Spring Time Oil Wrestling (Thalia Kallis vs Madeline Christiansen)

[TheManVan]

Thalia bore down on Madeline, shoving down with her groin and her legs tied tightly around her head to forcibly take the reigns of control out of Madeline's hands and back into hers. Her breathing was still ragged, even with nothing obscuring her mouth or lungs as her hot and twitching groin was still within the ravenous touch of Madeline and those dangerous lips.

But Thalia was willing to take the risk, trying to smother her out with all of her weight compressing down on to her face, feeling Madeline struggling underneath her for once was a ego trip for the bluenette!

"Nnnngh! Try...to talk...now!" she got out between her moans, her juices were still leaking out of her but now it was leaking on top of Madeline's beautiful face. There was a sense of power welling within Thalia as she bore down on Madeline, she may have been on the verge of climaxing but now it felt as if it was on her own terms. Trapping Madeline underneath her, Thalia tried to drain her opponent as much as she could as more and more of her juices leaked out of her.

The sexual duel still left it's mark on Thalia's body, her face having a mixture of emotions going through her features. She definitely wanted to cum, there wasn't much she could do to stop it, just prolonging the inevitable. She did not want to cum once again to the beautiful brunette out of pride, but there was a part of her that wanted to. That wanted to just explode all over Madeline's face, covering it with the maximum value of cum with her inner voice arguing that it would serve as momentum shift in her favor.

Marking Madeline so to speak.

Such a thought was already enticing on it's own, being on the verge of another pleasure filled meltdown was enough to convince Thalia to go through with it, her hips moving swiftly in response and grounding her lower lips up and down Madeline's face!

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uuuuuuuuuuuh!" Thalia moaned, the sweet sensation coursing through her body didn't take Thalia long to convince her body to let loose all over Madeline's face, her hot juices exploding out of her and washing all over her! "Mmmmmmmhaaaaaa!" she hotly exhaled, her body slumping after clenching tightly as she enjoyed the moment of bliss on top of Madeline.

"Ha...ha...there you go...all of my juices...just for you."

[Lightman]

Madeline’s fingers had instinctively curled around Thalia’s trembling thighs the moment she felt the woman drop her full weight, not from fear or struggle, but from sheer reflex. The wet heat of Thalia’s centre smothered her completely, muffling her breath beneath the slick seal of skin and overwhelming scent. Moments earlier, she had controlled herself masterfully, but that control escaped her grasp like water, and now she was trapped beneath her opponent’s desperate Hail Mary. The tightness of the scissors, the absolute pressure of her opponent’s pussy pressed against her face, was unlike anything she had expected from the relative newcomer. Thalia, with an unpolished but undeniable command, seized the reins of momentum, and Madeline, who prided herself on poise, was caught beneath it.

She could feel the twitch in Thalia’s muscles, the subtle quiver in her inner thighs betraying the instability beneath her supposed dominance. Each slick grind of Thalia’s sex across Madeline’s face was a sexual display, a storm of unchecked arousal, every pass smearing more of her essence across Madeline’s chin, lips and nose. The brunette’s nose was buried fully in the molten heat, her breathing stolen entirely save for the rare gasp she could steal from the corners of her mouth. Her lips parted instinctively beneath the pressure, seeking any stolen gasp, but found only more of the bluenette’s soaking heat. Madeline’s soft, muffled cries echoed helplessly into Thalia’s sex— “Mmmf...! Nnnh—! Mmmhh...!”—gasping pleas lost in the flood of flesh and moisture. Her grip on Thalia’s hips tightened, not in defiance, but to ground herself, to stay conscious beneath the overwhelming press. Still, even pinned and smothered, she could feel it: the desperate pulse of Thalia’s clit against her lips, the fevered desperation of a woman racing the edge of climax.

There was desperation in the rhythm now, frantic and soaked. No structure in Thalia’s rhythm now—only need. Thalia’s hips rolled with mounting need, her motions lacking any semblance of control that barely existed from the Greek prior. Madeline’s entire world had become the hot, trembling weight of her opponent’s climax pressing into her face with nowhere to go. The inner folds against her mouth were slick and flushed, throbbing with need, and she could feel every single muscle in Thalia’s thighs clench tighter and tighter with each grind. The brunette’s cheeks burned from the smothering pressure, her vision swimming slightly at the edges from lack of air. Still, she held on, feeling everything. More wet cries pulsed out against the bluenette’s folds— “Mmhf... mmmghhh...! Hhhhn—!”—her voice little more than vibrations pressed between parted lips and hot, soaked skin. Each desperate sound only added to Thalia’s descent, each helpless moan echoing inside her like a lover’s secret given up in the throes of pleasure. Her vision blurred at the edges, both from lack of breath and the sheer intensity of the moment, but through it all, she knew what this was. This was not simply Thalia claiming a moment of pleasure. It was a last-ditch attempt to mark her. To leave a stamp of dominance on Madeline’s poise, to say with her body what she couldn’t achieve with control.

And then it hit.

The tremor. The raw, unfiltered cry. The final grind that seemed to linger far too long, burying Madeline under a flood of heat and wetness that gushed over her cheeks, into her lips, soaking every inch of her skin in Thalia’s release. The cry that tore from the Greek grappler’s throat was unrestrained, primal, her body shuddering atop Madeline’s as the orgasm ripped through her like a wave crashing against a breaking wall. Her lips parted helplessly beneath it, swallowing instinctively, gagging softly from the force of it— “Mmmf—! Hhhfff...! Mmmghhh...”—and still, the release poured over her in thick waves. Madeline could feel every jolt in Thalia’s body, the tension snapping and dissolving into a molten collapse as her thighs slowly lost their grip, her hips sagging down heavily onto Madeline’s flushed face in the aftermath.

The brunette lay beneath it all, her hair damp with oil and sweat, her face smeared with the evidence of the other woman’s release. The hot tremor of Thalia’s voice reached her ears as the bluenette slumped forward, a breathless declaration spoken like a gift. Trapped beneath her, Madeline’s lips parted instinctively, even though she couldn’t speak. Not with Thalia still seated fully atop her, sealing off her air, muffling her entirely in the slick mess of climax. “Mmhmm... mmmmgh...” Her voice came out as little more than a wet hum, the vibrations against Thalia’s overstimulated sex a reminder that she was still present, still conscious, and still waiting.

[TheManVan]

Thalia slumped on top of Madeline, all of her weight bearing down onto her groin and on to Madeline's face with all of her juices spewing out of her lower lips and coating her opponent with her marking juice. Although she had just came to Madeline's beautiful face and technically behind in terms of victory, she had never felt all the more empowered, turning a bad situation into an ego booster with smearing Madeline in a humiliating show of dominance!

"Mmmmmmm...how does that taste? All of my juices in your face?"

She cooed, rubbing her swollen lips on Madeline's face, slowly and methodically as she felt all of her hot cum on Madeline's features with her sensitive lower lips to grind her personal victory over the brunette. This was what Thalia fought for and dove head first in, this insatiable pleasure driven battle and the elation she felt when she exerted herself against another beautiful woman!

Finally beginning to move herself, Thalia rose up on her knees, even with that her legs were feeling wobbly and jelly like even in just her thighs as she got off of Madeline, twisting around to sit on the oily grass to catch her breath. After that massive explosive orgasm, she needed time to catch her breath and a lot of it. At least she would have the magnificent view of Madeline's bare body to gaze upon as she tried to recover!

[Lightman]

Pinned beneath the weight of Thalia’s trembling frame, Madeline had little choice but to endure the hot flood spilling over her features, the rivulets of climax running across her cheeks and lips in messy, humiliating trails. She could taste the sharpness of it, could feel the insistent pressure of those swollen folds grinding into her mouth, marking her like territory claimed. “Mmmfffhh…mmhhggghh…” came her muffled, strangled sounds beneath the relentless grind of Thalia’s lips. A deep flush ran across her skin, not entirely from the suffocating heat but from the knowledge of what Thalia was doing, revelling in her own little conquest. Madeline’s chest rose and fell, each muffled breath fighting for space beneath the woman’s quivering thighs, and yet there was no surrender in her heart. If anything, the insult only stirred the embers beneath her calm exterior.

Her opponent’s words slipped down like honey laced with venom. How does that taste? The question, taunting and thick with triumph, pricked at Madeline’s pride, but she was in no position to answer with anything but muffled cries against the slick heat covering her lips and nose. Her hands flexed faintly against the oil-soaked grass, restrained from acting by the sheer weight pinning her down, but her eyes—those emerald green eyes—burned with the kind of patient fury that foretold consequences yet to come. Thalia may have mistaken this silence for defeat, for submission, but Madeline knew better. She let her rival bask in the illusion, even as her body seethed with the sting of indignation.

When at last Thalia began to peel herself away, rising with shaky knees and dripping thighs, Madeline was left gasping for clean air, the taste of her opponent’s release still stubborn on her lips. She stayed where she was for a moment, sprawled across the grass and glistening beneath the lights, her face streaked in the evidence of her rival’s indulgence. Every inch of her body hummed with the intensity of their clash, but her breathing began to steady, a calm resolve returning where humiliation had briefly reigned. Slowly, deliberately, she shifted onto her side and then pressed her palms into the slick ground, forcing herself up despite the weight that lingered in her limbs.

On her hands and knees now, Madeline took the time to compose herself, strands of damp hair clinging to her face, her chest rising and falling with measured breaths. She was careful not to rush, aware that Thalia’s eyes were on her, drinking in the view of her bare, oiled frame as though it were another small victory. That watchful gaze only made Madeline more deliberate in her movements, her every action slow and precise, like a predator biding its time rather than prey recovering from a blow.

Finally, lifting her head, her lips parted to let out a hoarse but cutting murmur, each word threaded with a quiet venom that belied her calm expression. “It was missing one crucial ingredient. Your screams of surrender.” Her tone was soft, unhurried, the kind of English lilt that carried equal parts composure and menace. Whatever Thalia thought she had gained, Madeline made it clear in that singular line that the reckoning had only just begun.

[TheManVan]

Thalia was feeling herself and it was showing in her posture, rising up to her knees with her hands on her hips and chest proudly displayed as she watched Madeline recover. The sheen on the oil on her skin shined in the sun light as it pumped in and out due to her breathing. She may have 'come out on top' but it was still a intense situation she was caught in, recovering herself as she watched Madeline beginning to stir.

There was another layer of liquid upon her, all of Thalia's own juices coating her features as Thalia couldn't help but feel a little bit proud of herself. Her opponent's demeanor always made it feel as if Madeline had the upper hand over her since the moment they both stepped into this makeshift ring, but now the balance between them had shifted in her eyes! Madeline's movements suggested that she was still struggling to catch her breath as her head hung low, her hair blocking the view of her cum soaked features before the veil parted and revealed the determined lookin Madeline's eyes.

Thalia rose up on her knees, her body still feeling the effects of the thunderous orgasm but seeing such a look in Madeline's eyes stirred something in her. She saw competition, Madeline saw her as an opponent that needed to be defeated.

Such a feeling, Thalia knew she would find new depths to herself at this point in their heated battle, she still couldn't shake the nerves in her skin seeing the fierce gaze of Madeline on her and only her as she made sure to let the Blunette know that this was far from over!

"Ha...Try and make me. I already felt you screaming into my pussy." she shot back at Madeline, feeling invigorated by the thought of an even tougher challenge as she rose on her knees and stood up on them to face Madeline!

[Lightman]

Madeline rose onto her hands and knees with the languid pace of a predator stirring from its repose, the oil-slicked grass beneath her palms sliding slightly with each movement as she steadied herself. Thalia’s proud posture did not go unnoticed; her opponent basked in the illusion of dominance after staining Madeline’s face with her release. Yet behind the curtain of dark locks now swept aside, Madeline’s eyes gleamed with unbroken resolve, their sharpness cutting through the haze of exhaustion that still clung to her body. Each deliberate breath steadied her chest, her frame radiating not defeat, but the cold assurance of someone who had endured, absorbed, and was now prepared to turn the tide.

Her tongue brushed across her lips, savouring the faint tang left behind, before she fixed her gaze squarely upon Thalia. The Sapphire Siren’s taunt drew a faint quirk at the corner of Madeline’s mouth, a shadow of a smile that carried more venom than mirth. “You mistake muffled air for surrender.” The English Rose replied coolly, her voice low and measured despite the rasp of her recent suffocation. “I only screamed because I knew it would please you... nothing more.” Her tone was edged with mockery, a deliberate strike meant to fray the fragile confidence Thalia clung to so desperately.

Even as the Blue Temptation sought to rise higher on her knees, Madeline flowed forward with sudden precision, bridging the space between them with the economy of a seasoned grappler. Her hands shot to Thalia’s hips, the grip ironclad despite the slickness of the oil, dragging her rival’s balance forward. In one smooth shift of weight, Madeline scissored her own legs around Thalia’s while driving her shoulder into the bluenette’s torso, sending them tumbling down to the grass. A deft combination of leverage and positioning that would see Thalia flattened beneath her before she could react.

Madeline’s body pressed down, chest to chest, their breasts slipping against one another as she trapped Thalia’s wrists against the grassy ground, pinning her with authority born not of brute force but of control. Her thighs cinched tightly around Thalia’s hips, denying the pleasure-grappler any chance of wriggling free as Madeline’s weight bore down. Oil made the hold slippery, yet it only highlighted the precision of her control, each minor adjustment tightening the prison Thalia found herself in.

Lowering her head until her lips hovered just above Thalia’s ear, Madeline let her voice pour like honey with the sting of poison. “This little game of yours is finished. You may have marked me, but I’ll leave you with something far deeper... the memory of knowing you could never truly keep me down.” Her words lingered, heavy with both promise and threat, as her grip tightened on Thalia’s wrists and she prepared to press her advantage further.

[TheManVan]

Expecting Madeline to rise up and face her, Thalia widened her stance to sink her weigh and keep herself up right for the coming collision. But to her surprise, Madeline did not rise to meet her, instead she charged at her light swift lightning and struck with the force of thunder as their bodies crashed with Madeline's limbs coiling around her! They tangled together as Thalia's hands grabbed at Madeline's shoulder and wrapped around her while the brunette's limbs wrapped around her, grabbing at her hips and legs wrapping behind hers, taking Thalia's fortified balance and turning it against her!

Quickly she was toppled backwards with her legs being pulled out from underneath her and landed hard on the oily grass with Madeline bearing down on top of her, seizing both of her wrists and pinning them firmly down and trapping Thalia! "Tch...!" Thalia groaned out, trapped underneath the brunette with her breasts being pinned down and flattening into her chest. Her immediate thought was to roll out from underneath, but Madeline had already sunk her legs around her waist preventing her from twisting and using her hips to generate any torque!

"Aaaaaaah...!"

Thalia moaned out as she arched her head back into the grass, Madeline's lips found her ear and started whispering a bold declaration that sent shivers through her body, their bare bodies bore together in their heated mess!

[Lightman]

Madeline’s sudden surge had caught Thalia off guard, her weight driving them both down into the slick grass until the bluenette was trapped firmly beneath her. The brunette’s thighs gripped tightly around Thalia’s waist, her hips sinking low to smother any hope of wriggling free. With both wrists seized and pressed to the ground, Madeline leaned forward, her damp hair tumbling like a curtain around their faces, her breath feathering hotly across Thalia’s cheek. The sound of their breasts flattening together in the slippery mess between them only deepened the intimacy of the struggle, the oil and sweat mixing into a sheen of heat.

“Shhh… do you feel it, darling?” Madeline whispered in her British lilt, her lips brushing the shell of Thalia’s ear. “That’s me deciding when you move…when you breathe…when you come undone.” She shifted subtly, sliding her knee higher up Thalia’s arm until it pinned the bluenette’s bicep flat to the mat of grass. Her grip adjusted with practised precision, isolating Thalia’s wrist against the ground and forcing her arm into an awkward bend. “Let me show you…the price of daring to humiliate me.” Slowly, deliberately, Madeline torqued the hold into the beginnings of an Americana, stretching her opponent’s shoulder with a surge of controlled dominance.

Thalia’s moans deepened into a pained yet heated cry, her head tipping back against the oily earth as Madeline bore down. The brunette’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of calculated focus and primal desire, watching every twitch of Thalia’s body beneath her. She adjusted her weight expertly, hips pressing firmer into the bluenette’s stomach to keep her immobilised while her free hand slipped away from the pinning grip. The power of the position was intoxicating, leaving Thalia straining and arching but utterly caught in the brunette's web’s mastery.

The free hand that Madeline now wielded trailed lower, teasing its way across the sweat-soaked valley between Thalia’s breasts before curling further down her belly. Every caress was a reminder of the control she held, the way she could blend pain and pleasure seamlessly, both exacting and merciful depending on her whim. She let her fingertips pause just above the curve of Thalia’s mound; her hold on the Americana tightening at the same time to punctuate the tease with a sharp jolt of pressure on her opponent’s shoulder.

Madeline leaned closer, her lips brushing along Thalia’s jaw as she spoke in a hushed but commanding tone. “It doesn’t matter how much you buck, how much you moan… you’re not going anywhere, my sweet. You’ll writhe for me, scream for me, and when I decide, you’ll break for me.” Her words sank like velvet barbs, her fingers sunk deeper into Thalia, her dominance made manifest in the entwining of flesh, grip, and whispered temptation. Thalia’s body, pinned and burning beneath her, had no choice but to endure the storm of submission and pleasure woven seamlessly together by the brunette’s hands.

[TheManVan]

Thalia's attempts of escape from underneath the oiled up Madeline prove incredibly difficult as the brunette had solidified her base on top of her, bearing her naked body down on top of her! The extent of control continued to expand as Madeline seized control of Thalia's wrist, the bluenette's eyes widened as she was aware of what kind of hold that was coming as she tried to pull her arm free, but doing so with the beauty on top of her, whispering right in her ear in the sultry voice made focus almost impossible for her to maintain!

"Nnnnnnnnghhhh!"

Thalia groaned out as Madeline brought her knee up and planting it on her arm pinning it to the ground while twisting her captured arm into a bend! The pain was immediate in her elbow and shoulder as Thalia's head arched back into the ground! She was lucky Madeline didn't exert more pressure on her, even the slightest amount would result in amplified pain as Thalia kicked her legs, trying to find leverage in rolling out, but with Madeline seated on her stomach with that hot and wet groin pressed against her stomach, Madeline was locked in to her spot and she wasn't letting go of Thalia!

Trapped. Thalia was trapped in the beautiful web of Madeline as she could feel her opponent's talons sinking deeper into her, traveling down her body, past her breasts and stomach until they found her mound! Another sharp gasp left Thalia's mouth as her body arched upwards, pushing into Madeline once more as more of those toxic words seeped into her head!

"Uuuuughhhh!"

Another moan mixed with pain and pleasure, both sides of the coin rising as Madeline's hand pressed on her lower lips and her hold on her arm twisting her shoulder even more as they laid nakedly in the middle of the grassy fields!

[Lightman]

Beneath her, Madeline felt Thalia’s body squirming and contorting, the bluenette’s skin shiny and slick with oil in the midday sun. The more Madeline’s captive struggled, the more control Madeline gained, her position unwavering and her hips moving with steady confidence as she handled the resistance. Balanced perfectly, the brunette’s weight was against her, legs wrapped tightly around Thalia’s waist, preventing any movement or breath. With a low purr, she spoke, her warm breath gently touching Thalia’s ear. “Fight as much as you like, my dear...your resistance only reveals your vulnerabilities to me.”

The moment Thalia’s arm strained upward, Madeline moved with merciless efficiency. Her grip on the wrist tightened, twisting it sharply to the mat as she brought her knee up in a fluid motion, planting it atop the bluenette’s bicep. The shift in weight forced Thalia’s body flat again, her chest rising in a helpless arch as the brunette’s other hand wove beneath her elbow, trapping the limb in a figure-four bend. The Americana was secured, and Madeline knew precisely how little effort it would take to turn the stretch into a scream. Her breasts grazed Thalia’s as she leaned in, her lips almost touching her ear. “Now you understand the divide between us?” Madeline says as she twists her captured arm just enough to make the pain bloom sharp through her shoulder.

Thalia’s cry vibrated against her chest, and Madeline’s smirk deepened. She felt every tremor that ran through her opponent’s body, the shivers that betrayed pleasure tangled with pain. Beneath her, Thalia’s stomach pressed up against her slick sex, their movements grinding together in an intoxicating rhythm that neither could fully deny. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and lust, the faint hum of the crowd around them fading into irrelevance. Madeline’s control was absolute; every breath Thalia took was one that Madeline permitted, every sound that left her throat was a product of the brunette’s deliberate touch.

Her free hand trailed down Thalia’s body, slow and teasing, fingertips tracing a glistening path over her ribs, down the soft plane of her belly. The moment her fingers found the mound between Thalia’s legs, the bluenette’s body jerked in reflex, another moan tearing free before she could suppress it. Madeline took her time, circling lightly, her rhythm matching the slow twist of the Americana above, building pressure both in the joints and between Thalia’s trembling thighs. “Yesss…” she breathed, her tone soft yet merciless. “Pain and pleasure…they belong to me now, just like you do.” Her thumb slid lower, grazing Thalia’s swollen lips with deliberate care, each movement purposeful and controlled.

Madeline leaned even closer still, her lips brushing against Thalia’s cheek as the hold tightened. The brunette’s words came out in a whisper laced with cruel affection. “I could finish this in a heartbeat. I could break you…or make you come until you forget your own name~.” Her body moved in sync with the trapped woman beneath her, every subtle shift amplifying the sensations rippling between them. Thalia’s muscles quivered, her resistance faltering in rhythm with Madeline’s precision. The oil-slicked grass beneath them glistened as they moved, their breath mingling in ragged unison.

Madeline’s voice dropped to a sultry murmur, her tone almost tender, though her grip betrayed nothing but dominance. “So what will it be, Thalia? Surrender to the pain… or to me~?” In the humid air, the question lingered, her eyes predatory and half-lidded. The brunette’s hips rolled ever so slightly, keeping her opponent’s body and mind teetering on the edge, trapped between agony and ecstasy. The Americana’s pressure held steady, a reminder of who dictated the tempo of this battle and who would decide when it ended.