Madeline Christiansen vs. Natasha Loclear - Hot Chocolate

[Lightman]

Match Type: Hentai Submission

Victory Conditions: Achieved by forcing an opponent into submission. A submission may only be achieved after a forced orgasm has been scored. The winner will be named the #1 Contender for the LAW Hentai Championship.

Ring Set-Up: Sunken ring filled with knee-deep chocolate cake and sauce layers.

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Ah yes, Valentine’s Day. A day steeped in romanticism and adorned with affection. A celebration of love and devotion, the very essence seems to imbue the air with a sense of enchantment, as if every heartbeat syncs to the rhythm of love’s gentle melody. Candlelit dinners in cosy restaurants and intimate strolls under the moonlit sky craft every moment to evoke a sense of intimacy and connection, as if time itself conspires to amplify the magic of love.

And Madeline is spending that day having a match tonight.

Mind you, it’s not as bad as it initially sounds. LAW never disappoints with matches set in the holidays that get the people in the holiday spirit. No doubt the main event would be a hentai match. But the higher-ups weren’t going to settle with just that. No, this needed much more. A Wet And Messy match in LAW’s arena was among the many things on her bucket list since coming into the league. The problem was there were so many varieties, so many options, all equally appealing. Pudding? Cream? Syrup? Oil? Gel? Mud? And that was even before she got to potential opponents. A hentai match was only as fun as the opponent, even more so when it involved rolling around in syrup. Management took care of the first part for her. Layers of chocolate cake. Quite fitting, indeed. The cake itself would taste much better with her opponent’s juices to garnish. As for her opponent?

Natasha Loclear.

That alone was enough of a reason to appear in this match alone. A rising star among the ranks, a big name that many look forward to within LAW’s Hentai Division, Madeline included. The Briton may have been the taller one between them, but even as she fitted into her swimsuit for the evening, fixing the straps on her back with a tight little loop, she knew the danger she was walking into. There’s a reason why she’s among the hottest stars to watch out for, far and away, among the best LAW has to offer currently. Even under normal conditions, her sexual talents were in a league of their own. There was plenty of footage to roam through in the archives, even in the small window she had before today’s match, and it told her everything she needed to know. She was stepping up against a formidable foe. This woman was fast, skilled, smart... and absolutely stunning.

However, management apparently felt that wasn’t enough. No, they just had to throw in a very tasty prize for the victor: the Number One Contender Spot for the LAW Hentai Title. As if things couldn’t be any appetising.

Madeline

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Madeline couldn't keep the smile off her face, her body itching in anticipation of getting to do battle with Natasha. It stayed there through her wait from behind the curtains, even as her entrance music came in, and even as she made her way out through the lights and down the ramp to the rose petals falling like elegant confetti. Her usual magenta and black number favoured the pink and silver lights that illuminated the arena, hips jutting with each purposeful stride, the long maxi skirt flowing. The crowd knew just what they were getting in for. The raucous crowd was deafening for the first contestant. Even Madeline played with the crowd, having them eat from the palm of her hand. Just like Natasha, Madeline has also made quite the name for herself, and her matches never failed to disappoint. Knowing the calibre of the bluenette, the packed-out audience was about to get a feast for the eyes in this battleground of sex.

And there it was. Madeline laid eyes on the sunken ring, the ropes still outlining the ring as a thick amount of cake awaited the two women to join in. However, unlike most showings, Madeline didn’t enter straight away. Instead, her tall, potent form turned towards the ramp and curtain. Tantalising it would be experiencing how it feels to be inside this cake-filled ring, there’s one thing Madeline awaits that’s even more delectable…

[lyannapelon]

If there was any holiday the French were said to be the best at it would have to be the day of love itself, Valentine's Day. This was going to be the first one of these she had spent away from the city of lights since she was a small child and the first not spent without a partner, or at least it would have been that way if the management of LAW hadn't stepped in and offered her a different kind of partner for the evening. Their night wouldn't be spent in some high class club or restaurant, that much was true, but Natasha knew the night would end in much the same way as only the best dates did.

Natasha had already taken part in several varieties of WAM matches including oil, water, chocolate sauce, and mud; yet LAW had managed to surprise her yet again as this time she would be wrestling inside a pit of chocolate cake. When she read the email Natasha had done a double take to make sure she read it right. Layers upon layers of chocolate cake would be difficult to move around in but considering the nature of this match she highly doubted either herself or her opponent would care.

That was especially true given just who her opponent was. Madeline Christiansen hadn't been a name she was familiar with before reading it in the email management had sent, but after a bit of researching it was one that brought her no small amount of excitement. She was British for one, that old country rivalry never failing to stir up her competitive nature, and her beauty was second to no one. She was a few inches taller than Natasha herself but everywhere else they appeared to be quite comparable. Whether she had the talent to back up her incredible looks might have been a question if not for this match being for more than just entertainment as the winner would become the new number one contender for the Hentai Title!

It was a prize that wouldn't have been on the line if Madeline wasn't talented enough to have earned it, a thought that had Natasha double checking the knots to her bikini, one behind her back and two at her waist, to make sure they were nice and tight...even if she doubted her swimsuit would last more than a few minutes no matter how snug she made it. Her last few minutes were spent limbering up for the action ahead behind the curtains, the roar of the crowd turning those few moments of waiting into an eternity as Natasha could not wait to get out there.

Natasha

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWl9_ty-L8k

When her music finally began the crowd would be unsure at first as the music was not Natasha's usual theme, but all would become clear a few seconds later when the lights dimmed and blue spotlights began popping up all over the arena, these streams of blue imitating rain while a waterfall formed over the entrance. The water would then split apart with Natasha emerging to chanting of her name, the Frenchwoman walking from one side of the stage to the other while striking poses for the thousands of thrilled fans in attendance. Her eyes would then lock onto Madeline waiting for her at the bottom of the ramp, Natasha giving her a nod of acknowledgement before moving down the ramp with a skip to her step that had her curves jiggling for all to enjoy. When she reached the ring itself she stopped just in front of Madeline, mere inches apart and staring her down face to face with a bright grin on her lips.

"Hope the wait was worth it Madeline, did you enjoy the show?" She asked, one hand on her hip and her gaze roaming over the other woman's marvelous figure. "The view is lovely from where I stand~"

[Lightman]

Of course, Natasha wouldn’t keep her waiting for too long. With all that she had heard about, both from the stage help and those who were fortunate to succumb to pleasure by, she would have been very disappointed if Natasha had been tardy. It was like a thing that all women within the hentai division share, neither wanting to deny the other any longer than needed and make themselves known in the flesh. Madeline would have done the same.

However, once Natasha does appear, the moment’s wait is very much worth it. Just like Madeline’s entrance, her opponent brought much intrigue. From the dimmed blue hue, the rain effects from the strobe lights, the remaining petals floating above the water to the waterfall splitting apart like the Red Sea…or Blue Sea, in this case. Amidst the pomp and pageantry, Madeline recalled how far this division had come when it came to the presentation of the competitors. Getting to the level of most major wrestling promotions, the spectacle and splendour taken to greater heights, much like the action itself. It’s no wonder why LAW is among the very best. And the audience themselves was delighted, to say the least.

And there came the woman of the hour. Madeline reciprocated the nod while Natasha walked down the ramp. Her emerald gaze is still good, even in the dim lighting, but once she got closer, Madeline saw much more to appreciate. A body that perfectly balanced trained athleticism with delicate femininity. Madeline saw not a single inch of colour other than blue on that crown, flowing like rapid waves as it complimented the outfit very well. Sapphire jewels locked with bewitching emeralds as the two got close. Very close, in fact. Natasha stopped just mere inches away from her opponent, Madeline’s hat almost measuring the gap between the two.

“Are you talking about me or the cake?” Madeline quipped, her noble-like speech flowing with a suave grace. “Indeed, I have. And there was so much to enjoy, even now.” The English Rose took a step forward, bringing their forms to press up against each other. Not enough to mushroom either tit, but sufficient to establish contact. Madeline tipped her hat so that it wouldn’t get in the way between the two faces.

“But I believe there’s a particular show that we’re both looking forward to. The ‘rolling around until someone screams out in submission’ type of show. Unless you want to wait for the main course before getting into the dessert~.”

[lyannapelon]

At the little joke from her soon to be rival Natasha glanced past the British woman and even rose up onto the tips of her toes as she strained to look past Madeline and at the pit of chocolate goodness that awaited them. She kept up this little ruse for a moment or so, acting as if the cake was truly the most interesting sight around, before locking eyes once more with those shining emerald pools of Madeline and flashing her a bright grin. "Well while the cake does truly look delicious...the aroma alone is sweet enough to put most into a coma, you look just as good and I assume are better for me too~" A light chuckle accompanied her bit of teasing, Natasha's face lighting up both figuratively and literally as the arena's lights returned to normal.

When their busts came together Natasha barely acknowledged this first contact, not even sparing a glance downwards though she did lean forward ever so slightly to heighten the pressure upon their breasts. It wasn't enough for anyone watching to notice, even with the zoomed in views from the dozens of cameras focused on the two of them, but Madeline and Natasha could feel the heat radiating from one another all the better and thats what mattered to the blunette.

With one arm draped across her chest, pressing up gently against her bust, she brought her other hand up to idly tap a finger against her cheek while her head tilted gently to the side. "Hmm..." She said nothing more for a few seconds as if she were giving the woman's question serious consideration, though the playful smirk that appeared next gave away the ruse. "Don't tell my mother this but..." Natasha then leaned her head forward to whisper to Madeline, their tits squishing together properly now, an accidental escalation that Natasha knew Madeline would see through for the intentional act it was.

"I was always terribleat waiting until after supper for dessert. Never could resist such promised temptations~" Her words dripped with honey, confidence on clear display from the Frenchwoman who knew exactly how to leverage her talents to get what she desired. Natasha would then pull her head back but remained close as she stared into those emeralds once more. "So lets not keep the crowd nor ourselves waiting. After all...we're both starving are we not?"

With that said Natasha stepped past Madeline, tits rubbing along their rival pair for a moment before bouncing back into place. Natasha stepped through the ropes nice and slow, giving her hips a little shake to get the crowd cheering once more, only to throw more fuel onto the fire by brushing the front of her boobs across the middle rope which caught on her top just long enough to tug the cup, though not enough to expose her. One foot sank into the layers of cake with a soft but pleasant squelching noise, followed by another as she stepped fully inside, Natasha taking a few tentative steps forward to get a little used to it. "Come on in, the cake is fine!"

[Lightman]

The Englishwoman was always the sort to indulge in some light-hearted, jovial banter, so it’s no surprise that the two seemed to understand each other within a few seconds of meeting each other. Like the rose petals floating above the water after Natasha’s theatrics, things flowed with little effort. With the way those soft pink lips kept that playful grin, the Briton played along in a natural sort of improv. Feigning shock and hurt when the bluenette seemed more interested in the chocolate goodness in the ring than the brunette. Though Madeline knew better. “No need to assume, my dear. You won’t have to feel guilty about the calories after this. In fact, I think you’ll work up such a ravenous appetite~.”

Madeline could feel Natasha’s bust advance a tad forward, their bodies anticipating and hungering for more. The brunette grinned. The emerald jewels gave a short glance at the titantron where the cameras zoomed in more on their voluptuous breasts. The height difference isn’t all too great between the two, but it meant that the oversized hat didn’t have to get in the way, especially as their faces were just mere inches away. And the temptation to kiss on those devilish lips was oh so tantalising. But Madeline could stave such cravings. Unlike the blue-haired opponent, who gave a secret confession to the Englishwoman.

Further pressing their busts more, Natasha’s face came very close so that she could whisper her admission. Madeline’s nipples rubbed and poked against the clothed flesh of Natasha’s tits, just as Natasha’s own were doing the same. Madeline gave a low purr before a chuckle came out, amused by Natasha’s divulgence of her inability to resist such treats after supper. “Oh, so we’re already in the ‘meeting the parents’ stage. Are you already planning the rest of our lives? How romantic of you~.” Her index finger raised to press upon her rosy lips, giving a saucy wink. “Consider your secret safe with me. And I am looking forward to unlocking many more~.”

As much as they could keep this back and forth going, they can’t delay things any longer. The cake has been calling them for a long while now and, as Natasha had said, its best not to keep them waiting. Natasha passed Madeline, tits brushing and rubbing as they break contact, at least for now. Already there was much to like about Natasha, the bluenette capable of leveraging her talents to get the desired outcomes. And Madeline isn’t immune to such cham, especially as Natasha confidently looked deep into those precious emeralds. She didn’t follow her straight away, content with watching Natasha enter the sunken ring, one dainty foot at a time. Madeline tipped her hat up, getting a lovely view of the way those tits of hers brushed against the middle rope. Perhaps it’s something to take notice.

Once Natasha was in, Madeline threw her hat with a flourish of her hand, and one of the nearby security guards caught it. The black maxi skirt was the next to be stripped off, almost neatly lying near the entrance ramp. The black thong was now exposed; cheering men and women trying to scramble in, bringing their smartphones to capture the moment as she snaked through the ropes. Her butt sat upon the middle rope, two well-built, enviously healthy legs wrapped on the top rope before leaning backwards. A seductive pose, her hands wandering on her body, fingers massaging her own breasts, giving a little show for the crowd, but also for the French woman in the ring. The strong abdominals showed a stable core as she brought one leg away from the ropes, bringing it towards her, just as her foot sank deep into the layered cake. It was almost unreal how she looked, manoeuvring herself with no help from her hands as the other leg was the last to unhook before she would straighten upright and proper.

“I must give you credit,” Madeline spoke as she turned to face Natasha, walking up towards the bluenette. “All this cake and you haven’t given in to your cravings. I’m impressed~.” She would pass by the Frenchwoman's side, giving a naughty spank on her rear as she does.

[lyannapelon]

Natasha could already tell she was going to enjoy this Madeline, even if she did have the misfortune of being from the wrong side of the channel. The brunette's chest certainly played a role in that first impression, it simply felt too good to press up against...it had her wondering just how much better it'd feel once they were heated, naked, and drenched in cake~

"Oh you weren't? And here I was just about to ask if you'd prefer a beach or skiing honeymoon~" Quipped back the Frenchwoman before she took the initiative and made the first plunge into the ring of cake that awaited them both.

"You sure about the calories?" Natasha asked with a quick backwards glance over her shoulder at the Englishwoman after she had taken her first few steps into the pool of chocolate goodness. She had, as unbelievable as it likely would have sounded to anyone outside of LAW, wrestled inside a pool of chocolate before and had even made use of little chunks of cake that had floated within but a ring literally filled with chocolate cake was a new experience for the blue haired heiress. She would stop once she had gotten near the center of the pool and knelt down to dip two fingers into the dessert, getting herself a quick taste as she licked a bit of the chocolate off before standing and turning towards Madeline.

"Richly decadent...I have a feel we could be at this for days and we wouldn't work it off~ Yet I find myself not really caring about that, in fact it almost feels inspiring in a way, as if its a challenge I'm eager to take on. Odd, no?" Her native French accent slipped in at the end of her musing, followed by a soft "ohhhh" as her but got a nice smack in passing. "You'll be even more impressed after tasting what I've been ignoring." She said while holding out her hand to see if Madeline would finish licking her chocolate coated fingers clean.

[Lightman]

“We might as well ask for the priest at this point. The guests are here, and we already got the wedding cake right here.” Madeline quipped back. “It may not be vanilla, but neither are we~.” Her captivating emeralds focused on the referee standing in the middle, a cute little bikini she’s wearing, with the red ponytail all nicely done. “I don’t suppose you have a Bible lying around somewhere? I hope you don’t mind us getting into our honeymoon straight after this~.”

As the two jested and bantered, Madeline was assimilating herself to the frosted goodness. It’s not her first foray into the world of Wet & Messy matches, though it is the first to be battling in a cake. Different from something like mud, though at least it would taste good once they are rolling around. Speaking of which, Madeline took a very good look at the opponent from the other side of the channel. Nationalistic bias wasn’t going to spoil what these two have right now, and Natasha was a feast for the eyes. The taut abs, the bountiful breasts, the toned legs, and the shimmering hair that is like the raging waters. Wherever or not that denotes just how she fights remains to be seen, however.

“Well, most honeymoons do take more than a week. I think we got enough time to work it all off~. Looking at you, you seem more than a thrill to get the heart pumping.” The Englishwoman moved behind the Frenchwoman, taking the hand that was coated with such chocolate goodness and sticking it in her mouth. She might not swing that way, but Madeline’s tongue lapped around the fingers with a deft, practised grace, her lips not leaving too little or too much saliva at the end. A sloppy eater, she is not. “My oh my, the chefs certainly didn’t skip over the quality side of things.”

Meanwhile, Madeline’s hands would reach up from behind to cup at those lovely breasts, giving it a nice massage as her fingers kneaded on her flesh. “However, I found something much tastier~.” Added with the way Madeline’s tongue gave a long and loving lick along the side of Natasha’s neck, her lips suckling gently along that neck and to the cheek. The English Rose’s own breasts rubbed up along Natasha’s toned back, dragging them with enough friction to get her all warmed up. Her crotch gave a few humps along the blunette’s tush, letting her hips roll along the robust rear. “Something much succulent, delectable, and mouthwatering~.”

[lyannapelon]

Her invitation was eagerly accepted and while she could only guess where Madeline learned to lick a digit clean like that Natasha did know it felt rather pleasant having the Brit's hands feeling up her chest, eager fingers exploring the blunette's heavy mounds much to the clear approval of Natasha who couldn't resist cupping the Brit's hands and encouraging them to squeeze just a little harder. "Marriage and a honeymoon? My you do like to take things quick don't you? Must admit I've been proposed to on the spot before but this is the first time I considered saying yes, even if it was only the briefest flight of fancy~"

Natasha slid her hands back, feeling their way first along her own waist before making the short jump over to Madeline. She let her fingertips brush teasingly over the brunette's bare skin while leaving a trail of Madeline's own saliva behind along the way. "Funny, that was going to be my line~ I have a feeling Madeline and chocolate cake is about to be my favorite treat." The Frenchwoman teased her British challenger with words like honey while her hands wandered downward until she found Madeline's hips and gave them a good squeeze, gripping just enough to tug Madeline's crotch firmly up against Natasha's heart shaped ass, and then with a sway of her hips Natasha would rub circles over Madeline's bikini clad sex.

It felt only fair given how much Madeline's hands and even tongue were enjoying Nat's body. It was then that Natasha noticed the cute red head that was their ref gesturing for them to break apart and while she loathed to do so Natasha did as asked. "Suppose we should wait for the bell to ring shouldn't we?" That said however Natasha couldn't help but walk over to what had been Madeline's corner of their and take it for her own. "May the best woman win Madeline. Normally I'd say no hard feelings but..." She paused to glance about at the thick chocolate cake filling the sunken ring floor, giggling afterward. "I don't think those are possible given what is about to happen between these ropes~" She then readied herself for the bell, eyes fixed on Madeline all the while.

[Lightman]

Brief as their meeting has been thus far, there is always a lot to pick up from the other person, if you’re paying attention. With the way both their breasts brushed and pressed up against each other, Madeline had a feeling that Natasha might like her chest squeezed and kneaded. The Frenchwoman’s reactions to it all proved her thoughts right, even more so as Natasha outright encouraged it, prompting Madeline to squeeze harder, getting her fingertips deep into those lovely mounds. “I do hope you’re saying yes, not because of the pressure from the public. It would be rather embarrassing, wouldn’t it? Although, silly me forgot the ring, so it already is~.”

Of course, Natasha wasn’t the type to only receive and not reciprocate. Just as Madeline’s hands worked on those breasts, Natasha’s hands explored behind her, feeling one hand leaving that trail of cool saliva. The English Rose’s breasts continued to rub up and down Rain’s back, making it heat up with each deep, frictional press. Madeline sensually shimmied her hips, creating a deep, undulating movement that danced with each roll and grind, matching the voluptuary waltz of Natasha’s ass. No doubt Aspasia would like this kind of show. “Great minds think alike. Though I think you’ll soon forget about that rich, decadent treat when you got one that can make you feel good~.” Words were shared so sweetly that they matched the flavour of the cake below them.

It's a shame that this couldn’t continue longer. The referee would call for the separation of the two, even though the crowd seemed to enjoy this showing. “Nah, I’m thinking of scrapping this match and we just escape to a hotel room for the both of us~.” The English accent adds to the playful sarcasm. Loathe as she has to do so, Madeline and Natasha would break away, with the Englishwoman giving a faux pout and childish whine as she did. The bluenette and brunette would end up on opposite corners from when they started, with the Englishwoman taking what would be Natasha’s original corner. Madeline raised a leg, pulling her foot out of the cake-covered floor, and letting it hang on the top rope for a light stretch. “Already in the divorce stage? Oh, woe is me, how quickly things have transpired. This is for sure to be a messy one~.” Slightly dramatic, but playing up to the banter. “Likewise, Natasha. Play your cards right, and we might kiss and make up in the end~.” The same leg would slowly lower down to the ground, her body tense and ready for the bell to ring. The same beautiful emeralds would focus deep on Natasha and no one else.

[lyannapelon]

As the two women took up residence in the other's corner Natasha knew she had but mere moments left before the bell rang and the action began, after which she wasn't going to have a break until the match was done and one of them was out cold in the cake. Technically this match required a submission to win but after their first meeting just now Natasha had a feeling any submission would only come when Madeline was on the verge of being knocked out by her next orgasm. She knew this because it was the very same for Natasha herself.

"You speak as if we can't just do that after we're done here. I know I'll be needing a long shower so after I win consider yourself invited to come along and join me. Married or no it doesn't matter, I'll savor every inch of you all the same~" Natasha responded cheerfully, flashing the Brit a smile that could warm up the iciest of hearts while her arms slid along the ropes on either side and gripped them tightly. Her entire body was wound up like a spring, Natasha placing both feet on the bottom turnbuckle while waiting for those three dings that would set her off.

"Just kiss and make up? And here I was thinking of doing far more to you my British treat~" The words had barely gotten past her lips before the bell sounded and all the tension in Natasha's body was released at once. She leaped from the turnbuckle to clear several feet of the thick chocolate cake beneath her, Natasha feeling the heat radiating off of the fresh made dessert even before she touched back down with an oddly satisfying "glop" noise as her legs sank into it. With this momentum Natasha would go right for Madeline, not content to play cat and mouse to start as she wanted to lunge right for the Brit, large busts coming together while Natasha took a shot at driving her hip into Madeline and going for a side headlock that would rub the side of her breast firmly up against Madeline's face.