Aleah Esfandiar - The Sleeping Empress Vs Princess Nadia - Iron Woman Hentai

[LawHell]

Fighters: Princess Nadia vs, Aleah Esfandiar - The Sleeping Empress

Match Type: Iron Woman Hentai

Match Win Condition: The goal is to accumulate points by performing submission moves and knockouts before the 30-minute time limit expires. If the referee identifies any medical concerns, the match will be stopped for the safety of the participants.

Unique Match Rules:
Sleeper holds, knockouts and smother knockouts are worth 50 points each. These contribute to the score but do not count as a win condition.
1 for pinfall/tap out
2 for Knockouts, choke outs and smothers
Every achieved orgasm automatically adds 3 points to the attacker's score.

Ring Type:
The ring itself was a masterpiece of custom design, measuring one-third smaller than a standard wrestling ring to create a more intimate, high-energy battleground. Four sets of soft red ropes enclosed the space, their texture crafted for both aesthetic appeal and added flexibility. The turnbuckles, adorned in deep red and black, further enhanced the burlesque-inspired theme, blending luxury with intensity.

Beneath the ropes, the floor was made of a softer, almost organic material, offering a unique contrast to traditional rings—a surface that encouraged fluid, dynamic movement. Encasing it all was a steel cage, standing as an unyielding barrier between the competitors and the outside world. The cage door would remain securely locked for the full 30-minute duration, ensuring there would be no interruptions and no escape. At the centre of it all, the LAW logo was prominently displayed, reinforcing the undeniable authority governing the match.


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Steam curled around Aleah’s sculpted, golden-toned body as she stood beneath the cascading shower, water streaming down every defined curve. Three beautiful attendants devoted themselves to her care—one massaging fragrant oils into her long, black hair, another scrubbing her skin, and the third pressing soft, reverent kisses along her body in silent adoration. Their touch was more than mere service; it was worship.

As the final rinse of the shower signalled the end of the ritual, the three women knelt before her, heads bowed in deep reverence. Aleah’s warm, knowing smirk lingered as she gazed down at them. “You’ve pleased me, my dears,” she murmured, voice sultry yet commanding. “Your devotion will be rewarded later. For now, fetch my attire, my nail polish, and my perfume. Quickly.”

Though framed as a request, there was no mistaking it as anything but an order. She stepped out of the shower, where a fourth woman stood waiting, holding a plush towel. With practiced grace, Aleah accepted it, striding past her, her naked form a sight that left the attendant trembling. Yet, despite the temptation, she held her composure—no matter how provocative Aleah made herself, discipline remained.

Seated before a grand mirror, Aleah allowed her attendants to work their magic. They meticulously painted her nails, massaged fragrant oils into her skin, and dried and brushed her silken hair to perfection. Only when they had adorned her in her chosen attire did she rise, a picture of effortless dominance and sensual power.

Soon, she arrived at the arena, waiting in the dressing room until her moment came. The instant her theme music blared through the speakers, a confident smirk spread across her lips. She stepped out to a thunderous reaction, basking in the adoration of the crowd. Pausing along the way, she indulged eager fans, posing for selfies and revelling in their excitement before continuing her slow, deliberate saunter to the ring.

Once inside, she kicked off her heels, letting her bare soles meet the ring floor, relishing the feel beneath her feet. The anticipation in the air was thick, but Aleah remained unbothered. She strolled to the ropes, leaning against them with casual arrogance, her arms draped over the top strand, one leg crossed over the other.

Her golden eyes remained fixed on the entrance ramp, waiting for Princess Nadia to appear. A smirk played on her lips—she had all the time in the world. Let the princess take her time. Aleah would be waiting, fully prepared to claim her dominance the moment Nadia dared to step into her ring.