Madeline Christiansen vs. Aspasia El-Shenawy - Snakes & Ladders

[Lightman]

“And yet here you are, enjoying my body.”

The brunette quipped without leaving a moment too long after Asp’s warning. Madeline liked to believe that she matched Asp’s back and forth with words, understanding the flow, and connecting with each playful banter and innuendo. A battle can also be about wits, just as much the physical side. “I do not mind if a snake wishes to feed its carnal urges. Not every bite of a snake has venom.”

The crowd would show their appreciation of a steamy scene like this, but in moments like these, it’s just these two in the squared circle. Despite the initial shock, Asp quickly adjusted to the sudden shift in pleasure. Madeline welcomed the redhead, bodies pressing against each other, lips connecting and worshipping the female form, getting deep within the serpent’s coils.

Madeline’s hand stroked against the nape of Asp’s neck, fingertips tracing along the supple, exotic skin. They would travel down, noting down every curve, examining the dance-trained body of the redhead, lightly purring amidst the touch of Asp’s lips on her collarbone. The Englishwoman’s thigh would graze upwards against her “opponent’s” crotch, calf, and thigh muscles flexing at the touch of Asp’s toes.
It was easy to get lose yourself in the heat of passion, abandoning the goal of winning, and ignoring Asp’s warning, just to pursue their selfish desires. However, Madeline did not get this far in her career to be making such rookie mistakes. “Alas, you are correct. Though that kick of mine might have made you forget what type of match this is.”

With no warning, Madeline’s hand gripped the waistband of Asp’s skirt, before lifting the smaller opponent. An arching throw would be impossible since Asp had one leg grapevine with hers. Instead, she shifted the supporting leg back a bit and twisted, aiming to bring Asp down with a lateral drop.

[BlackAkuma]

It might have seemed like sweet, carnal fun - and it was, indeed. But there was a slight danger, and they both realized it. It was a dangerous dance, flirting like this in the middle of the match, with such a clearly capable opponent. Both of them had the tools to do real damage to each other. Asp could feel the muscles in Madeline’s body as the two enjoyed each others touch, felt her fine athletic form, and she’d sampled enough of her lethality with those kicks.

But it was so easy not to care as they kissed, touched, and tasted. So simple to forget as her hot breath flowed along Asp’s neck, and those honeyed words slithered into her ear. She was not the only serpent at work, here. She rarely encountered an opponent that could match her on many levels, but this woman was lithe, dangerous, lustful, the sort of foe she dreamed of. In the back of her mind, she hoped that this was not their last meeting, regardless of how the match went - she could use more interesting people in her life.

It was easy to get lost in Madeline Christiansen. Perhaps too easy, even with Asp’s keen senses. While she knew the pendulum would swing towards violence sooner or later, even she hadn't anticipated it would be in such an abrupt manner. One moment, they were locked in a tender caress reserved for the closest lovers. The next, she was sent flying through the air, ass-over-teakettle, on a harrowing path that ended with her crashing hard on the mat.

The Water Serpent cried out, jerked up, then sagged underneath her opponent, as she reeled from the powerful slam. Far from defeated, but a solid blow had been dealt, and she would need a moment to recover.

[Lightman]

Unfortunately for Asp, when it comes to grappling and wrestling, a moment is plenty of time to gain an advantage. It seems to be a recurring theme regarding this match so far. While Asp possessed the speed and dexterity to land multiple hits that resulted in more devastating effects later on, it only took a few solid blows to shut down any forward momentum the redhead made. Not surprising, considering the size difference between the two.

It was only in these moments that Madeline realised how much of a delicate flower this woman is. Well, that’s not an apt description. The Water Snake is tougher than most, given the matches she participates in. But it’s noticeable when a lateral drop is capable of pun intended, taking her breath away. Speaking of which, “Was that too much, my dear? I know many have claimed I am quite breathtaking.”

Yeah, she couldn’t resist.

Banter aside, Madeline never stopped moving once she landed with all of her body weight on Asp. The brunette slithered, again, pun intended, forward on top of the redhead, letting that athletic form enjoy the sensation of skin meeting skin. At the very least her movements befit the attire she wears, unlike that sambo manoeuvre she performed. The thrill of a dangerous opponent being brought to heel underneath was something Madeline relished in, and while she laid kisses upon Asp’s lips, cheeks and forehead, the thorny vines of this rose began to entwine.

Her thighs hooked behind Asp’s knees, hands taking the serpent’s wrists and placing them behind her scarlet head, all while her bosom would embrace the head of Asp. Or rather, engulf her mouth and nose well enough. Madeline gave a teasing roll of her hips on Asp’s, letting their crotches glide so gracefully against each other, that the Water Snake could feel Madeline’s heart beating with anticipation. With nowhere to go, Asp would be left folded damn near underneath, especially.

Not as if Asp would have any objections to it. Or at least Madeline hoped so.

“Here, let me make it all better.” Madeline’s sultry voice still reached Asp’s ears as one of her hands moved back behind. Her fingertips danced over the fabric of Asp’s bottom. With two fingers pointed down, she pressed into the warm slit beneath and began a circular motion. Delicate tips bring a slow yet hard pace as if to lull her into the perfect state of mind. “Lucky for you, I know just the perfect thing to satiate your beastly desires~...”

[BlackAkuma]

Breathtaking. Hm. Aspasia might have laughed if she had the air for it. As attractive and alluring as she found this woman, she would be lying if she said some irritation wasn’t starting to set it. Not aimed at Madeline, but in her inability to counter the woman’s effective assault, a stream of failures that led to the poor position she found herself in. While the match was far from over, she could see this being a hard rut to pull herself out of, unless she did something quick to change the pace.

Madeline was not about to let this opportunity go to waste, however, and she moved with a practiced ease to take advantage of Asp’s stupor, slithering over her body and wrapping the Water Serpent up with her own limbs. She folded her arms, putting her flexibility to the test. By the time she had the energy to resist, it was too late - she was bent over, exposed, and oh-so vulnerable, an easy target for whatever Madeline had planned.

And she had ideas. Devilish ideas.

Asp moaned as the Briton’s fingers found their way to her folds, satiating her with a deft touch. At first, she tried to struggle, wiggling in her bonds, looking to find some give. Maybe she could get out of this if she contracted and exploded, kick her way free with a burst…

But the more she thought of it, the more futile that sounded, and the more she erred towards a simpler solution: Just let it happen. She was going to get an orgasm in this match sooner or later, it was inevitable with such sensual beauty as her opponent. She could use a moment to recoup, anyway, and this position wasn’t hurting her all that much. She could put up with it, bide her time, have her release, and then…well, they would see.

Asp sighed and let her head roll back, easing into Madeline’s hold and giving her all the control she could desire. She welcomed whatever pleasure she could give her, eager to see what the temptress could do. ”Do you, now?” She had a dark, knowing chuckle. ”Prove it.”

[Lightman]

A flush of heat overwhelmed the English Rose. Even underneath the radiant lights of the arena and with a packed crowd watching the hot action, her skin had gotten used to the heat. Rolling around in this environment shouldn't have been a problem for her.

And what finally got Madeline to sweat came from the brush of one sweltering breath after another exhaled so desperately from underneath her. The tight space insulating Asp’s perfect countenance grew hotter by the second. The Englishwoman began a slow grind with her hips, adding some friction to the mix while stealing a glance over her shoulder down at the Greek-Egyptian.

The brunette had to wonder exactly where this woman came from. Asp didn’t fight like an amateur. Her movements outmatched Madeline’s in certain cases, yet she carried herself as the ethereal, exotic dancer that she was. She exuded a regal confidence that emanated in waves. When she was upright, at least. Madeline couldn’t say why but sensed that this was a rare opportunity she couldn't afford to miss. Her lips curled into a smile as she leaned forward into the hold. Simultaneously, the arm behind her carries out its task. Her circular motions continued around the Water Snake’s most sensitive region with their same playful air. Another sigh eased past her lips, feeling Asp rumbling beneath her. She worked with the wrist and experimented with distinct movements of her hand, slight changes in pace and tempo to keep teasing out one interesting reaction after another.

What made it even rarer was Asp's sudden change. Madeline is used to an opponent struggling within her grasp, trying to fight her advances, which is where Madeline seeks to gain a secure, dominant position to unleash her sexual assault. Which there was…for a moment. Suddenly, the natural, trained resistance from Asp gave way to acceptance. Not fighting against the waves of pleasure that are crashing against the rock, but welcoming it. Madeline, who enjoys intense duels, would have an issue with this…

…Yet she didn’t protest. Perhaps it was because of the opponent herself that she couldn’t help but give what she desired. Drawn to the allure of an unresisting serpent, giving in to its beastly nature and embracing the pleasures. In the face of danger, both have shared moments of enjoyment. And they weren’t going to stop now. “As you wish.” Her voice would drip with ecstasy and a lustful gaze in the emerald of her eyes.

Her fingers curled and formed ridges past the fabric as she placed two fingers directly onto the warming folds that would meet her touch with yearning. All the while the other, her thumb, rubbed against the hood of the clit, encouraging it to be free from its hiding place. Those three fingers would begin Madeline’s handiwork, bringing the pace to a controlled, yet faster rhythm. The same rhythm that mirrored the respective songs that they came out to. Moving with trained dexterity, quickly getting acquainted with the spots that garnered the most reaction from Asp. Sapphic as this is, valuable information like this couldn’t go to waste. Especially as this is still a match.

[BlackAkuma]

While Asp planned to win this in the end, she tried to look at the match in the long term, to consider more than just what was in front of her at any given time. It was clear that Madeline was a formidable hentai wrestler, technically sound and driven, with a masterful control over the human body. Getting the better of her would be no simple task, as the woman seemed superior to her in quite a few ways - perhaps a little stronger, perhaps a little tougher, perhaps more well-versed with actual wrestling techniques. Asp was still relatively new to the world of wrestling, after all, and while she knew how to fight, that alone didn’t make her a fighter.

She couldn't help but wonder where this woman had come from. She tried to keep her pulse on the hentai division, so the idea that she could’ve missed such an alluring beauty was hard to fathom - clearly, she needed to improve in that regard. From what she knew of their competition, there would be few women or men who could take on an opponent with the level of skill she brought to the table.

But there were other ways to win, aside from brute force, and that was her aim. Thinking beyond the short term, focusing on the next move instead of the one she was currently on. As counterproductive as it might have sounded just to let an orgasm happen in a match like this, it didn’t serve her well to waste energy in a struggle where she would likely wind up popping, anyway.

Relax. Bide time. More than anything, enjoy.

Asp melted under Madeline’s touch, finding heaven with the woman’s fingers. She had been building to orgasm since she laid eyes on this woman, so getting her to that point was no difficult task, but that didn’t stop the Englishwoman from doing it with impressive style and grace. She moaned as her pussy was playing with, manipulated like a fine instrument, her gasps turning to moans turning to long, guttural groans. When the inevitable finally happened, she welcomed it with a long sigh, gushing out and splattering Madeline’s hands as her body quivered. The referee came over, just to make sure, but she needed have bothered - Asp was making no effort to hide it.

Madeline had scored the first orgasm. She was halfway there.

But that didn’t mean it would be all downhill for her - quite the opposite. Asp relaxed in the hold for a moment, then sprung into action, bucking hard to push Madeline away. She reached up, grabbed her by the wrists, used her legs to encircle the arms, and tried to entrap her with a debilitating hold, striking with the quickness of her namesake.

[Lightman]

There was no doubt Asp wouldn’t take long to get over the edge. With the “foreplay” already taken place and the redhead’s natural attraction to the brunette, most of the work was already done. Many that are clueless in the art of sex failed to realise how important it is to get someone in the right mood. Madeline has met enough people that think they could still be effective without setting the foundations from the get go. Against those that have a natural resistance against the pangs of pleasure, taking too long to build it up can be a costly error. Especially against someone who’s not going to lie there and take it.

That’s not to say that Madeline’s fingers aren’t skilled enough to bring someone to the grand climax. It’s not her first rodeo either, sliding and pumping with practiced grace and deftness, knowing just the right moment to carry Asp into nirvana, her thumb massaging without causing pain. Of course, it’s easier to do all of that when Asp isn’t providing much resistance, but Madeline held the belief that she can achieve the same results even if she did. Having to pin someone down effectively enough is part of wrestling and she’s had a lot of experience in that regard.

“That’s it. Let your hips follow the rhythm.” Madeline grinned. Asp could feel Madeline’s heart beat as her bountiful chest envelop the serpent’s face more, adding a bit of oxygen deprivation to the pleasure. The Englishwoman focused on the task, noting every sigh, every shift of the body, and the tone of each noise that came out of the Water Snake. Asp wouldn’t have enjoyed this as much if Madeline was simply going through the motions. Each movement had intent, and that was one thing that separate someone with champion potential and some local prostitute.

The biggest proof of that was the amount of sweet nectar that splashed onto Madeline’s hand like a rapid torrent. It was an inevitability, and one that Madeline didn’t take long to get towards. The brunette kept her fingers pumping in and out, drawing out the conclusion out to a satisfying end. Feeling the throbbing pussy yield to the skilful digits, the primal, guttural groan marking her sexual triumph. Madeline felt Asp’s body shudder and quake underneath, letting the redhead go through the motions before she would cease and relax, becoming like putty after being stiff with tension.

“Is that enough proof, my dear?” Madeline chuckled as she took the small pool of juices that she collected with her hand before letting her lips and tongue relish in its taste. Just as exquisite as the look of her. “Ahhh~. You’re just too delicious. I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I was to have mo-”

The English Rose didn’t get much time to bask in the fruits of her labours as Asp suddenly came alive, even after being in the afterglow. The sudden burst of force didn’t push Madeline too far, but enough for the Water Snake to ensnare the Rose within her clutches. Just as fast as a snake bite, Madeline’s arms became seized within Asp’s grip, while the redhead’s legs entangled around them, feet crossing each other, smooth insteps pressing against the neck and throat. Madeline gasped, her eyes squinting as soon as she felt the toes flexing upwards, straightening the legs which began to hyperextend both arms.

Madeline had been wanting something more from the Water Snake. If only it didn’t come with the consequence of her throat and jugular veins being constricted and her arms bent in an unnatural direction.

[BlackAkuma]

”Yes,” Asp enjoyed a playful giggles as her legs ensnared Madeline’s arms, pulling her into the crushing hold. ”More than enough.”

A little fiendish? Perhaps. She’d struck when her opponent was least expecting it, taking advantage of the momentary lull that her orgasm had created to get one over on the Briton. But this was a match, not lovemaking, and she needed every advantage she could get against such a cagey opponent. She did not doubt that Madeline would be doing the same to her if the tables were turned, if not worse, so this was fair play to even the scales. How fruitful it would be, however, remained to be seen.

”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt - what were you saying?” A cruel taunt, she knew, but she couldn't resist, as she stretched her legs out to their fullest and tightened the noose around her foe’s neck, clamping with a tight vise and flexing her toes. She took the moment to recuperate as well, relaxing in the hold as she still basked in the afterglow. This was a good chance to wear her down while taking some time to build her own stamina back up, and she was going to make the most of it.

Seconds passed as the crowd cheered her on, and she could’ve held Madeline in this hold for a quite a while. The problem with that, however, is that it didn’t adequately further her goals - she needed an orgasm of her own to even the score, and while this hold was effective, it kept her arms and feet away from her pussy. It was frustrating to think that she could’ve won the match here and now if she’d gotten the first score, but she wasn’t going to let that detail bother her too much. There was still more than enough time to change things.

”As much as I love looking at your pretty face…” She let those words hang for a moment, until she abruptly unlocked the hold, letting her legs fall to the wayside and releasing her foe’s wrists. If her opponent thought she was showing mercy, however, she would be sorely mistaken, and she’d find out why when Asp rolled back on her shoulder and shot her legs straight out, hammering her opponent in the chest with both of her heels for a devastating blow.

[Lightman]

Was that a cruel taunt? Yes. Would Madeline have said that if she was in the same position? Also yes.

It’s mostly why she couldn’t get mad at Asp when she heard it. The two had established quite the bond, letting such barbs, teasing and gibes taken lightly. Madeline would be remiss if she let some words mess her up mentally so that her opponent could take advantage. No doubt Asp had been waiting to return one after turning into putty by Madeline’s two fingers. Madeline considered it part of the game that they were playing.

However, she couldn’t help but find some annoyance in this current position. Could be that Madeline is naturally a competitive person. Could also be how Madeline’s joints are bent unnaturally and her throat is crushed. Hard to say. But the hold, the Sorcerer (or a double armbar for the wrestling normies out there) was having its effect. Submissions like these aren’t very complex, so long as you have the flexibility to pull it off. The same legs that had left a lasting sting on Madeline’s body are the same ones that are bringing the torture. The smooth skin of her insteps a stark contrast to the constriction of her throat and veins, leaving but an atom of oxygen to pass through. It ain’t a gogoplata, but the move itself matched well with the flexibility Asp has. Heck, it’s not even a scissor hold. But the pressure on Madeline’s throat did its job, as shown by the gnashing of teeth and the tightly shut eyelids.

All Asp had to do was just straighten those legs to the fullest degree and watch Madeline squirm and struggle. The undignified gurgles and choked gasps coming from the English Rose showed its effects to the hollering crowd. In a match that had gone longer than this, with everything on the line and the ending so tight, many would have expected Madeline to tap. And even Madeline herself thought about signalling her submission. But with that thought came a massive realisation.

Asp can’t win with this.

At least with Madeline, she was in the prime position to get a pinfall after making Asp cum like a fountain. But this didn’t further her goals aside from dealing damage to the brunette. A cruel fate, to be so close, yet victory is out of reach. The Englishwoman could have laughed…if she could even do that.

So when Asp granted Madeline her release from the double armbar, the aching pain from being in this hold for so long was still apparent, even as her joints found relief. However, it was only but a brief reprieve from such troubles as a double kick towards her bountiful chest that sent the English Rose crashing on her back. Left coughing, groaning, and writhing in the aftermath. Far from defeated, but it will take some time for Madeline to recover from this.

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd, who had been growing listless as Asp had her orgasm, came back to life the moment that she sprung back into action. They’d likely thought the match was over from that point, with Madeline showing such a commanding start, but they should’ve known better. While she had a bad showing against Naga a little while ago, she’d made an impressive debut against Scar, holding her own against the skilled fighter and coming close to victory more than a few times. She was not a woman to be underestimated, and she was more than willing to show why that was, as she set about turning the tides.

Her double kick launched Madeline away, and it was tempting to just crawl over her body and attempt to finger fuck her into oblivion. But she doubted that would’ve worked - the woman still had no small amount of energy to work with. She needed to whittle away at her further, and she had more than a few ideas on how to do that. But first…

After the kick landed, Asp threw her legs up, planted her palms above her head, and rose into a handstand, balanced to perfection for a few seconds, before she completed the motion and stood tall, breathing deeply as she looked over her fallen foe. As much as she would’ve loved to savor that sight, there was no time - she needed to move.

She broke into a run, dashing to the side of the ring, and bounced off ropes to build more momentum. Her bare feet flew across the mats, gaining more and more speed with each second, bearing down on Madeline while her garments flew behind her, making her appear like a phantom. She waited until the last moment, then leaped up with her legs tucked in and knees pointed downward, soaring through space.

Her target? Madeline’s chest.