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

[Lightman]

The Briton did nothing to hide her lust and had no qualms about making her ecstasy known to the Water Serpent. Uninhibited, unshackled, free to express how good this felt. And oh, did it feel good. She moaned, she squirmed, she thrashed, and soon enough, she came. Madeline welcomed it with a long sigh, gushing out and splattering all over the foot and the floor as her body quivered.

Now Asp finally has that orgasm. And no doubt she would relish in such pleasures as she let Madeline enjoy the moment, letting the lightning run its course. All that’s left is the deep breaths, the twitchiness and the afterglow, a release that is welcomely divine in its warmness. If only she could find a room for the two of them. If that happened, these two could create fireworks.

But as it pertains to now, both were still in the ring and the bell hadn’t rung to declare the winner. Neither had Madeline uttered her surrender to that creative submission hold. That fact can be celebrated, but it also gave rise to another set of problems. Chief being among them Asp is not finished with her yet.

Shown by how Madeline would be left hanging on the ropes, marooned on an island of pleasure with the crashing waves still hitting against the rocky shores. “Use three digits, and then we’ll talk.” Madeline couldn’t leave well enough alone, but Asp would soon bring proof of her accomplishments, letting the same foot that had sent her to nirvana just now press into her mouth. With her honey still coating those digits. Madeline teasing let one a bit further in those lips, her tongue just poking out to savor the sweetness. The taste wasn’t bad. It is her juices, after all.

However, Asp wasn’t done yet, as with the same leg she would whip her leg one way, slapping Madeline’s cheek, leaving a small red mark. The exotic dancer’s leg would swing back like a whip, unnatural in its snake-like movements as she struck the other cheek. The English Rose’s head snapped violently from one way to the other, letting out a yelp each time. All before a sole crashed directly at her face, striking down hard like a hammer to a nail. To think her juices that were on Asp’s foot seeping into her pores was the only thing Madeline had to worry about.

[BlackAkuma]

If Asp were a strategic person, this would no doubt be the moment where she made her move. After all, she had just managed to get an orgasm on Madeline, paving the way towards her victory. Her path from here was a simple one - she just had to pin, submit, or knock out her opponent, three things that wouldn’t be too hard to do given the state of the Briton. Even a relative wrestling neophyte such as her had no shortage of moves that could make quick work of Madeline in this state, still weary from the orgasm, struggling to gather senses, so vulnerable, so pliable.

That was the smart thing to do, the prudent thing, the mundane thing, the boring thing. Asp would much rather be an exciting loser than a dull winner, any day. Besides, she was perfectly confident in her ability to win and look good, and her current situation proved that. Her kicks lashed out, snapping faster than her namesake, striking with punishing precision and fearsome force.

Her blows left Madeline reeling, leaving her limp in the corner and the juices ran down her face. It made for a wonderful picture, but there was always room for improvement - true art was never finished. She brought her foot up again, dabbing it against Madeline’s pussy, a painter with her brush. She raised it high, ran it against her foe’s face. A little dab, here. A little dab there.

And then she went into action, striking at will with a variety of kicks, showcasing the full gamut of talents. A few snaps kicks to the stomach, a roundhouse across the cheek, a push kick against the chest, an axe kick to the skull. Each blow hit harder than the last, each landed with expert precision and pointed force, coming out with kicks faster than many could throw punches. Her movements struck a balance between combat and dancing, elegant and dangerous, beautiful and brutal.

Even she could only keep this up for so long, however, before fatigue got the better of her and she stepped back, allowing Madeline to fall out of the corner and collapse before her. Satisfied, she placed her hands on her knees and leaned forward with a knowing smile. ”Satisfied yet?”

[Lightman]

It wasn’t long before the match when Madeline was first introduced to Asp’s strikes. Swift, tricky to counter on the best of days, surprisingly strong for her size and they always struck true, leaving quite the sting in the aftermath. Though Madeline could feel it, even till now it lingers on her skin, she held the belief that she can push through well enough. That was when Madeline was firmly in the driver’s seat.

As the Jewel of the Nile took complete control, and liberties, over her opponent, Madeline could do nothing but act as a human sandbag. The Briton has seen all kinds of people in her career, especially some who had got a raw, primal charge out of being on the receiving end of things. It’s not a new thing, though it was somewhat alien to the brunette. Even she has been the one to criticise those like that. There’s nothing that’s the biggest turn off someone with no aspirations of winning.

However, just like sex, taking punishment held some appeal too, as she’s rapidly discovering. Perhaps it could have been after the orgasm she just had. Or it could have been the right person to make it work. As Madeline’s body trembled upon a light, dabbing touch on her pussy and then her face, this might have been the case.

With Asp, she’s been making sure Madeline had her fill and then some. Kick after kick slammed into the Briton, battering her about, smacking her left and right. What was more fascinating was that the kicks grew in power, as if the redhead became unfettered to unleash the full intensity with all her might and vigour. Madeline would’ve fallen forward, but every time her body began to falter, another kick by the scarlet serpent would crash into her body and push her upright, continuing the damage further. A genuine artist, indeed. Being able to paint the finest picture with her movements and conduct the greatest symphonies from Madeline’s cries and moans, as Asp continued to manipulate her with proficiency.

It was brutal; it was ruthless; it was merciless, and it was also one of the hottest things she had ever seen. At least, from a certain vantage point. Unquestionably peak cinema. It’s a wonder that Madeline hadn’t blacked out from it all. Anybody else and they would have been out like a light after the second strike. But just as Asp couldn’t keep this up forever, Madeline couldn’t keep upright and would collapse in a dishevelled heap. Landing square on the canvas face first, her heels left dangling over her head, chestnut locks draped and looking not as perfect as when she first stepped into the ring. “Mmmnghh…” A groan is about as much of an answer as she could give to Asp at this moment.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp wasn’t a sadist, and she didn’t take joy from hurting people, especially people she liked. LAW was rife with women - and a select few men - like that, individuals who took sick pleasure from inflicting harm on others, who went above and beyond to leave their foes battered and bruised. That was Naga’s style - crushing her, feeding off her cries of anguish. She still remembered the way the woman quivered every time she would beg for release as if she only needed to hear the words to fuel her desire. It was abhorrent, the thought alone was enough to turn her stomach, and she vowed never to bring that spirit into her matches.

No, the energy that she brought to Madeline was strictly professional, as she gave her opponent the same sort of offense that she would’ve expected in return. The Briton had already proven herself, time and again, just to be an alluring figure, but a savvy ring general, and she couldn't afford to give such an opponent any leeway. No holding back, no withdrawing. She was only giving Madeline all of the respect she was due.

Granted, rubbing her juices in the woman’s face wasn’t strictly necessary. That, she did more for amusement than anything.

After the onslaught, there was only one way for Madeline to go: down. She flopped to the floor, disheveled and destroyed, while the crowd gave her a polite round of applause. Asp couldn't help but bask in it for a moment, but she quickly turned her attention back to where it mattered, centering on her opponent and moving in to finish what she started.

She dropped down and straddled Madeline’s legs, taking a moment to get comfy, as if she were there for the long haul. She brought her hands to the woman’s lower garment and began to peel it back, revealing it to the fresh air, inch by inch, trying to build up anticipation. ”Are we impressed yet?” She licked her lips as she looked over Madeline’s delectable body, ripe for the plucking. ”Because I’m not quite finished, here.”

[Lightman]

In terms of how her career has been, Madeline had a relatively good pool of opponents she had faced thus far. While some were rather questionable in terms of tactics and overall skill, there weren’t any outright unpleasant experiences to choose from. Weird to say that the time someone snuck aphrodisiac oil and a vibrator into a match would be the one thing Madeline had a problem with.

Some would chalk it to luck. Madeline has heard of those who might as well be psychopaths who should be in an asylum. The brunette can, and has, criticised the hiring of talent in LAW in terms of the competency and ability a wrestler brings. But she hoped not to meet someone who would take things too far in terms of competition. Where things get dangerous. Madeline has her aspirations of becoming a champion, after all.

Until then, there’s a lot of hard competition to go through and Asp certainly showed up in that regard. Both have had chances to win by now. Though in Maddie’s case, it was just her opponent catching her by surprise. With Asp, one could say it’s a matter of putting on a show, Madeline would hazard a guess that she’s making sure she’s worn down. Painful as that kick barrage was, it wasn’t as if she didn’t take it to that level. Most of the actions that took place are what Madeline would have done if she had the chance.

Although rubbing Madeline’s juices in her face is a diabolical move.

She felt the Water Snake sit on her legs, anchoring down before her garments and pantyhose were peeled back, exposing her nether regions to the natural air. The Briton has an idea where this is going, confirmed by Asp proclaiming that she’s not quite done just yet. Which received a response involving a flick back of Madeline’s dark mane, blowing the strands of hair stuck to her face with a huff of air as she looked slightly back at the Water Snake. “Concerned that they’re not getting their money’s worth? Or are you in an experimenting mood?”

[BlackAkuma]

Yes, rubbing the juices in Madeline’s face was one of the eviler things that Asp had done in her time with LAW, but she wasn’t about to make any apologies for it. It had all been in good fun, after all - given the nature of this match, a little contact with bodily fluids was unavoidable, one way or another. Besides, there was a playful way between them, she would even go so far as to call it a kinship, and Asp wouldn’t do anything to her opponent that she would complain of being done to herself.

It was all fair, in this war of bodies, as she mounted Madeline’s body and peeled away her clothes, she looked to take her prize. The Briton’s words were enough to bring a light chuckle and lazy smile from her lips, as she continued to free that lovely flesh from its criminal confines.

”I don’t see the two as mutually exclusive.” She leaned down and licked at Madeline’s chin, cleaning up some of the mess she’d made. ”But I did have some ideas. You were saying something about three fingers, as I recall…”

And that was the only prelude Asp would give before she brought her fingers - exactly three - to Madeline’s pussy and began to work her over once again, stimulating her with slow, subtle strokes. She was already on a high from the last orgasm, so it was a simple mattered of pulling her back up before she could come all the way down, building on the progress she’d already made. She began to plunge deeper and move fast, using the same sort of rhythm that had worked wonders on her.

At the same time, Asp wound’t ignore her own desires. While she went to work below, she reaped the benefits of her positions and brought their lips together, taking Madeline with a kiss. A light one at first, just a taste, before she dipped down and went deeper. She took a breath of fresh air, then plunged harder than before, going longer each time, as raw hunger took the place of caution, wanting to be inside as much of this woman as she could manage at any given moment.

[Lightman]

“Of course you do.” Madeline’s eyes playfully rolled as Asp licked upon the cum-flavoured chin, taking the breadcrumbs from her hard work. It's a shame her foot got most of the lion’s share, otherwise she might find the taste divine. Then again, Madeline doubted Asp was that desperate to go as far as licking it off the floor like a dog.

The thought of it brought a chuckle from the Briton. While both have been operating in a manner that’s still in respectable lines, forcing such an act on Asp would have been among one of the evilest things she has done in LAW. A hot sight, but an evil one nonetheless. Might be something to keep for later while the memory of the redhead rubbing her juices on her is still fresh in her mind.

Though first she’d have to turn the tables, and that looked a lot less likely as time passed. While one could criticise the Water Snake for not finishing this match earlier, she was keeping Madeline in a state where she couldn’t fight back. Especially after an orgasm and that beating in the corner, anything else could aid Asp in solidifying her victory as well as having fun with the English Rose. Madeline would be lying if she said she wanted this to end. Asp was that good, that alluring, that tantalising to not have more.

And more Madeline would have as she felt those three fingers plunge deep inside, eliciting a deep moan from the brunette. “Ohhhhhhhh, you~-” The irony wasn’t lost on Madeline as her head tilted back, her mouth agape while those fingers worked in the same rhythm she used earlier. Using her tricks against her. Clever girl.

Before Madeline could continue before being interrupted by her body being temporarily paralysed by the divine touch, Asp leaned in to indulge in her cravings. The Briton’s lips were quite sore in a few parts, partly due to those kicks, so a kiss was a welcome feeling. A light one at first. Then it became deeper, passionate, and intense, looking to take her breath away, figuratively and literally. Against her better judgement, Madeline pushed a bit more into the kiss, receiving Asp greatly. Even though the press generated a radiating pain and soreness, she wanted more of the redhead. Her chest leans in, yearning to meet with Asp’s own rather than her face, aching for the same closeness that they once had. Though this time the pleasure is all mutual.

[BlackAkuma]

Asp had never liked the term ‘sexfighting’ when it came to what she did in the ring, even if she could concede that it wasn’t inaccurate. She fought, she had sex, and this style of play intertwined the two, simple as that. It didn’t have to be some grand design or a complicated matter.

At the same time, the name lacked a certain panache, woefully deficient in style and substance. What she did - what she was doing now - was so much more than the sum of its parts. There was an artistry to the way she moved across Madeline’s body, a charisma that came with every touch. As aggressive as she could be, as much as she wanted to win this match, it was so easy to forget about that and just lay down on top of her, make love to her until either their bodies gave out or they cut the lights…

She almost laughed when Madeline had her little unfinished protest, likely catching on to what Asp was trying to accomplish. She wasn’t being too subtle about it, with her three fingers mining deep into her foe’s fertile place, mercilessly plunging in to give her opponent the same kind of treatment she was giving. Judging by the appearance, it was more than worthwhile, as her opponent danced about under her control, easily manipulated like a puppet on a string.

”I’m sorry, were you saying something?” She broke away from her kiss, ran her tongue along Madeline’s face, and then dove in for another kiss. She didn’t fail to notice that her chest was pulling up, drawing to her own like a magnet, and she was more than happy to meet that request. She leaned in and let their breasts mingle, pressing back against her opponent’s amazing pair, letting them mold against each other, slide together, and push away.

It was a tremendous mass of flesh, undulating and heavy, their moans and cries mixing for a sensual cacophony. Asp kept up with her fingers the whole way, using them to spur Madeline along. Not much longer now - she began to pick up the pace, faster and harder, as she tried to bring the Briton back to the edge of ecstasy and toss her off one more time.

[Lightman]

With her aspirations to reach the status of a champion, the discussion between the terms “hentai” and “sexfighting” would eventually pop up now and then, bringing a clash of ideals along with it. While there is a sense of simplicity, straightforwardness, and efficiency in the term, even Madeline could admit that there’s a sense of crudeness to it, like a lot of pornographic words. And while it is true to what it is, there’s no doubt about the marketability and popularity of the current term that is used and preferred today.

Besides, what these two ladies are doing is beyond the trib battles, the catfights, the apartment battles, or even the unique titfights. It’s something much more than that. And while Madeline enjoys the odd oil match now and then, this kind of thing brought the thrills, stimulation and pleasure you couldn’t get anywhere else.

However, it could also be because of how amazing Asp has been. Able to balance the line well between heavenly and devilish, without leaning too much on one side. And she knew her way around giving pleasure. Much as many could criticise about not sealing the win earlier, it would mean missing this. And that would be a crying shame.
If she was being cheeky and prideful, she wouldn’t admit how good those fingers were. It may not be Madeline’s, but they were close. Damn close.

Then again, both the brunette and the redhead have had a lot of time with each other, knowing what makes them tick, and which movements would bring the right pitch of moan. Asp, while being in control, still reciprocated the hunger for body contact, like magnets attracted to each other. The climb up Mount Pleasure wouldn’t have been a long one, considering Madeline hadn’t fully returned to the floor, which meant the journey up would take a shorter amount of time. Not so much of a hike up, but like taking the train to bring a fast track to the greatest heights, Madeline could feel it coming at breakneck speeds before she would fly off the edge.

A fine offering for the Water Snake, gushing out like a geyser, splashing and drenching Asp’s hand like a waterfall. Madeline moaned into the kiss. The soreness became evanescent, briefly vanishing away from the powerful waves of pleasure as her body trembled underneath the redhead.

[BlackAkuma]

From a tactical standpoint, Asp could see why this might seem like folly. After all, she only needed to get one orgasm from Madeline, and anything else could be argued as excessive. Shouldn’t she have been focusing her efforts on getting a pinfall, or even better, putting her into any of the submission holds that formed the backbone of her offense? Not a poor point, she would concede as much, and against a regular opponent - if there was even such a thing- she would’ve opted for that route.

But if there was one thing she could say about Madeline, even in their short time together, it was that the woman was anything but average. There was a flair to her, a theatricality that made Asp want to go that extra mile. Why kick once when she could do so a dozen times? Why take only one orgasm when she could take two? She needed to make this memorable experience even more so, leave it as an unforgettable memory that would stick with them, no matter where they went or who they faced next.

But all things had to come to an end. This would be no different.

As sure as the sun rose and set, Madeline popped under the pressure of pleasure, spurting out along Asp’s fingers and once again leaving her loins drenched. The Water Serpent dove in to take her with a kiss, letting those moans vibrate into her own throat, devouring her lust and savoring the taste. For a steamy, sizzling moment, the two of them stayed intertwined, as she rode out every twitch and spasm, loving the way their skin slapped together. It was as if they were built to complement each other, a perfect fit.

She let the moment linger, before pushing her way up, sliding back, and dragging Madeline by the ankle towards the center of the ring. She had an idea of how she wanted this match to end, but she needed the woman in the proper place for it. Just a short trip, some more effort, and they would be through.

Once they were at the center, she reached over and pulled Madeline up to her knees, letting her face rest in between her breasts as she stood over the Briton. ”We are almost there, my love.” She gave the woman a soft, loving kiss on the forehead. ”Thank you. So much.”

With that, Asp abruptly stepped back, brought her leg up, and proceeded to bring her heel crashing down on her opponent’s head, looking to hit her with her finishing move - the Crescent Kick.