L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Lacramioara

Ionia

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Ionia's Cane

When Lacramioara suggested this match to management, she honestly hadn't expected them to take to the idea so quickly. But when she learned who she would be facing, it made sense.

Alcina Dimitrescu. A dominant beauty who not only had a vampire gimmick of her own, but also originated from the same country as the most famous among them.

In the long, long history of cinema, there has never been a creature more sensual than the vampire. An otherworldly predator with seductive powers that have driven their mortal prey insane with desire time and time again, all without removing even a single article of clothing. Just as Alcina had nearly managed.

But it was clear to anyone with working eyes and ears that those that were removed that night were removed only because it was her will. Ren Akery was hers from early on, and he would've declared that even if everything had stayed on.

Lacramioara stood in gorilla position beside her loving wife Ionia, who held in one hand a cane made of black stainless steel with a sparkling platinum claw handle that held a sizeable orb of ruby and hers in the other, fingers intertwined. The tight hold that the curly-haired woman had on her was the only thing that hinted at the nerves that were welling up within as she prepared to make her way to the ring for her second match.

Alcina was a whole foot taller and two hundred pounds heavier than her. The footage of her one and only match thus far revealed little technical skill and did even less to confirm its existence or non-existence, but a size difference that massive warranted extreme caution on its own. But one silver lining was that she was quick to transition to the sexual aspect of the contest. That, Lacramioara felt, she could work with.

"Ia inima, iubirea mea: dacă există o singură femeie capabilă să-l fermeze pe acel uriaș în supunere, aceasta ești tu." Ionia kept her eyes facing forward, towards the mission, her tone being that of someone speaking an indisputable fact. That conviction! That strength! It was exactly what Lacramioara needed right now.

She leaned into her, releasing a deep exhale, and with it, a good chunk of her trepidation. "Desigur. Cu regina mea lângă mine, nu pot pierde."

Ionia turned her head and gazed down into her eyes, her own being filled with a confidence that she was happy to share. "Și voi fi mereu alături de tine." And in return, Lacramioara's were filled with love and admiration.

"I love you."

"I love you."

And then, as if on cue, I Monster's "Who Is She" sounded through the sold out arena, and the crowd made some noise as they awaited Lacramioara's entrance. When she and her wife appeared from behind the curtain, there wasn't a single trace of doubt left to be seen. What they saw was exactly what they expected: A sexy, majestic, fearless vampire. Fearless because she knew she had talent that could bring even a giant like Lady Dimitrescu to her knees.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Wrapped In Passion match! It is scheduled for one orgasm, and both competitors are prohibited from removing any clothing from the other! Doing so will result in an immediate disqualification! Introducing first: Standing at five feet, five inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, fighting out of Transylvania, Romania...! Accompanied by Ionia, Lacraaaaaaamioaraaaaaaa! Albeeeescu!"

Upon reaching the ring, Ionia stepped onto the apron to take a seat on the middle rope and lift the one up top, reaching down to help her up like a proper lady should. In the spirit of the match that was about to unfold, Lacramioara would take a long bend through the ropes, giving her wife as well as the viewers at home via camera a good look at the shapely behind she had beneath her skirt. Once Ionia had followed, Lacramioara would gently pull her into a warm embrace, looking over to the stage as she rested her head on her shoulder.

Finally, tonight was the night where she didn't need to wrestle to another man, and it was a hentai match with a woman to boot!

However, as Alcina readied herself for her entrance, she couldn't help but smile to herself. The thought that two vampires were going to fight each other was sure to have lots of viewers watching it. If that's the case, then she's going to give the mortals a show like never before!

"Annndddddd coming next!" yelled the announcer of this match, "Coming in at 200 centimeters but surprisingly light. The Sanguine Countess and proclaimed 'Queen of the Vampires' ALCIIIIINA DIMITRESCUUUUU!"

The stage would be covered in fog via the nearby fog machines as Alcina stepped out of the fog whilst her entrance music played in the background. Whilst she made her way to the wrestling ring slowly, she would seductively remove her dress to the crowd and her opponent, revealing her wrestling outfit fit for a queen like her tonight:

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"Ahh...~" sighed Alcina as she slowly stepped into the ring, giving the viewers who were watching at home and the crowd a good look at her butt, "And who is't hast did summon me h're?" asked Alcina.

"Queen of the Vampires", hmm?

Ionia maintained an unfazed poker face, but she was frowning inside. She'd have another thing coming if she expected her or any of The Coterie to bow down.

Lacramioara, however, was more focused on the show. Oh yes, what a show. Her situation was double-edged: Disadvantages aside, Alcina was what she liked in a woman, physically. Taller, larger; it makes her feel more like a lady. And it's oh so interesting if the taller, larger woman in question happens to have a submissive side, which didn't appear to be the case here, but oh well.

And plus, more woman to feel. And Alcina was a whole lotta woman.

After giving her wife a parting kiss on the cheek, she stepped forward to introduce herself, extending a hand towards her opponent. "Lacramioara Albescu, m'lady."

On the edge of her mind, Alcina was wondering as to how she should respond and approach this. While yes she was playing the role of a superior vampire with an air of aristocracy around her, she wanted to show that vampire pleasures she'd never seen before.

"Please," scoffed Alcina, "there is no need to extend your hand to your Queen, we are simple here to prove your strength aren't we?" asked Alcina.

"Your Queen"?

A line crossed possibly without the knowledge that it was there, which is why Ionia let it slide just this once.

Lacramioara returned her hand to her side, a polite smile on her face as she stated, "My apologies, Lady Dimitrescu, but I only acknowledge one Queen. You understand, yes?"

"Hmm..." Alcina 'pondered' for a moment, "fine then, so be it..."

The time to banter was probably enough as she took her position, but not before blowing some kisses to the crowd to hype and arouse them up. This was surely going to be a well known fight to all wrestlers with a vampire gimmick as she waits for the bell to ring.

If it does indeed ring, Alcina would first act by charging up to Lacramiora to push her hard so that when she stumbled on the ropes and was flung back by the moments of the ropes and Alcina's push, she can follow it up with a clothesline to Lacramiora next!

"Thank you for your understanding, m'lady." Lacramioara said with a bow of her head. "Of course, there was no disrespect intended towards you."

While Alcina was showing off for the crowd and getting them further invested into the impending bout, Lacramioara took a breath and

Just a tad bladed.

She and Ionia spent hours going over strategies for this. What to do in the beginning? Keep moving. Bait her. Create an opening and strike.

DING!

Maybe she wouldn't have to wait long for that opening. Alcina started off aggressively with an explosive shove that sent her stumbling backwards. The power behind it left her unable to gather any proper footing, but she would let herself fall when the ropes were near, allowing them to catch her. Their bounce sent her forward with what that second's recovery time allowed to be righted steps, and she ran right back towards the Countess, diving to the mat when she reared her arm back for the clothesline and

looking to bring her down early with the use of an Imanari Roll!

Of course, the fact that she was much lighter than Alcina didn't help her at all when her clothesline was countered and her back slammed on the arena hard...!

But Alcina knew how the process of an Imanari roll worked, meaning that she had one chance to counter Lacramoira's counter and get the first pleasure! Using her free leg at that moment, Alcina kicked Lacramoira's face with her high heel shoe before transitioning into her Vampire Kiss to "suck the blood" out of Lacramoira whilst reaching her hand into the vampire's nickers to began pleasuring her!

The Imanari Roll. Lacramioara must have practiced it over a thousand times by now. With a move that risky, it's a necessity. It felt natural, coming down to the mat and coiling around Alcina's leg like a snake. Upset her balance, use the leverage to bring her down.

Or end up a sitting duck when she takes a rooted stance.

Oh. No.

Lacramioara saw the Countess's foot speeding towards her face...Then everything went black.

Ionia's breath stopped in her chest at the sight of her wife's body going limp. Every impulse in her body was telling her to jump into that ring and fight in her beloved's place. Refraining from it was difficult. Fighting a bear on PCP difficult.

She almost yelled for Lacramioara to wake up, but that would have been a show of weakness. Her opponent had already scored a good hit. A vocal confirmation, direct or no, would only serve to boost her morale. All she could really do now was watch on, doing her best to maintain a poker face. One that said, "This is nothing. She can come back from this."

And she could. Lacramioara had been in the ring for competition only a small handful of times prior to tonight, but she had the necessary talent.

But for now, however, she was helpless. Pulled into a seated position without resistance. That was when she came to. Jaw aching. Head throbbing. She still had some sense about her, knowing where she was in the sense that she was in a match, but not where she was in the ring. And most importantly, where Alcina was. The spreading of her legs widened her eyes like the deer in the path of an eighteen wheeler.

On the ground, with her back to a woman who was about twice her size. In the middle of the ring too; the ropes wouldn't be saving her here.

Her head was tilted to the side, and had this been a movie, this would have been it. If she "survived", she wouldn't just be LARPing a vampire anymore. And what a pathetic way to be turned or drained dry it would have been.

The fangs that plunged into her flesh elicited a small groan from Lacramioara. While sudden, it was surprisingly gentle. It felt like she was being given a more aggressive hickey. Lips settled on her neck, Alcina sucking away, playing up the vampire angle for the crowd. She didn't waste any time with that.

She wasted no time on the sexual end of things, either. Went straight for hers. No build-up. No foreplay. Just a straight line drawn on the path to victory. If it weren't for the massive breasts that were pressing into her back, she would've almost sworn that she was in the ring with an overly eager man.

The thing that made it an "almost"? That finger work. Lacramioara's a sucker for a person who knows how to use their hands, and Alcina most definitely knew how to use hers. For now, she was able to grit her teeth and hold back her moans, but foreplay or no, she knew: Those fingers are dangerous. If she stayed in this position for too long, this match was as good as over.

But for right now, she was stuck, with no other option but to endure.

'Hm? Not going to moan in pleasure?' thought Alcina as she was sucking Lacramiora out, 'Hm... maybe I should make her moan...'

Alcina would still continue the blood sucking foreplay and instead of pleasing the vampire's clit directly, she would instead let go of her digits to instead rub them against her panties.

"Such elegance to be in a position like this no~?" commented Alcina.