Love Hurts (Daeva Asphodel vs Selene Thorne [D])

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai Submission Match
Victory Conditions: Competitors must score two falls. The first via submission, the second via orgasm.
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Oh, Hentai. It was already starting to feel like a "they keep pulling me back in" deal. Emilia Morasanu was having a lot of fun with it. She really was; it's been amazing from her first experience onward. Keira Robinson. Black Severin. Starboy. All excellent partners. And soon, she's going to be shooting a film with a guy who's widely known in the intergender Hentai division: Yuto Ishigami.

But Hentai isn't all she wanted to do here. She'd heard stories about how some women would actively avoid it, and later give it a go. Then they would find themselves being booked in one sexfight after another. She understood the frustration now; it was like quicksand in the movies. The further she got in that hole, the harder it was to get out. Thus far, LAW has seen only three of the characters she's prepared for it: Sybil, Renee Cooper, and

who she was competing as tonight. Guess which one of the three turned out to be the most popular, by a mile?

The younger Morasanu sister was tempted to rebel tonight. To show up as the "personality" that freaked out people the most. Workshopping Sybil as she went was another fun experience. But when she learned who she would be facing, she decided to bring the personification of her sexuality to the forefront once more.

Selene Thorne.

Selene Thorne!

The Grave-witch!

That woman was the very one who first got her into erotic wrestling. It wasn't all she did, but fuck, did she do it well! So well! Just as expected from an athlete who operated in the UK. It's practically a factory for technical wrestlers. But she combined that wrestling expertise with a smoldering sensuality that there isn't enough of in this game, inspiring scenarios in Emilia's creative mind where she would be touched the way she touches her opponents -- material that would get her through many a lonely night.

But tonight, she would have the opportunity to feel that touch for real.

Yes, yes, yes, she could certainly make an exception for this!

Cue the

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Daeva Asphodel stepped through the curtain and into an arena that had been darkened, with faint orange lighting that simulated that of candles. A pole had been extended from the stage, with which she interacted without missing a beat, with a cool confidence. First with a simple circling, holding on with one hand as her steps were accompanied with her leaning outwards. A test of the pole's stability. It held. Good.

"In her place, one hundred candles burning."

A spin that ended with her leaning back against the pole, which one hand would reach up above her head to grip. The other would lightly brush over the leather clad bust that one camera would take a focused shot of.

"A salty sweat drips from her breast."

Time to put those belly dancing classes to work.

"Her hips moved..."

In circles.

"And I can feel what they're sayin'. Swayin'."

Another spin, with subtle footwork that had her generating the momentum she'd need for her body to whirl around the pole it would grip by the thighs, hanging upside down with her arms crossed over her chest in that familiar fashion that the Egyptians of old had done with corpses.

"The say, 'the beast inside of me is gonna get'cha. Get'cha, get..."

Her motions were smooth. Rehearsed. A seamless transition from the pole to all fours on the floor, crawling towards another camera like she was the beast the lyrics mentioned. Feline, because it was popular. Familiar. Daeva made her approach like it was prey that she'd been stalking, swiping at it when she got close and connecting, but without any real power behind it. The man behind the camera was ready and able to follow her when she rose to her feet to continue on towards the ring.

"The following contest is a Hardstyle Submission Hentai match! It is scheduled for one fall via submission, and a second via orgasm! And introducing first, standing at five feet and four inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, fighting out of Athens, Greece...! Daaeeevaaaaa Asphodeeellll!"

On the outside, Daeva was looking every bit like the dark, gothic vixen she's supposed to be, with a sultry smolder in her eyes that one would expect to see on an Anne Rice strigoaie (or moroaica, depending on one's semantics), come to feed in a manner that her "victim" would be unable to resist. But on the inside, Emilia's inner fangirl was screaming with every step she came closer to the ring.

She

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landing and spinning on one knee until she faced the camera behind her, sitting with both knees spread apart at shoulder length, hands gripping the lower ropes to either side of her.

The vampiress stared into the camera with a hungry stare, as though she were looking through it and into the eyes of every viewer at home or wherever else. She let the man operating it get into position before turning to a seated position on her butt instead of her knees, presenting a mouthwatering side view of her upper thighs to both them and Keira before rising to her feet. But only for a moment before hooking the back of one knee to the top rope and hanging herself upside down, other leg pointed straight upwards, arms crossed over her chest as she'd done on the pole.

Daeva stayed like that for a few moments before lifting her upper body into position between the top and middle ropes and pulling herself into the ring, stepping over to the center to await her dream opponent.

[Eir]

The lights fade into near-total darkness. A soft hum of anticipation runs through the crowd. Then, a sorrowful, almost holy swell of sound begins to rise. Selene’s entrance theme, “Ashes in the Snow” by MONO, plays like a lament from the underworld.

Entrance Music !!

From behind the curtain, Selene Thorne appears. She wears her usual ring gear beneath a long black veil and a flowing robe, stitched with faded silver symbols. Her hair is dark and loose beneath the veil. Her hands are inked from fingertip to wrist in swirling, occult designs.

She begins her descent down the ramp at a slow, gliding pace, ignoring the pole. The arena remains dim, lit only by faint amber lights designed to mimic candle flames. As she reaches ringside, the announcer finally speaks.

“And her opponent… Fighting out of Norwich, England… Standing five feet ten inches tall, and weighing in at one hundred and fifty-seven pounds… She is the Grave-witch of LAW… Selene… Thorne…”

She climbs the steel steps and pauses, one hand sliding along the top rope. Then she parts it gently and enters the ring. Once inside, she sheds her robe with a single fluid motion, letting it fall behind her. The veil stays. For now.

Selene stands tall. Her expression is unreadable, her gaze fixed on Daeva. She lifts the veil slowly and lets it fall. Her face is now fully visible.

“Who could I be facing? is it Sybil tonight? Or Renee? No. Tonight it’s Daeva, isn’t it?”

She smiles, then begins a slow circle around her opponent, fingertips grazing the top rope. Her voice is low and intimate, just loud enough for the camera mics.

“I heard my name on your lips. More than once. You summoned me. Not with spells. With need.” She stops just behind Daeva, her breath warm against the girl’s neck. “The witch always hears when she is called.”

Selene steps in front of her, lifts a hand, and brushes her fingers under Daeva’s chin, tilting it up. Her touch is light. Controlled. Then she lets her hand fall and steps back, eyes never leaving hers.

[DSX93]

This is really happening. A part of Emilia was still in disbelief, even as she watched the woman making her way to the ring. To her.

She's about to wrestle Selene Thorne!

She's about fuck Selene Thorne!

And through this avenue, we arrive at one of the ways it can suck to be portraying a character: Daeva Asphodel doesn't fangirl. There was so much excitement just beneath the surface, and she had to fight it. Keep it down. But it was happening again: Every inch of her body was telling her to bounce for joy like an idiot, like it was when she first met Serina Levesque II. And again when all the blood, sweat, and tears she put into her training was rewarded with a spot in The Coterie.

Except this time, she didn't have her sister to swoop in and hit on Selene, so it was even harder to control the impulse. But she'd manage to keep it cool as five feet and ten inches, and one hundred and fifty-seven pounds of gothic greatness stepped through those ropes.

And then she said something that almost, almost broke her. And she suspected that if she hadn't spent so much time living in-character, she would have. Selene knew! Not only was was she aware of her in general, she paid enough attention to be able to connect her characters. And Emilia wanted so badly to know how she connected those dots.

The Grave-witch started circling her, putting her in the position she'd placed Keira Robinson in in her very first match in LAW: Taking stock, no doubt. Did she like what she saw? Is her makeup good? And her clothes...Should she have worn something else?

“I heard my name on your lips. More than once. You summoned me. Not with spells. With need.”

Wait.

“The witch always hears when she is called.”

How did she...? Is she just saying that, or does she really know how she felt about this match? About her? And if it's the latter...just how much far does her reach go backstage? Emilia was an introvert as her actual self. Outside of The Coterie and a couple friends she'd made outside of them, she didn't talk to people much unless she had to. So the leak had to have come from management or booking...

And just like that, Selene Thorne had accomplished the very goal that Emilia seeks to accomplish -- getting into her opponent's head -- before the match even began. At this point, she didn't know how she was keeping it together. And she only knew that she was because she could see her own face up ahead on the jumbotron.

The smile that formed on Daeva's face was similar to that of a woman who was on a date that was actually a chase. Selene had made a good move: She was bold, but not in a way that could be considered crass. Far from it. But she wasn't "in" yet. The game was on.

Surprisingly, she had a response.

"You wound me, Ms. Thorne." She began, with an adorable little pout. "That my visage is comparable to that of others in your eyes is...disconcerting." She didn't let the woman get far before she reached out to take her hands in hers, pulling her back into her personal space. So close, the crowd fell silent, already anticipating a kiss before she started floating her hands up the other woman's arms. Her shoulders. Her neck. Then finally stopping when they cupped her cheeks, all while maintaining eye contact, each woman's gaze carrying the promise of an unforgettable experience.

"I suppose I'll just have to work that much harder to ensure that this face is like a sun in your memory."

Starting with her leaning in to give the fans -- herself, most of all -- what they wanted to see. Nothing deep -- no tongue -- though her desire would be made plain even as she tested the waters, meeting her lips with Selene's using a tender, sweet amount of pressure to start with.

[Eir]

The Grave-witch did not flinch as she was kissed. Selene, met Daeva’s kiss. As if she had expected it the moment the woman drew her in.

During the kiss, Selene’s hands made their way up Daeva’s waist, pulling her in, deepening the kiss, as she slowly moved her hands down and grabbed the woman’s ass tightly.

Soon, Selene parted their lips. Her gaze lingered on the woman’s mouth. Then her eyes. “Darling girl. You try so much, but your body betrays you.” She leaned in close again, not to kiss, but to whisper. Her nose brushed against Daeva’s cheek. Her lips grazed just beside her ear. “Are you excited?” Her fingers slid gently along Daeva’s thigh, lifting her up slightly, as she breathed on her neck.

Then she backed away, and smiled. “Make me feel your excitement.”

[DSX93]

The audience of several thousands erupted with glee as the two gothic beauties starting melting into each other. Selene did not resist, and neither would Daeva. She stifled a moan that was welling up in her throat; she liked the hold that the other woman took of her. Firm, so much as though to say, "this is mine." She had a lot to give, and there would be much given here and now, but she had to hold some things back. The game had to keep going.

When the two broke away, the Underworld Rose's eye rose to meet Selene's eyes as hers fell to her lips. And they stayed, as though she were hypnotized. Like it was the best damn kiss that she had ever received. That alone had her heart pounding. And her skin -- Emilia was about ready to jump out of it.

And of course, Selene was able to see that. Or feel it. Or both.

Daeva stepped forward to meet her challenge. If she wanted to feel her excitement, she will happily oblige. With a minxy little grin, she gave Selene a playful push, towards the corner behind her. And another. And one more, with more oomph behind it this time to get her in there before she took a few greater strides forward and leapt, landing with her feet on the bottoms ropes to either side of this sexy witch. No more words would be said here. There were no need of them in this instance. With the gap between their heights closed, Daeva pulled her into another, more passionate kiss, with her tongue sliding past Selene's lips to seek hers out.

[Eir]

Selene let out the softest exhale, as Daeva’s palm pressed against her chest. The first push seemed to be more flirt than force, a playful nudge that coaxed her into a backward step, her boots gliding smoothly over the mat.

The second push had more weight to it. Selene absorbed it with a slow, deliberate grace. Her shoulders rolled with the motion, her head tilting slightly, eyes locked on Daeva’s with growing interest.

Then came the third push. There was nothing gentle about it. It drove her firmly into the corner, her back hitting the turnbuckles with a sharp, satisfying thud. The ropes trembled from the impact. Selene caught herself with ease, her arms resting along the top strands like a queen settling into her throne. Her lips parted just slightly, her chest rising in slow, deliberate rhythm as if she were inviting the next move.

Their lips met again. This time, without pause. Selene felt Daeva’s tongue slip past her lips and welcomed it. She matched the kiss and deepened it. Her hands moved to Daeva’s waist, then to her ass as she held on tightly.

[DSX93]

The referee was generous; she had yet to signal for the opening bell. The LAW Universe was appreciative, but none were more so than Daeva herself, who planned on taking full advantage of this. That kiss kept going for a long, lovely while. Maybe just a minute or two, but its perfection made it feel so much longer. Selene's lips were so soft. Their tongues went together like pieces in a living crossword puzzle. And their bodies meshed like peanut butter and chocolate -- an excellent combination, as she's recently discovered.

After however long -- she wasn't counting, and she didn't care -- Daeva would finally part from the kiss, but only to bring her lips a little lower, peppering Selene's neck with more of them. She worked her way over to one ear, in which she would whisper, "I do wish to show you just how excited I am, but I'll need your help." Then she kissed -- and licked -- her way to the other. "My flame is at its brightest and hottest when it's paired with another."

[Eir]

Selene Thorne didn’t move much at first. She let Daeva have her moment, let her indulge in the kiss, the warmth, the show of it all. It wasn’t submission. It was permission. Her hands never left Daeva’s hips, keeping them tight against hers, fingers flexing now and then like claws gently testing flesh.

As the kiss broke and those teasing lips trailed lower, Selene’s eyes half-lidded, her smirk deepening. Her breath moved slow and deliberate. “You’ll have it” she murmured, voice low. “But know this. My help never comes free.”

She tilted her head slightly, just enough to give Daeva better access to her neck, but the movement wasn’t yielding. It was an invitation. “If you want me to feed that fire of yours” Selene purred, “you’d best be ready to burn for me too.”

[DSX93]

An answer like that was one that Daeva wanted to hear the most. It spoke to the former noble's inner servant, begging the question:

"And what is, Ms. Thorne, that you would have of me?"

[Eir]

Selene’s smile came slowly. She leaned closer to her ear, until Daeva could feel the heat of her breath against her. Fingertips, cold as marble and just as deliberate, traced the line of Daeva’s jaw.

“What I would have of you…” she echoed “Maybe, your pride. Your breath. The sound you make when your body forgets how to lie.” Her hand slid lower, resting just beneath Daeva’s chin, lifting her gaze just enough. “Would that be too much to ask… my dear?” she kissed her cheek and smiled before backing away for the match to finally begin.