Technical Titan Clash - Takao Okimoto VS Asura

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Hentai and Submission Match

Bikini attire.

First to cum, lose consciousness, or submit loses.

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It wasn't often Takao dressed to seduce but the audience couldn't help but notice how her blue bikini top strained against her generous chest. The actual cup was considerably smaller than in her match against Moira and the stretchy fabric struggled and shook as she leaned against the corner of the ring. It seemed as if she stretched back too much it might snap but she seemed to care little for how the painfully tested fabric would fare. It seemed too skimpy for a woman who otherwise seemed seriousness but after seeing her opponent, she'd requested that LAW suggest a match where both of their tops wouldn't stay on for long.

She doubted her bottoms would either. This Asura woman was truly something... and she wanted to feel her unhindered with a touch unhindered by the meagre dignity of clothing.

When Asura entered the ring, she'd move near her but not past the centre, leading with her enormous breasts yet walking with a strict, orderly gait. She'd watch her eyes closely; she wanted to know if the woman lived up to the body and how'd it would feel in a preliminary docking.

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Fully intending to make her debut in LAW with a bang, said noise would resound from the arena speakers as the lights around the ring flickered to life, with a figure emerging on the ramp with music that somewhat personified her. If Takao was expecting an easy encounter simply because of unfamiliarity within LAW from the woman she'd soon be bouncing fronts again, she'd be in for a saddening surprise.

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Her figure demanding attention, even more so than the extremely sizeable Takao already in-ring and gaining the ooglings of those nearby, the figure known as Asura descended upon the ramp with powerful stride aplenty. Hands up high, seemingly stretching her bikini-clad figure out as firmly as she could, whilst knowingly giving those around her a view and then some, the giant would step upon the ring apron with resounding ease. Raising her right leg up and over, the great height and scale of Asura brought the figure into the ring via stepping over the ropes; her momentum from that entrance carrying herself forward somewhat quickly, before she keep to a standstill. But an inch away from her foe.

"Mmm..." Is the only noise she would make, as she raised her hand, beckoning Takao to come to her before the match had even begun!

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The two inches that separated the wrestlers didn't seem like much on paper but this close the slightest gap in their height seemed almost like a sign of Asura's superiority over Takao. To many in the crowd, it seemed the shorter haired woman had encountered a superior opponent. Yet there wasn't a sliver of doubt or envy on Takao's features. It was here that perhaps their differences were even more pronounced than the curves of Takao against the smoothly cut muscle of Asura. Takao was an older woman and her expression didn't have the same brightness and sass yet she was cunning and analytical.

She walked over calmly, one arm resting on her hip. She had no need to sway or flirt; her enormous breasts jiggled naturally and she knew Asura could see how easily they could defeat their meagre coverings. She stopped as her breasts nudged against Asura's and she leaned her head back just slightly to look her in the eyes. She was self-confident, the confidence of one who knew countless victories, but she looked at Asura less as a younger wrestler to be tamed and more of a seasoned opponent.

"I'm pleased. My last opponent was less of a wrestler and more of a dumpling." She commented, casually sliding her breasts up Asura's. It was not a thoughtless rub; her breasts mashed the top of their slightly floppy length against where gravity caused most of the young woman's perky breasts to congeal. A more arrogant woman would've attempted to tease her with her nipples, fencing her opponent's or digging into her flesh, but Takao wanted not to get an early lead but compare just how dense and thick their tits were.

It was a gesture that was meant to imply her power yet with an air of respect.

"I don't suppose that body is just for show..." Takao yawned as she stretched her shoulders back. Her body was far from fat or saggy yet there was a thin layer of softness over it. And through that thinness, Asura would see subtle muscles, like the smooth stones under a river's flow, revealing themselves. Her hands would also near Asura's shoulders. "How about we have a formal comparison?"

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Where as Takao walked over as if she had something to prove, Asura's own mighty arms would lay lazily to her side, her figure if anything swaying with that smile to her face, only straightening up as Takao closed the distance. She was by no means considering the figure before her to be of a sort she could be lazy or go easy against, but she was certainly focusing more on the fun she would have in victory over the possibility of defeat now.

Breasts tickling her own, Asura held firm, un-moving as Takao tested out her great bosom, with her eyes briefly falling to the mushrooming flesh. When those hands moved to her shoulders, words at first falling on deaf ears, Asura straightened out a shade further; pressing her breasts only lightly back against Takao's own, but with her set completely straightened out.

"Do go on..." She'd grin, keeping the conversation short but sweet as she too brought her hands up, opting to roll with the punches as it were, in an effort to dominantly show this girl who was in control here. Flexing prematurely, those abs forming underneath that dense stomach, with Asura's muscular figure making an appearance from within those immense curves, the girl couldn't conceive her body even straining against Takao's in a direct competition, let alone losing.

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Takao paused a moment, letting Asura's perk meet her plush as her enormous breasts closed around the sides and front of her opponent's. She could feel a hint of her nipple through the thin fabric of her top but didn't push further; there was no need to escalate yet.

"If you so please." Takao said, her voice cordial and calm. Her right hand would rest on Asura's left shoulder, her left hand going under the longer haired woman's right armpit. She would offer her own with which Asura could do the same; an "equal" bearhug.

Takao was impressed; she was not one to boast but this woman was at least on her level. There was only so much you could discern purely from sight and if Asura let her, she'd follow up with touch. Having satisfied her more voluptuously focused side, Takao would lean her shoulders back and press forth with her tummy.

Immediately, Asura's abs would feel the first few layers of flesh. It wasn't quite fat, far from being saggy, but it did resist and would force her to push a little bit harder. Yet if she did that, Takao would be waiting. She closed her eyes for a second and breathed through her nose. She was not often the sort to flex with full power and strain.

Rather, she'd let her muscles emerge and gently nudge against Asura's. Not a resistant, defiant nudge either. There was still that thin layer of fleshiness between them and it stiffened as she applied a select level of muscular tension, gently rubbing in place as she felt up Asura's abs. She'd look her in the eyes calmly, her shoulders making infinitesimally small movements in correlation with how her belly made all kinds of small, inspecting rubs on her opponent's.

Gently, she'd experiment. She'd push her crotch forward slightly, rubbing at the abs nearest to her opponent's mound of venus. The edges or rather "cliff sides" of her belly where her abs rose were next as she slipped left and right. Then, the highest points, nearly at her ribs, would ensue as Takao's breasts nuzzled into her's, testing to see if she might flex a little harder or quiver just the slightest under her touch.

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Asura oddly enough, held her posture; letting Takao feel and jostle against her to her pleasure, with only a moderate amount of force back from the debuting beauty. Asura wouldn't be looking to gain ground by leaning her figure forward, but she certainly had no interest in losing it. A rotating motion forced upon her, Asura's eyes soon fell down to the matching bosoms now, with her slightly smaller foe locking her in a embrace she was eager enough to match. Soon enough, both busty, toned frames would be held close by a dual pair of wrapping arms, with Asura showing still no signs of pulling away nor of turning things up a notch.

When her foe began to lower those perky abs towards her nethers, only then did Asura respond. Pulling a shade firmly with her biceps, not crushing Takao but certainly not giving her figure room to pull away, Asura would try to slot her abs against those of her mighty foe. Only there did she begin to flex; almost digging in with that light bearhug, before her sharpening abdomen muscles began to expand, curious to see if Takao's own midriff would hold, or cave in after all the early exploring it had already done.

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Takao felt her pull at first, not breaking contact with sight. She did not look like a sharp, eagle eyed woman but the veteran wrestler's instincts were impressive. There was perhaps a smidge of arrogance in her sight and the hint of a smile on her lips; she'd felt Asura suddenly tighten her grip just a little with her arm and her reaction was just as fast, if not a little faster. Takao didn't seem fazed by how her curves flattened but she doubted Asura was expecting a firm wall to meet her.

It didn't seem that impressive on paper; her hidden abs met Asura's and she exhaled through her nose, hiding her arousal at that stone belly forcing her own to condense. Normally, this would be a sign one was outmatched but Takao's unwavering confidence said otherwise. The calm expression told Asura everything, as did the fact that not only were Takao's abs not fully flattening, they weren't even fully flexed. As she let Asura's sink into her's, it was clear there was more concentrated mass and strength than she let on.

And she aimed to utilize a minimum of force to maximum effect.

"A rookie mistake~?" She teased as her own abs molded to Asura's then scrubbed up and down, left and right. Her shoulders and belly did not move much but with how tightly Asura's were and how they'd dug in deep, this was to her advantage. A harder body was one that generated friction more easily and in the arms race between hard grinders, soft rubbers, and dominating crushers, knowing how to counter that was key. In her case, she met her crushing force with rubbing affection. With her own abs molded to Asura's, she had a "grip", one she took advantage of by softly rubbing rather than responding with hard force.

After all, one's body was expecting and already prepared for that hard friction. Yet a smooth, loving scrub that graced every inch of her abs, from the smooth tops to the spaces and creases that separated rows of muscle? Those were the sweetest spots she loved to explore with her own careful mixture of matronly softness and strengthened mass, smiling into Asura's eyes as she scrubbed and smoothed Asura, aiming to see what would make her pant or tremble.

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Squeezing Takao with more intent than she had on grinding the slightly smaller figure into submission, Asura found that keen smile on her face forming; lips staying devoid of noise as the figure teased, whilst working her tummy deeper and deeper into Asura's own. Her grip somewhat turned against her, Asura now found that the harder she squeezed the tout figure in her arms, the more each and every rub would do. If she wasn't careful, she'd find Takao using her bearhug to grind the beauty into submission, near enough from the inside. Thereby lowering her grip, holding on instead, Asura found her toes curling and uncurling in pleasure as the figure bore away at her. She was not done, far from it in fact, but she was hardly complaining a the feeling now forced upon her.

After all, given Asura's scale, it was easy to understand that the figure herself was rarely the victim to such an attack. Although, she did still have every intention of giving Takao a taste of her own medicine. Just...

"Not yet..." She'd growl, mostly to herself rather than her foe, as she spoke a gentle hum to convince her figure to stay placid. To pull away now could have spelt disaster, both in the form of her foe perhaps intending for such and responding accordingly, and for the image of herself retreating being laid out in everyone's mind. Nay, for the moment, she'd simply hold her body and posture firm; now more hugging her foe than anything, as she tried to simply be that rubbing post Takao seemingly longed for.

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"Please tell me when to stop~" She'd tease, letting her abdominal muscles soften for a little, inviting Asura's to sink in. If they did, she'd flex again but only hard enough to stop them from fully emerging. Her hands were calm against Asura's back yet if one glanced to her elbows, they would notice they were tense and ready to move. As she manipulated Asura's belly, her breasts mushed up and into her opponent's, lifting them under her raw mass of flesh, buttery and warm. Below, her legs began to spread, feet nearing but not touching her opponent's.

Asura was displeased. The growl hadn't gone unnoticed. There was no guarantee she could react fast enough to counter whatever she was planning. However, she was quite prepared.

"What a nice body you have; it molds quite nicely to mine when I wish for it." She'd speak so calmly as she flexed hard enough to force Asura's abs to buckle yet with enough leeway she could gently smooth it up and down her abs.

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Asura had little intention of softening her body in the grip she and her foe both held, but the titan was far from unleashing her full prowess against the figure. She had every intention letting Takao hit her with her very best, only to rip apart and mould the girl to her favour from there on in. That, and the feeling of letting this incredibly busty heavyweight grind every inch of her was far from horrible. Her bosom soon finding itself a home atop Takao's own mighty set, her legs would match the smaller figures own; neither intending to wrap around Takao's set, nor given the figure a chance to do such to her. This was to be a ab battle, she figured. There'd be time to wrench Takao's limbs out of their sockets later.

Feeling that body tense against her rapidly however, Asura would play possum no more. Matching the sudden sharpness of the body grinding her something wicket, Asura would not hold back after Takeo slackened in hopes of making the debuting star buckle. For the moment Takao attempted to gently grind herself in and smooth out the bigger woman, Asura would press back; now trying to put her foe on the defensive, as she sought to grind that body as if she herself was sandpaper!