Roaring at the Moon - Sayara Rakhori vs Drasna Selinofoto

[Aeri]

Things often went wrong for Sayara. From the point in her teens, when due to genetics she had a head of white streaked hair and was teased mercilessly, to the time she broke up with and broke the arm of her boyfriend of four years over a miscommunication, to when she was alienated across her studies abroad.. a lot of her life was regarded as a case of being pretty unlucky. She kept her head high and eventually developed an attitude about it.

But today was a different case.

Today, she felt lucky. A match with a honest to goodness MILF (no she wasn’t a milf, she was young and hip, what do you mean?), someone practically ancient. A Drakon from Greece.

Sayara had read up on those. She sat in the locker room, as people gave her odd looks.. not often did you see a grown woman speaking to her toy.. creature.

”A Dragoness, yes my sweet? Dragons are quite the formidable foe.. but..

She crooned to the odd little plushie beast that she had perched up on her waist, lightly stroking it. She was.. a strange one, truly.

”They’re exceptionally weak to f-fae folk.. and the fae.. are connected to the moon. And I am.. the tyrant of the Moon.“

Shaking her head, an attendant called for her. Sayara sighed, put her little plush toy into her back with the most extreme of care, before standing to her feet. She was an oddity- she didn’t wear boots.

It made her lighter on her feet. The crowd hungered like a ravenous monster, starved for true entertainment. A wide grin crossed her lips, for if it was starved..

Her eyes surveyed the ring. It was as if it had its own presence. If the arena was a beast, the was the maw.

And if it was starved.. Sayara was ready to deliver it a five course meal of dragon meat. The crowd roared as she stepped into the ring graciously, lifting an arm up and staring down towards the spot where Drasna was soon to emerge.

Spoiler

She lightly flexed her bicep, leaning against the ropes, her nice and thick butt sandwiched between the first and second set. Her eyes set down at Drasna’s entry.. but..

She only gave her a smile.

Words weren’t for the crowd.

Only for the foe she was intending to serve up to them.

[Bare]

In contrast to her opponent Drasna had made rather simple preparations for the match ahead of her tonight. Some simple checks on her gear, a quick drink of water and then some light stretches to prepare. Tonight she was slated to go against a newcomer to LAW by the name of Sayara, a veteran like herself of a similar age and height, a true peer for Drasna that had her excited for the bout ahead. After all it was rare that she had the opportunity to face a woman of her age, especially one that could match her in strength and size. So after one final check of her metallic gear Drasna would nod and approach the entrance curtian as her theme played.

Spoiler

Coming out from behind the curtain and posing with her arms out to her sides Drasna would immediately get heaps and heaps of cheers at her appearance as she had quickly become a fan favorite of sorts. Marching down the ramp to the ring Drasna would smile confidently before hopping up onto the ring apron, grabbing the top rope and then vaulting over the top and into the ring Drasna would then do a slow turn for the fans to cheer and whoop in appreciation of her before she turned to face her opponent and actually offer a smile as she held her hand out, offering a hand shake before the match.

[Aeri]

As Drasna appeared, Sayara took it in point to measure her up. Her body was powerful, glistening with strength under the presence of the ring lights. She seemed about her height, and Sayara would just lightly cock her head to the side to observe Drasna’s frame from the side when she was turned to the fans.. her eyes glancing on her jiggly posterior.

A smile curved on the Tyrants face, as the sweet raven haired woman would clamber into the ring with her and offer a hand.

Sayara would take it.

Her fingers would slip into hers, and she’d lightly pull her close, one hand around her hip, her fingers just barely clenching at her ass.

“Hello- Drakon..”

She said, in an accented tone, she wasn’t used to speaking japanese yet. Her face was a little smaller than Drasna’s, but her curves fitted against her well, and Sayara would hold her very.. very close.

“Here to be slain?”

She quipped with a smile on her face, leaning in and claiming Drasna’s lips for her own with a kiss. Someone certainly seemed confident, her teeth teasing Drasna’s upper lip..

“Or to surrender?”

She said in a warning tone, fingers curling tighter around the fat ass of the Drakon..

“As a Tyrant, methods of making you do both are well known to me.”