Eirina Makishima vs. Angelina Tarrant - Erotic Showdown

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As if partaking on a succulent meal, Eirina continued eating Angelina out, gobbling down on her rather greedily. She was experienced in this sort of thing, having honed her skill for years now. She had lost count as of how many women she had brought to the edge with her sensual skills, and Angelina here would be another one of her body counts.

"Aahhmmm... mmchh... mmmffhh..."

She paid it no mind when she felt arms wrapping around her thighs, and when she felt her clawing in at them, she hissed. "Nnnhh... you brat..." Eirina growled as she was broken out of her enjoyment. It wasn't that painful, though it somehow ruined her mood that Angelina still showing her defiance despite the state she was currently in.

So, Eirina decided to push her lower body down back, letting her to fully lay down back fully before she grabbed her by her head. "Come here, you little minx. I gotta teach some lesson to you." From there, she would pull Angelina up, planning to drag her towards the nearest corner, looking to prop her up there to teach her some lesson about respect.

[Monsy]

Eirina Makishima was the witch of cunnilingus. Big ol fuckin' wand as a mouth, stirring her insides like a cauldron full witchcraft. It was fuckin' magic on the senses. Her experience was no joke. And just who was she to deny her body that concoction -- said her fluttering gut. Weightlessness, feelings of numbness and building pressure between her legs. Win. We gotta win. Hold it in. This ain't shit. Don't cum. Don't cum. All things she was thinking while nearing her brink. That fire in her chest kicked up her breath into a gallop. Pre-cum and taste would drip. Her toes were curled in. Eyes locked shut. She was about to scream while holding her breath.

Then the witch backed out. Her body rolled out like a paper towel.
Angelina gasped and endured visible shakes. Her orgasm was just one cunt slap from bursting into a puddle. The build to cloud nine was so strong that it hurt. She whined like a puppy. "W-What tom d-dicketry..."

Angelina was pulled by her hair and horns, getting up unwillingly. "OW-OW! What lesson?? W-What's the fuckin' lesson?!" Her legs were stuck together, sizzling hot, aching and sweating, but shuffling forward. Both of Angelina's hands went between her legs and merely held her crotch, stumbling and bumbling like it was her first time walking in years.

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Having pulled Angelina up, Eirina then dragged her towards the nearest corner, planning to prop her up against the turnbuckle, draping her arms over the ropes to ensure that she wouldn't fall down. "Well, a lesson like how to know when to keep quiet, among other things." Eirina told Angelina as she would finish up propping her against the corner.

Eirina had thought about softening her up first before making her cum again. So, after setting Angelina up at the corner, Eirina would move towards the opposite corner, putting a distance between them. Then, she would start running, looking to hit her with a corner splash, using her own body as a battering ram in order to inflict some damage on her opponent.

[Monsy]

Angelina propped up like a good girl. Arms over the ropes, legs slightly spread. A perfect lane to the stirred mess dripping down her thighs. Angelina herself didn’t seem motivated to move. Her head rolled into three cracks. She was fighting muscle aches and a very, VERY high heart rate that had her world spinning like a disc.

Holy sweet hell did she need to act somehow.
Or at least try.
Ideas were muddled in just thinking about her own cravings. Eirina's backside. The strap-on. The crowd's noise. Her own sweat. Losing. Humiliation. The last two were starting to grip her wildly. That sinking feeling of quicksand, slow but pending.

She filled her lungs, then released it smoothly. And at the end of that exhale, Eirina was coming in hot. Angelina used her hooked arms to hold, then brought her knees into her chest, pointed her feet and thrust them directly at Eirina’s belly!

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Having set Angelina up at the corner, Eirina then went to the opposite corner before charging towards her, looking to hit her with a corner splash. She thought that Angelina was in no shape to fight back, but before she could reach the redhead, she saw her bringing up both her feet, but it was too late. The Frau Doktor couldn't pivot herself in time, and as a result, she ended up taking both of those feet right in her belly.

"NGGUHHHH!!!"

Eirina was left breathless. She was unable to maintain her footing and fell down to the mat, clutching her stomach. She wheezed, a look of disbelief etched on her face. The momentum that she had built up earlier was gone, and now she was completely vulnerable before her opponent as she was laid out on the mat, wheezing in pain and trying to soothe the pain away.

[Monsy]

Kabloomy-Bloom. Meteor rebounded. That shit jarred into her knees like a poke from a metal rod. If they were just ten pounds heavier, then her legs might’ve… Oh, well. She had it. Girl was down on the ground. Hot as hell. Angelina took her time watching it, re-situating her feet, working her sweaty hands off the ropes to stand on her own, then huffing to re-control her breath.

“What happened to that lesson, Doktah? I -love- to learn.”

Angelina stepped from the corner, scheming with a hand on her chin and a curled index beneath her bottom lip. The clear mission at hand: make them buckle and squeal til the bell gives them mercy. She just needed them nice, loose, dizzy and spent. And there were two ways in her head. Both involved Angelina coming forward, which she did, reaching down and picking up Eirina’s ankles, turning her onto her back. She raised them high, spreading Eirina’s naked legs and licking her lips. A boot raised, ready to stomp that cunt’s cunt.

Then, the referee chimed in, touting at her.. No low blows.
STANDARD rules. right. Angelina grouched, “It's her SEX, I should be able to hit that!”

But she acquiesced -- with the world’s biggest eye roll and mean mug at the referee. Instead, she would take one foot, raise it off the canvas, then start a flurry of stomps on Eirina's chest and tummy!

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Eirina struggled to breathe while she was on the mat. She tried to make sense of what just happened. A moment ago, she was holding a clear upper hand over Angelina, but now, thanks to the redhead suddenly bringing her foot up, Eirina ended up running belly-first into that foot, and now she was on the mat, barely able to breathe.

"Ghaaaa... haaaah..."

And then, Angelina approached her, and when she grabbed her by her ankles, Eirina's eyes widened, knowing the cruel fate that she might have to go through afterwards. Thankfully, the referee intervened, reminding Angelina of the rules. Of course, that wasn't enough to entirely save her from what happened afterwards as Angelina then proceeded to land a flurry of stomps right on her chest and belly!

"AAGHHH! AAHHHHH AGGHHH! NNGYAAHHH!! S-STOOOP!!!"

[Monsy]

Stomp-Stompy-Stomper-Stompus.

All hail the mighty leathah boot, turning bellies and tits into grapes. Man, that was tasty, spiced up by their sounds and all that promise from before -- splatting in their face. The begging and pleading seemed so unlike them. Winning almost took a different meaning with the idea that JUST popped in her head. So she acquiesced.

“Oooookay, if that's what ya want.”

Angelina leaned back and began tugging them towards the ropes, then stopped there. “Crunch that hurtin' tummy for me.” Because Angelina now was stepping around by their head, still holding their ankles, thus their legs in the air. Her grip slipped down to the back of Eirina’s knees as Angelina herself lowered, sitting just over Eirina’s head and folding them like a pinfall. Both feet pressed on Eirina’s shoulders, wedging them beneath the bottom rope. Once the thighs were caught underneath, Angelina switched her feet for her hands, shoving them further til the rope was sitting on the back of their knees.

Now.
They would be stuck folded over, and the Frau Dokter’s pussy faced a ravenous, hungry and reactive crowd that popped for such a sight! Angelina would be sprawled on the canvas above Eirina’s head after pushing, tummy-flat, propped on her elbows, long hair all down her back and her head positioned over Eirina’s, upside-down. She talked bluntly, grabbing their cheeks with both hands, smug as the devil. “Do ya have ANY idea what I am about to do to ya?”

If the referee, crowd or Eirina needed a hint -- look no further than her glance towards the strap-on, just laying there, begging to be used.

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Eirina took many of those stomps, crying out in pain as she was struck until Angelina decided to stop. The Frau Doktor wheezed, her abs dotted with bruises thanks to those stomps. But it was clear that Angelina didn't stop her stomping out of the goodness of her heart as she then started to set her into a position where her naked crotch was in full view. Too hurt to even stop the redhead, Eirina could only mewl out in weak protest, knowing that she didn't have enough strength to even resist.

"Aauuuhhhh... n-nhnnhh... w-what are you..."

Once Angelina was done, Eirina found herself folded over, and her pussy was in full view of the audience, causing her to sputter out in shame. She was already naked at this point, but being put into this position was beyond humiliating. And then, she saw Angelina's face, looking down at her, and all she could do was to throw a glare at the redhead. "Nnnghhh... j-just you wait... I-I'm gonna make you... uuuhhnn..." Seeing where Angelina was glancing at, Eirina realized how precarious her position at the moment, and she could only shake her head in desperation.

"N-no, y-you can't-! Y-you won't! Nnghhhhh!!"

Angelina's intention was already made clear. The strap-on would be used soon, and while Eirina intended to use it on Angelina, now it would be used on her instead!

[Monsy]

Angelina's ears were kissed by their voice. Everything they did, said and struggled was fuckin' orgasmic, like dirty talk on the raunchiest, most degrading level that got the pirate off. The bite and spite of being placed into a perfect package. Under the ropes, pussy to the crowd that cheered such a jewel. They knew what was coming on some level. But the strap-on was a whole other level to them, and they responded with an excited rumble that twisted the pirate's wrist, just this once.

Like she needed it.

After they finished their last bit of denial, Angelina traced their nose bridge with a finger. "Keep denying it, Eirina. It makes me want to ruin your insides. So...So bad."

Her laugh was quiet and devilish as she slinked away into a smooth crawl that picked up the strap on and went towards the ropes. Its entire harness was balled into her palm, so the main, fleshy base was in her hands. One of the realistic ones, with a reddish tip and long six and a half inch base, and a firm but slightly squishy texture in her hands. She straddled Eirina's boobs to face the ropes, likely smothering her post-orgasm mess onto their chest. With two hands and the full support from eager crowds, she leaned, reached between the ropes and pushed the entire dick into Eirina's sex.

Then, from there, she started to pump it with her wrists. Once she found her angle -- they became faster, harder, but always on rhythm. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Soon, pumps were no longer the accurate term for her method. They were slowly becoming vengeful, hateful thrusts to pay them back for all their aggressive fingerfucking. How she made her cum from an atomic drop. Ate her out, edged her silly, then ruined her release for a beating. All of it. This was her reward.