L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match type: hentai POW
Victory conditions: bring the opponent to orgasm first
Special conditions: the loser becomes the slave of the winner for a while

"Can you put something on?" Victoria asked angrily, although there was clearly something else in her voice.

Lunara didn't say anything, instead she slowly got to her feet and turned to her manager. Her magnificent pale breasts with bright pink nipples were exposed. However, the American woman did not feel any discomfort about this. She didn't want to get her bra and blouse dirty before the time, so she decided not to wear them during the warm-up. A soft smile formed on the blonde's face. She went straight to Victoria, who was doing her best not to look at her ward.

"Does it really embarrass you?" Lunara's voice was like a cat purring. "It seemed to me that nothing can embarrass you."
"I... I..." the Englishwoman tried to say something, but she failed to do it.

The predator unceremoniously sat on her manager's lap and put her hands on her shoulders. A few more millimeters and her breasts would have pressed into Victoria's. The manager turned as red as a tomato, however, she still couldn't get even one word out of herself. It was a real gift for Lunara. Victoria turned her head to the side, trying to pretend that there was no half-naked woman in front of her. Lunara leaned forward slightly and now her breasts really pressed into the breasts of the Englishwoman.

"If you want me, then you just need to say it," she said quietly, "there's nothing wrong with that, because we all have desires, and only a fool tries to fight their desires, so what do you say, Victoria, do you want to have a pleasure that you've never had in your life?"

Oh, the blonde could feel how hot her manager had become. The only question was, did she become hot because of sexual arousal or because she was as embarrassed as possible? Her lower lip trembled. Lunara saw that Victoria wanted to give an answer. And she already knew what that answer would be. But the Englishwoman just couldn't do it. Lunara sighed and then stood up.

"Well, you have time to think about it while I fuck my rival," she said in the same purring voice, as if she was talking about the weather.

Grabbing her bra and blouse, the blonde left the locker room, leaving Victoria in a state of shock. Heading down the long corridor. she buttoned her bra and then put on her blouse. There was no one in the corridor, however, even if it wasn't so, then Lunara wouldn't have any problems with it. Perhaps someone could say that she treated her manager like the last asshole. However, her intentions were pure. And if Victoria really wanted her, then Lunara was ready to give her the opportunity. Well, maybe another time. The blonde entered the waiting room and stopped in front of the curtains. She licked her lips, feeling anticipation.

Entrance Music

Attire

Her smooth and attractive music began. The Jaguarundi came out from behind the curtains. An excited noise began to grow in the hall almost immediately, however, this was only the beginning. The blonde turned her back to the audience and her body began to move smoothly, her arms, legs and torso were synchronously making waves. She began to move her shoulders more actively and along with this her hands slowly began to rise. Grabbing the hem of her skirt, the predator abruptly pulled the fabric up. Just for a moment, so that the audience could see her buttocks. But even that moment was enough that the American woman managed to slap her right buttock.

Lunara looked over her shoulder, playfully smiling at the reaction of the audience. Slowly turning around, she began to walk down the ramp, accompanied by applause. Oh, how she loved that feeling. For many, those thousands of eyes would be something embarrassing, but not for her. She knew what she was here for. And so now she fully enjoyed the fact that all eyes were focused on her.

Climbing to the edge of the ring, the predator grabbed the top rope. When she pushed off from the mat, it looked like she was going to jump over the ropes. But it wasn't like that. She strained her arms and hovered for a few moments over the top rope in a head-down position. Then her body began to gradually bend down. With special grace, first her right foot landed on the mat and only then her left. Lunara confidently headed to the center of the ring.

When her music was coming to an end. The predator slightly bent her knees, placing her left hand on her waist, and then blew a kiss to the audience. Ah, she managed to make a good impression. She winked at the referee and headed to her corner. Well, this day has finally come. She had waited too long for this moment. But now she's here. And even she herself couldn't fully describe what she was feeling right now. But she knew one thing for sure. The predator couldn't wait for her rival to come to her so that they could plunge into the world of pleasure.

The purr of skateboard wheels cruising across cement in the backstage halls of LAW was where they’d find the debuting Marauder. This was a complex she couldn’t get enough of, with all these manny pads, grind spots and jumpable stair-cases to really pop off of. Her only therapy. Tonight was her debut, in what might be omega-bullshit, as she’d say, and an almighty risk that would define her opening statement. So while she cruised back and forth down a well-lit hall, nose-lifting and turning around, Angelina reached into her pocket, pulled out her smartphone, clicked on the camera and pressed record. “Suuup, you little shits, it’s me, A.T, coming from behind the scenes before I make my worldwide debut in LAW! And uhhh… Well, what can I say? It’s not really what am used to, fuckin’ ‘ell, it’s something I have never done. Honestly, am a little freaked, but I’ll get through it, and… Well, maybe it won’t be so bad. If there’s one catchphrase I’d say fits tonight.” Her tongue and she laughed as she get it out, “It’s a fuck or be fucked ring out there. Put that shit on a T-shirt.”

The recording stopped, and she pushed off, turning the corner and running by a bench with a duffel bag. She scooped it up and put the strap over her shoulder, now riding for the gorilla position. They didn’t seem too pleased when she arrived, collectively chastising her for almost missing the cue, but it registered like radio static. She raised her hands after sliding off her luggage, “Ok, alright. Let’s not lose our juice box straws here. Am on now, yeah? So let’s fucking go, then!”

The backstage crew, miffed, went ahead with a nod, and the music struck with powerful guitar. She stowed her skateboard underneath her arm, but before she went through the curtain, she looked over-shoulder and asked, “Hey, anyone got a Walmart board? No? … Err. Alright. Toodles.” She put the lip of her board beneath her toes and hopped off her other foot, clapping the front wheels against the stage, then pushing off with the back foot.

Spoiler

Spoiler

A reserved cheer welcomed the Marauder. She sported a black t-shirt, cut just above the naval and a red denim skirt with a black belt. More garter belts, rooting from the skirt, trailed down her thighs and wrapped around the bare honey-smooth skin. Her black boots were shin-high, lace-ups, and a white skull on toes. One of her hands was gloved, and she pulled it further down after power sliding to a stop, looking at the crowd, the ring. She felt a little warm in her face, and her throat was tight as she adjusted her black choker. “Right-io…”

It’s clear what they want to see, so Angelina’s left hand dipped onto the bottom line of her skirt and began to pull it up. “Fuck that…” She stopped and just flipped the bird to the crowd section that would’ve gotten the closest view. “What doesn’t fuck me makes me, uh, hornier.”

And like that, Angelina turned her skateboard’s nose over the ramp’s edge and pushed down, quickly picking up speed, and the purr of the wheels turned into a quiet roar. She didn’t change direction, no, she was gunning for the ring, and when she came close, her knees bent, and she popped off the ground, letting the board slip beneath the ring while she turned into a barrel and crashed on the apron. Back-first, facing the lights, Angelina clutched the middle rope and pulled herself up, grabbing the top to hoist her body and seat the middle. Her leg rested across, and Angelina, now from pink-faced to slightly red, looked on at Lunara, but wore this dastardly lopsided smirk as she licked her index finger, placed it on her belly and traced it up until she hooked her shirt. It kept going, higher on her side until she exposed a swath of her black bra to her opponent. The finger lifted, and the tease ended there, with Angelina wagging her finger at them, now tossing her legs inside and weaving her body into the ring, occupying the opposite corner.

“I already heard what you gotta say on Twitter, girl, so let me say that what you just saw is all you’re gonna get. See, I have two hands. One for your neck and one to go under your skirt. You just gotta decide which one you like to go where.” She lifted both hands, palm facing inward. One gloved with a window, the other being bare. “Gloved or no glove.”

Lunara's left eyebrow lifted slightly as another piece of music began. The air smelled of 1999. The blonde turned her head to the side in order to look at her rival, who chose such recognizable music for herself. And... at the same moment, she wanted to slap herself in the face. However, the predator had enough coolest to restrain this emotional outburst.

Watching Angelina's entrance, the American woman had a very clear first impression. Another zoomer that watches TikTok. Almost immediately, she remembered their little skirmish on Twitter. Yes, Lunara also had a little sin behind her soul, because she also liked to tease potential rivals with tweets. However, she definitely didn't like it when some upstart like Angelina tried to attack her in the media space before her debut. Well, it remained only to check whether the first impression corresponds to reality.

At some point it might seem that the red-haired girl wants to repeat what Lunara did, lifting the hem of her skirt. But the audience didn't get it in full, which made the Jaguarundi chuckle. Then there was a loud clatter of skateboard wheels. After a few moments, the American girl climbed into the ring. Although she was in no hurry to be in the space of Lunara.

Oh, first she decided to show off what her clothes were hiding. The corners of the blonde's lips lifted slightly. It was very funny. If Sintharia had been around somewhere, she would surely have found something to say about this. Although for Lunara it was just funny. From her point of view, it was nothing more than a childish act, especially considering that Lunara herself did not hide her best charms. However, she winked at her rival in response to this posturing.

And finally Angelina officially arrived in the ring. Now Lunara's eyes could freely run over the red-haired girl. Angelina was younger, shorter and lighter. Although Lunara saw only positive aspects in this, which play into her hands, Besides, there was nothing to deny here, this girl had a very attractive body. The blonde felt her mouth filling with saliva. She was looking forward to further events.

But first, as expected, they had a stage of greetings. And, of course, Angelina started first. Lunara's turquoise eyes flashed in the spotlight after she heard the words of the red-haired girl. It seems she was quite confident in herself. Well. The blonde pushed off from the corner and took a few slow steps forward. There was still a soft smile on her face, and her eyes were fixed on her rival. The Jaguarundi raised her hands and licked her lips. Showing no less confidence in how exactly this match will go.

"You know," Lunara purred, taking off her own white gloves and tossing them aside. "I can only hope that your self-control is as good as your conceit, because I'm going to enjoy every moan from your mouth for as long as possible."

With these words, she beckoned her opponent to her, inviting her to meet in the center of the ring. Oh, the predator felt her internal organs shrink for a moment. She knew what it was. The blonde hated it when someone thought they were better than her. But at the same time it excited her. And now she wanted only one thing. She wanted this brazen bitch to come to the center of the ring so that the referee would start the match. Because after that, the Jaguarundi was going to make Angelina understand who was a real woman in this ring.

Damn right it was 1999.
Both hands readied like handguns, curled into fists, then all fingers flexed. Her lips slightly pursed, and one end lifted as though she failed to contain a smirk. Her posture eased after a deep breath. The way they copied, though, made her huff out a quick laugh, and her fingers dropped, well, except for the almighty middle. Shivers rivered down her nape as they licked their lips, and the hairs could bite themselves as Angelina’s eyes flinched like she was feasted on from afar. Something about this still chained her back. The very quintessence of reluctance fuelled her heart to pump like a howitzer. Her tongue slid betwixt her rows of teeth, stopping at the front and making this toothy smile. Their walk was like a laser pointer inside a feline’s view. The exposed mid-riff and eyes that warmed the Marauder up from afar, she could almost feel the taste of something smooth already, and her mind was growing hungry.

Angelina took one step forward, letting her arms fall. “Wooowzer…” She sighed, scratching under one eye. “You know, people say kinky shit like this online all the time, but I never knew someone had the balls to really say it in person. It’s kinda’ hot hearin’ it out loud.”

Another step. One more, and Angelina joined Lunara at the ring’s heart. She leaned left and tilted her head to better look at Lunara’s hip. It was hard to hide her reddish tint when Angelina straightened and looked up to catch their eyes. “But now I know your intentions. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She bit her lower lip, taking another step and craning her neck further. Less than a ruler’s worth stopped Angelina’s chest from touching into Lunara’s midriff. “Because it just means I’ll have to take ten times more from you.”

Angelina raised a hand up between them, opened, and paused. It shifted to her pointer, which aimed at the referee. “Now ring that fucking bell so I can headbutt her ara-ara-ass.”

Mercy didn’t smile at how they looked at each other. They wouldn’t quarrel under any covers but ready themselves for a war of sex. Angelina didn’t believe in one step back. Even if she stuttered and the chains of Rachel ripped her back, she would not waver. Even if it means being stripped. Even if it means orgasming in front of thousands. Even if it means… “Fucking bring it.” Angelina cursed under her breath. Still. The bell froze her solid. Reality knocked on her door and issued a hard slap of what she just got into. All those beliefs of no turning back, paused, and Angelina felt her heart boom inside her chest, spank against the ropes and sweat already lined her dainty palms.

But like a life-raft, Lunara was there to save her. A warm touch hugged her nape, and her face couldn’t scald hotter as the pair’s lips came together. Her breath hitched as their tongue slid inside, and Angelina became a wooden plank. However, that ice began to melt. The Marauder’s shoulders slouched as she tipped her head up and tilted it. Their wet muscles now danced like slow-dancing lovers, then grappled like wrestlers as Angelina stretched onto her tippy-toes. Her hands glossed onto Lunara’s hips and squeezed as both eyes fluttered shut. And if Lunara was the one to engage, then Angelina would retreat from this battle, easing back onto her feet, if only a few centimetres. Her maw, still open, was gasping like soft and quick purrs. Those eyes opened slightly and seemed a little dazed. They’d never have to leave each other’s mouth either, as a trail of saliva connected their lips as Angelina cooed, “No going back now….” Now she attacked. Right back on her tippy-toes, she went and pushed down on Lunara’s hips to bring them back together for round two. The silk-soft brims wanted to pepper Lunara’s own pair a couple of times and retreat with a small suckle before she dove right in, now pursuing her tongue between their lips, but stopping at the entrance, almost inviting them to an open challenge. Meanwhile, she stepped forward, shuffling one foot along between Lunara’s legs and kissing their thigh with her hips. One hand was thrown up to delve into Lunara’s hair, grab a fistful with curled nails against their scalp, then ease it down so Angelina could rest on her flat feet and revel with the rival she smooched like a lover.

If only getting a date was as simple as signing that dotted line. How did she get here? All these moments started to melt into one conglomerating paste, full of spit, the warm-silk touch of a woman’s skin, and a scent she couldn’t quite pinpoint. She felt squeezed on the inside. Dizzy on the outside. Auto-pilot took over and she replied to the growl with a short chuckle, and continued on, seizing the initiative and putting their thigh into a lover’s vice.

Forget about tomorrow…
The very sentence woke her up. Oh how she wanted that, no, needed it. Thus began round two. Her reply.

A flick here and a posture there. The grips in their hair to ensure neither retreated. Inside they tried to pin the other like wrestlers. Nothing taken that’s not earned. Angelina just wanted the height to push further. But that ginger feeling around her studded choker was worth more than gold. The trickle down, glossing over her shirt and dabbling on Angelina’s hour-glass shape. Her chest kissed their midriff, with her hardening nipples starting to stand inside her loose shirt and rolled her hips onto their thigh, exhaling and emptying her lungs that started to ache. Something warm peppered on her stomach and wrought a tremble that eased her hips back, then forward again. Her hand in Lunara’s hair dropped down to find their choker and hooked it with an index, then traced it around to the front and ferried it towards herself with the small knuckle on Lunara’s throat.

Angelina’s leg hovered off the canvas when touched, and the sensation crawled up her core. The knee pinned against Lunara’s hip as her skirt pushed up, unveiling the crease of The Marauder’s round buttocks. Her heart kicked into a higher ear. This advance could be stopped by her free hand, but it acted without order and vestige on Lunara’s shoulder now. Guess not. So she allowed it, and locked into a board when squeezed. Her voice leaked like a failing dam, with the soft and caramel-sweet sound of a short moan as her skin spilled between Lunara’s finger gaps.

Crap…

A tenth of pain and a fifth of pleasure garnished this sensation’s meal when her tongue was bit. It was stuck, yet cared for by two loving lips, and her rival’s own mouth. She descended into this weak groan as Angelina slowed down any action. Any plan was delayed and her hands froze where they stationed. Her mouth stayed open, now an open-stage for how her opponent danced, and those previously closed eyes started to peek, now empty and dazed, blinking slowly. She cooed another short, quiet but smooth groan as her entire frame felt just one degree warmer, and shared it with her opponent by locking their bodies into one, now looking almost straight up to receive Lunara’s affection

Lunara was the dam to Angelina’s river, contained by the pinch of teeth, set alight a burning hue, and the flick of her tongue’s tip made it all feel like fireworks. She burned brighter when their eyes met; her eyes grew wider, and their hand reeled her in like fish on a hook. The sugar-honey gloss of fingertips over her skin, tailed up over her hour-glass form, over fabric-dressed breasts to dizzy her mind. Her focus then dangled between left and the right shoulder; arms slacked to allow the coiling hoodie-sleeves to drip down and spill onto the canvas behind her feet. There was a sting when they let go, a fuzzy touch like tasting lemon; she stroked her own upper lip and eased a short-quiet chuckle. She was ready to receive the little dumpling smooch, and her lips pursed in kind, leaning back a bit, exposing her vulnerable neck to their encore, dancing across and pulling on the sensitive silk skin. Her head turned up, then tilted; both eyes closed, and her hands set on Lunara’s bare sides to squeeze when they suckled, leaving a pink-red blotch. One leg lifted, the thigh placed over Lunara’s hip, and the knee rose higher than her own waist to match the height. And out cooed a feather-textured moan through drool-glistened lips, quiet and passing as the spring wind. “H-Hahh…”

Angelina’s stomach was slim and smooth like dragging across a polished desk, the right amount of firmness but soft. It rippled shivers into her hips, and she sucked in, dipping her head down to watch, then over-shoulder to see them cup both cheeks. “W-Woah…” Angelina’s feet left the ground; she kicked for a second, then threw them around Lunara’s abdomen just over the waist and locked ankles.

The world zoomed out for her. Everything felt tall, even if it was only a set amount of inches. She’s jumped flights of stairs on her board, and it was a similar feeling. Her hands came and rested on their shoulders, now pushing back so she could see Lunara’s eyes. Angelina had a short laugh, still quiet and a little nervous. “H-Hoo… Okay. Is this the part where I get slammed?”