, just a little and giving a slight possessive pull before she trailed onward, over their chin, and around their mouth. Her leg snaked between their legs, a thigh resting over the panty that stroked up and down.

Meanwhile, Angelina was finally in her place, hovering her face over Lunara’s, possessing this dumb grin as she looked down at them with sparkling purple hue. “Why dontcha take what we both want right now? And kiss me.”

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Finally, after Lunara blinked once again, her vision completely returned to normal. The dizziness left her head, although the residual pain was still there. But, nevertheless, now she clearly saw her opponent, who was currently busy playing with the predator's nipple. Lunara tried to restrain herself, but barely audible moans continued to escape from her mouth.

Was she ready to stop it? Perhaps. But still, the blonde wanted to enjoy at least a little more sensations, which were much more pleasant than multiple collisions of her head with the mat. Besides, her rival seems to have finally got into the taste. These roller coasters seemed to the predator something unusual. It was difficult for her to understand what was going on in Angelina's head, who at a certain moment seemed like an insecure child, then a defiant teenager and who now looked like a real woman.

However, Lunara could understand why the red-haired girl seemed so confident now. Having tasted something like that, you always want more. Perhaps her opponent really had little experience in such things, but after she got a small victory by stunning Lunara, a thirst for more awoke in her. This feeling was well known to Lunara.

After finishing playing with Lunara's nipple, Angelina grabbed her wrists, pressing the blonde's hands to the mat. It soon became clear why this was necessary. That way she secured herself in order to then freely climb a little higher. Lunara's bare breasts came into contact with Angelina's breasts, which were still hidden by her bra. However, even so it was a pleasant feeling.

And these feelings became even more pleasant when the lips of the red-haired girl again came into contact with the predator's skin. Multiple kisses turned into a path along which Angelina moved upward. She made only one small stop in order to bite the velvety skin of the Jaguarundi in the neck area, causing the blonde to hiss slightly. By the time Angelina got to the Lunara's lips, she also shifted her leg, which began to rub against the pussy of the American woman.

Lunara's breathing quickened when she involuntarily began to move her hips slightly due to increasing sexual arousal. Her rival's face was close. Too close. And she saw the fire in those eyes. She knew exactly what Angelina wanted. Although the red-haired girl herself did not hide it either. A kiss. Did Lunara have a reason to refuse? Certainly. But why if that's what she was here for?

"How fast they grow..." slightly closing her eyes, the predator said, hinting that Angelina has become much more confident now than at the beginning of the match.

Her turquoise eyes sparkled slightly in the spotlight, and then she lifted her head so that her lips touched Angelina's. She felt as if it was a direct continuation of the kiss that they had interrupted at the moment when they decided to start a game inside the game. The same sweet taste with a unique note of bitterness. The predator's tongue ran over the lips of the American girl before trying to penetrate Angelina's mouth. It is necessary to take only the best from life. Not tomorrow. Today. And Lunara saw no reason to deny herself the pleasure of enjoying the taste of her rival.

[Monsy]

It’s all a fun dance; dalliance between instinct and instruction. Placing the hands, letting them drift. Plotting her lips and letting the mouth sing against the skin, painting over with the touch of a flower metal. She needn’t use her eyes or think; feel the rhythm which took her to Lunara’s lips. The bid to command what she desired was something to write on her bucket list. If only the cameras picked that up. She’d love the memory. But between the crowds growing awe, their white-chatter and cheers, she’d have only camera flashes and the euphoric heart to carve into long-term thought. The rush.

“Mm…” Angelina gave herself into the kiss. Her elbows went on either side of their head, the forearms brushed the ears and pinned over the blonde hair. A honeyed, breathy but sheepish moan slipped into the kiss. The warm-wet muscle invited and met its partner for round two, where they’d wrestle together, intertwine and mingle. She wasn’t looking to overrun the kiss - but let it be, fall where it may. And while it likely wasn’t the last. Why not take each like it was? Her hand combed into their hair, brushing back any loose bangs. The Marauder’s cheeks warmed and she laid on them, sharing with them the pounding drum in her chest. Her head tilted to accommodate. Dizziness was its side-effect. A loose feeling of freedom and pleasure tightening up her spine, arching and rolling her hips against them while her leg continued to brush, grind and shiver. But when it came all undone, that limb stopped. Angelina looked to remove herself, leaving them bridged by their taste.

“Nice…” And while her cheeks were still bright, she rolled her bottom lip in and bit down. That stupid smile resumed, and she climbed up to plant one hand by their head, and combed loose strands around her own ear. “Be a good bitch and stay down, girl.”

Now she was on the move again. Her eyes told the intent crystal-clear; centred on their hips. Her hands shadowed around their form, over the shoulders and down the sides, cupping them. The fingers formed fish-hooks, where four of each hand tried to hook beneath the hem and pinch with her palm. Her legs slid down as well, with Angelina’s hips soon hovering over their thigh, then lower over their knee. She didn’t pull just yet. Instead, she leaned down and tried to place her head between their legs, where her sopping lips could apply onto their panties, over the cloaked folks and her tongue could swim against the fabric, pressing in for added pressure while her gaze peered up. Only after, when she had her own taste teased, and taunted them with what’s to come, Angelina pulled back, knee by knee, and now tugging with her hands, to see if she can tug their panties free. Then win this bet. Then fuck her debut win out of her.