"Mystery Match" in Bedroom

[Lico]

Hentai Bedroom Match
Victory Condition: The wrestler who forces the most orgasm from their opponent by the end of the time limit wins.
Time Limit: 45 minutes

Tonight's match was a little different. Instead of an arena, Iris was heading towards a bedroom which going to be the stage for the bout. The details about this match was quite shabby to say the least. Apart from the stipulations and the venue, there was little information about the participants. Not like she could do much about it anyways.

As she approached the door of the room where the fight was supposed to take place, Iris, who's wearing her cyan jacket on top of her white swimsuit, paused for a moment to take a deep breath. The mysterious nature of the match made her feeling a little more nervous than usual, but she'd like to think that there's nothing really concerning beyond the door.

Iris

"Huu... alright... here we go..." she said after letting out a sigh and opened the door.

She found out that the inside of the room was dimly lit, which only adding more the mystery elements of this match. She could see the outline of the room, the bed, the sofa and most other stuffs, but her opponent was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she arrived here first before the other wrestler. The rainbow haired girl decided not to think too much about it and closed the door before she walked further into the room.

"Um... hello...? I'm Iris... and I'm here for the match..." she called to no one in particular, while slowly taking her jacket off and laid it on the nearest table.

[SeptaX1]

Iris's arrival was eagerly anticipated by a particularly enticed individual. The chance to have fun with such an attractive young woman brought a sense of drive to the old raven-haired conductor. Her cheeks held a distinguished rosy red as she fastened the top of her outfit, squishing a bountiful cleavage against the fabrics of the latex black dress. She couldn't help but wonder what she'd be doing to this clueless silver-haired treat for today.

Though officially, she would only be given 45 minutes to go at it, management had given permission to simply fuck to her hearts content, something the higher-ups didn't mind since at the end of the day it brought in more bank. Additionally, Iris had no clue what she'd gotten herself into for the night, kept in the dark about match details. Yet the matriarch wrestler was well aware of her opponent's profile, capabilities, and off course weaknesses. In the conductor's head, there are drafted songs that she wants to use on this promising instrument.

Idling and waiting grew from the faint sounds of a car door shutting, and eventually the creaking of the door as she heard someone walk into the dimly lit room, a voice calling out the exact words she wanted to hear. Out of her opponent's immediate point of view, Frederika suddenly emerged from the on-suite bathroom in front of Iris. A tall black-haired figure approached, discernably volptuous, with what little light there was shining on the latex texture of her match suit. A warm smile adorned her face, sweet and motherly, delighted at Iris's arrival. Candidly approaching, Frida's outstanding height would grow clear as the rainbow-haired woman's face was conveniently at the German's chest level. In a plushy greeting the mother would pull Iris's face into her loving bosom, perhaps foreshadowing a taste of what was to come.

"I have long awaited your arrival my dear Iris! I am Frederika Groß, please treat me well tonight~" Frida hummed as she held the poor lady's head in her cleavage for an extended time before letting go.

Spoiler

[Lico]

Iris noticed someone came out from the bathroom, and for a moment she froze on her spot. The figure who approached her was pretty tall and curvaceous, her form was simply divine, like a goddess. Her warm and gentle expression made the tall beauty less intimidating, and if anything Iris was stunned from awe instead of fear. The closer her would be opponent got to her, the more apparent their height difference became, and Iris gulped from seeing those bountiful breasts closing in towards her face.

"Mmm...!" the rainbow haired girl let out a muffled yelp as she was pulled into an embrace by the woman who introduced herself as Frederika, and she could feel her face getting warm, possibly blushing from what happened. "Nnnngg..." Iris squirmed a little, but not really putting up a fight or anything until she was released by her would be opponent, and the shorter girl looked up at Frederika with a rather flustered and nervous face.

"A-aah... l-likewise... um... go easy on me...? Frederika-san..." she replied bashfully.

[SeptaX1]

Frida giggled as her short little treat muffled cute sounds through her deep bosom. She could feel the adorable fluster and panic in her breath, a blushing cherry caressing her own soft skin. She ended up giving some headpats while stroking down the silver-haired girl's mane. As the German released the other's head they looked at each other, one staring in nervous flush, the other with a deceivingly pure smile. The mother's doting nature leaked into her gentle treatment of this cute girl.

"My my, aren't you the sweetest thing! I can only hope she's not gonna be too rough tonight. For now though, you're in my safe embrace.~" Frida made a rather obvious implication that it wasn't only gonna be herself Iris would be facing.

"Now then, we musn't keep everyone waiting hmm?" She changed subjects and quickly focused towards their intimate night.

Frrida would slightly lean down herself, still pushing up to Iris, but deftly keeping body-to-body contact, planting her own mounds on top of the opponent's sizable pair. Both of her hands would begin exploring, slithering around a beautiful fair-skinned waist, copping a feel of the Italian's soft and plush belly. After taking time to appreciate her Iris's pillowy form, Frida would wrap her fingers onto the back, lightly pinching and rubbing to give a mix of soothing electric sensations. The mother was trying to make her dear feel at ease, relaxed, and open to surprise as she could hear faint footsteps right outside the room's door.

[Lico]

Iris had to say, the pats she received from Frederika was a little calming, almost making her wanted to say in the embrace for a little longer. The woman's motherly presence probably was the reason she wasn't too worried about being smothered by her supposed to be opponent during the greetings. It's kinda hard to imagine that she'd be facing someone as nice as Frederika, but Iris told herself that some people can easily switch their personality once the match started. The last thing she wanted now was to fall into a false sense of security, no matter how nice Frederika seemed to be. Not to mention, something the woman said intrigued her a little.

"Her...? You mean... M-mmh..."

She didn't get to finish her question as Frederika began to run her hands all over her body. Iris couldn't help but to moan a little, and yet she didn't try to stop the tall beauty, even if she's wondering whether the match had actually started or not given that there was no bell and such. For the time being, though, she let the gentle caressing of Frederika's hands easing her a little since it didn't look like the woman had bad intentions. Her expression becoming less nervous and more timid in almost no time, and as such, Iris wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings, let alone noticing the sound of footsteps on the outside of the room.

[SeptaX1]

It would be dishonest to say Frida wasn't feeling any sense of a turn on from cuddling up to her smaller adversary. Her tastes generally lied in the muscled amazons that could make her squeal and squirm. Yet, the ocassional excursion with other delectable women commanding ever so attractive figures was very much a joy of itself. Both women were relatively soft and bulit on curves, the main difference being the sheer size disparity between the two, not that it made any difference to their inherent sensuality. Frida purred as she began rubbing her own body against Iris's, moving in sync with the hands that continued exploring the woman's jungle of curves. An astute perk drew to her nipples, illustrating her growing arousal at the session.

Yet, the soft curvy women would soon be joined by a new guest, one of discernably muscular build. As the first two ladies kissed with their bodies, the door opened quietly behind them, the German could see her partner arriving as she lightly tipped her gaze towards the door to confirm her senses.

It was uncertain if Iris could tell what was going on, but it was reality that another tall woman, blonde, and most strikingly wearing a nun outfit entered the room. Her presence brought a resounding aura of authority in the way she strutted with upright posture towards the two. Yet, the seasonings of excitement and shamelessness were clear on the blonde woman's face, outright licking her lips at the decadent sight. A pair of plump ass cheeks belonging to Iris jiggled in front of the second wrestler's lustful eyes. The entire frame of her designated opponent looked like a ultra-soft edition rubbing post. An implacable imperatrix now squished into the Italian's back, who could feel a warm set of breasts enveloped around her neck, whilst a pack of muscle and teeming rock hard abs blessed her skin.

"Heehee, so this is the rubbing post for today? She's very soft to the touch, perhaps in need of taming.~" The blonde woman giggled in a low teasing tone.

"Don't rough her up too much dear Ianthe, she's a cute one.~" Frida replied.

"Mmmm, can't make any promises love ♥."

Ianthe

[Lico]

With Frederika rubbing herself against her, Iris starting to be pulled further by the woman's act and her hands slowly found courage to feel the tall beauty's divine form. She trailed on Frederika's sides, then back, only to be distracted by the sound of the door opening behind her. Was that supposed to be another participant in this match? Iris wanted to look back, but for some reason she felt somewhat glued to Frederika to do that, particularly, her head against the woman's chest.

While she's still figuring out whether she should check out whoever it was that just arrived, the rainbow haired girl felt a pair of breasts pressing against the back of her neck, which joined by a firm belly on her back. Iris gasped from surprise. She heard the new arrival talking with Frederika - who called her Ianthe, and this time the smaller girl dared herself to turn her head to look at the woman in nun outfit.

As if on cue, the lights in the room began to brighten so that all the participants in this so called match could clearly see each other as well as the room.

"E-eh...? I-I'm... going to face two people...?" Iris blurted out her thought.

[SeptaX1]

Ianthe momentarily bended down to the smaller lady, whispering right into her right ear. "I crave someone that will answer to my thoughts, sentiments, and desires. May you satisfy me in this regard? Heehee~" She responded as her designated plaything initially blurted out in flustered surprise.

The English lady held reservations against this sort of match when it was initially offered. The seeming lack of competition this ordeal would provide, a lack of push to pull, augmented by the fact her would-be opponent was a textbook masochist, it left a rather dull impression. Yet, the prospect of enjoying this still admittedly attractive woman with her good beneficiary friend in Frederika, it may have been too good of an offer to pass up. In the end, it only made sense to cast aside doubts and indulge in a sweet, succulent euphoria.

Taking upon the bodily offering, Ianthe would feast her hands upon Iris's bountiful chest, sliding under the top to gain access to the bare features. Her thumbs would rub circles around the nipples, teasing and tapping at them. The action was immediate and intense, the English lady managed to touch upon Frida's own pressed chest, much to the German's delight. The mother also got down to the good stuff now that her partner-in-crime had arrived. The mature woman's hands serpented down onto the Italian's black-white bottom, rubbing her hand against the clothed tush, before hastily moving to strip the lady's below, assuming Ianthe was doing her work on the top. In sync, the two large women hummed and went to work on their toy for the night.

[Lico]

"W-wuh...? I..." Iris was at loss of words, not knowing how to react in this situation.

Even on their own, either Frederika or Ianthe looked like someone who could easily beat her, and with the lack of rules in this match, it wasn't made clear whether both tall beauties had to take their turn on the rainbow haired girl or free to have a go at her at the same time. On one hand, such thought was quite provoking to a certain side of Iris, but at the same time it's also quite concerning given she wasn't sure how both of her opponents would approach the match.

"Aaahhmm..." Iris moaned instantly the moment Ianthe's hands went to work on her breasts by slipping under her swimsuit for direct contacts. "Hnnn...! N-no... not the n-nipplees...!" she let out a half hearted protest as her hardening bud was teased by the blonde's digits. "Aaahh...!" then she also felt Frederika's hand trailing down to her nether region, rubbing against her covered crotch before stripping her bottom. "H-haauuhh...! H-has the match s-starteed a-alreaaddyy...?" she thought out loud as the two tall beauties wasted no time in working on her arousal while she could only wriggle around helplessly against them.

[SeptaX1]

"A very sensitive one. I take it your enjoying my own indulgences.~" Ianthe cooed as she playfully rubbed the Italian's naughty nubs.

The Brit immersed into the sensual stimulation of her opponent's sultry figure, evident in the heavy breathing through her nose, and getting more rough in what she would do to the poor girl. Her hands now squeezed the silver-haired girl's tits to a throbbing rhythm. Ianthe's body rubbed and moved in its entirety up to Iris's. Hips briskly grinded against the rubbing post's plump posterior in a need to satisfy intrusive infatuations. Her head dropped down, luscious lips latched onto Iris's neck. Light, yet mouthy moans sounded from the goddess as the one doted upon could feel the sensations of Ianthe's hot breath, the vibrations against her fair skin, and the moistness of the lips that smooched it.

Frida saw it as an opportunity to allow her partner to enjoy the meal, while she begun to undress. The pressure against Iris on the German's side diminished as the latter stepped away to unclasp her body suit. Stripping down, the mother now bare nude hastily left the remaining clothes on the floor as her opponent could perhaps peek a gawk at conductor's busty figure, assuming she wasn't too far gone in the lust yet. Ianthe took a moment herself to appreciate the great body of Frida smirking at the blessed sight.

"Heehee, looking as young as ever~" The imperatrix complimented.

"Hmmhmm, you flatter me hun... I suppose it'd be your turn now? Oh and don't forget the ropes~" Frida replied.

"Much obliged~" Ianthe wholeheartedly agreed.

Their lax conversation seemingly illustrated the lack of threat they perceived in Iris, instead complimenting and flirting between themselves.