Iria Luna vs ????? - Golden infatuation

[MsIshtar]

Standard Match
Win by Pin, Submission or KO
Hentai moves allowed

Step, step. Brief silence. Cheeky smile. Iria's fingers gently tapped the tip of the microphone she held to test if it worked properly, a hollowed echo rumbled across the arena as the audience waited expectantly what the blonde had to say. Today's match had been nothing short of a mystery, but it wouldn't be for long as the curtains of today's show rose with Iria approaching the mic to her mouth.

"My dear LAW. Did you miss me? I had to take care of some things back in Europe, but I'm finally back. And it feels so good to be here once again!" A loud approving cheering followed up across the crowd "But enough of that, we all know why we're here. " Iria made a brief pause while she kept strutting leisurely like she owned the place, she felt in control and had every intention to own this show. She wore her official wrestling attire, her leotard thighly pressed against her curvy figure as her golden hair fluttered slightly with each step.

Appearance

"Today's match is scheduled to be a standard match with hentai moves allowed. And I will tell you this... THIS will be a match that will be forever marked on LAW's history, a shangri-la for erotic wrestling for the days to come! As for today's opponent... I decided to give the bookers a break as I've already someone in mind. Now, now. Who could it be? She's really pretty, I wouldn't call her out in this kind of setting otherwise~" The blonde playfully teased her public

"Oh! But don't worry. She will show. You see. She's pretty desperate about proving herself so she just jumps at any opportunity whenever she's called out in any way, using petty names and titles like she's trying to make up for, pfffft... something else" Her voice cracked for a second as the blonde had to held her laugh -- "If it weren't so... why would she ever challenge much weaker opponents than her to boost her win record? Is she so scared she can't fight anyone else? ... Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough..."

"Rose Gold!" Iria shouted as the whole crowd's started muttering loudly in surprise, her tone carrying out a challenging and mischievous tone -- "I'll take you on and beat you. Take your body and whatever little nicknames that you've got for yourself! Let everyone hear your screams of pain as I break you! Let everyone hear your moans of pleasure as I fuck you. So... Why don't you come here my little sweet narcissist? Show that adorable face of yours! Come on now, don't make us wait!""

While Iria's entire spiel was mocking and contemptful, she was doing it more for the sake of the show rather than her own personal feelings, Iria didn't really hate Rose, after all she was an entertainer like her. While it was true she didn't like champions and people who held her achievements higher than it should, this was something else entirely different. Iria craved for some exciting action after being out for so long, and who was better than Rose Gold for it? Also, she was certain that Rose wasn't the kind of woman to let this kind of provocation to go unanswered. She wanted Rose, she wanted to see her expression as she dominated her into submission, stripping her out from everything she build on here on LAW. She wanted her to squirm in delight in her grasp until she couldn't take it any longer. And she couldn't wait to making it happen.

[SuckerPunch]

Black consumed the arena a moment after Iria's callout concluded. There was a moment of silence. A power outage?

Theme

(Start at 1:21 for replays)

The sudden pounding of music brought with it lights that flared in time with the beat. The song was instantly recognizeable. Music that had become synonymous with the League's Self-proclaimed Ace! Every pump of bass brought on another flicker of gold stage lighting. And with it another brief vision of the Venomous Vixen herself!

And when the beat dropped, the gold-toned lights flared fully to life! Gold confetti rained ceremoniously down from the ceiling. It refracted the light in a dazzling display of gaudy gold. And at the top of the stage stood the Lightweight Champion!

Spoiler

The woman who stood at the top of the ramp was undeniably Rose Gold. But everything about her seemed impossibly more... Radiant. Her trademark golden hair was tipped with brilliant pink. Her lips were painted as black as her intentions and highlighted her alabaster skin and the soft blush upon her cheeks. Her eyes were swept with black liner, angular and sharp. It made her honey-gold eyes glow, 24kt.

Gone was the headband, replaced instead by a spade shaped hairband made of her namesake, rose gold. Her attire was more complex. Sleeves and Leggings were both speckled with shiny rose gold highlights. A collared top with a window that exposed the valley between her firm, perky breasts. Like her hairband, this too was cut to the shape of a spade, though this one was inverted. Both symbolic of her status as Ace.

Her bottoms were practically lingerie. Barely there at all. So high-cut were they that the muscles of her kissable inner thigh were bare for the world to see. A centimeter or two from indecency. The back was cut like a thong, allowing her round, athletic backside to bounce with every step she took. Every aspect of her femininity was accentuated. One look at her was enough to make even the most vigilant of opponent feel their heart beat hasten.

And lastly, she carried the symbol of her reign. The crown that made her Queen. The Lightweight Title. It hung over her shoulder, clutched by one hand. It's face was showing, her name embroidered prominently upon it.

She marched towards the ring with a microphone in her other hand. It was brought to her painted lips with a wry smirk.

"Another night. Another woman begging for my attention." She paused to let the crowd beg, just as she was accusing Iria of doing. A cheap pop.

She climbed onto the ring apron and slipped through the ropes. The cameraman made sure to get a shot of her spread thighs as she bent below the third rope. Her attire hugged her so tightly that the act of bending over made contours of her core traceable against the fabric.

She ignored Iria for the moment as she approached the turnbuckle and climbed atop it. She thrust her belt skyward and demanded- "LAW! WELCOME YOUR ACE!" And they did. A deafening cacophony of cheers, whistles, boos, and denouncements. Not everyone loved Rose Gold. But not a soul was silent when she beckoned them!

She hopped down, turning to finally meet Iria's eyes. The other blonde was taller than her. A middleweight at least. She circled her. A slow circuit within which she consumed every inch of the woman's flesh. She spoke again once she finally reached her front. She needed to look up to her to meet her eyes. And so instead. She looked through her.

"While you were... Taking care of things in Europe." She dismissively waved a hand. "I was here! In LAW! Leading a revolution!" The crowd erupted once again. Rose would never admit it. But Iria had her pegged. She was too arrogant not to respond to the provocation.

"You're hoping that a match with me will make you famous, aren't you?" Her barbed words were delivered with a scythe like tongue. Sharp. Cutting.

"Or perhaps you're more simple than that? Are you perhaps a masochist? Eager to see how your body reacts to my whims in the ring?" She ran a hand up her own body, tracing the line of her hips, the swell of her breasts. Her cheeks took on a soft blush as she touched herself... There was no denying the sadist within Rose relished the idea of bending the beautiful woman in front of her.

"So tell me, Europe-chan. I am Rose Gold. The Lightweight Champion!" She paused. "The Ace of LAW!" another pause. "The Queen of the Lightweights!" She took a step forward and pressed an index finger towards Iria's chest in accusation.

"Who the hell are -you- to challenge -me-!?"

[MsIshtar]

But of course, what would be an entrance without a little show? Lights went off in preparation for Rose's grand entrance before she strutted towards the ring. Iria scoffed at Rose's first accusation, it was hard for her not to laugh, SHE of all people? Begging the attention of another woman? The blonde had but to ask to make almost anyone fall under her charms, and Rose was no exception... or at least that's what crossed Iria's mind. The lightweight champion flaunted her belt for all to see as she climbed the turnbuckles and demanded the applause of the crowd, dismissing Iria as she did so. Albeit the response of the crowd was mixed, no one didn't reply to her call.

And then they met, Iria stood tall with one hand confidently at her hips as Rose began circling her, appraising every part of her voluptuous figure with thirsting eyes. The European didn't mind that look at all, in fact she even posed for her opponent, pushing her hips and breasts so they'd accentuate her curves. As she did so, she also gazed at Rose's lithe and sexy form, admiring it along her choice of outfit. She couldn't wait to make Rose hers tonight.

The blonde's eyebrows raised in amusement as the lightweight champion didn't look her up in the eyes. Her smug expression didn't disappear as Rose began talking to her, while everything that Rose said could make the blood of any other wrestler boil in anger, that didn't quite work on Iria. Not even the final accusation, which would be met by the blonde taking a step back and performing a curtsy, too theatrical to be meant seriously.

"Your highness..." Iria said softly with an odd mix of grace and mockery, a subtle affront before she brought one of her hands to her chests -- "I am Iria Luna" A slightly longer pause as she let her name fill the arena before she made a flourish towards the audience with both hands.

"The Golden Witch!!!" Iria's smiled broadly as the crowd received her with a mixture of different reactions, just as Rose, no one was left indifferent about her. While she hadn't participated in a lot of fights here in law, she most certainly did in Europe, she was well-known for being an entertainer who made any chart rating go up by using drama and sensuality, along with her top-notch wrestling skills.

As their audience continued to acclaim her, Iria's eyes met Rose's and without saying a word to her she spoke with a condescending smirk. She didn't need to flaunt her titles, nicknames, achievements or anything to make the crowd go wild. The only thing she needed was but be on stage. And just as the crowd reaction began to die out, Iria approached Rose Gold while swaying her hips sensually, getting so close that their bodies could almost feel each other.

"Dear, dear. You're so wrong that I don't even know where to start! Famous? You could have already guessed it, but I'm. I've participated in wrestling matches from every part of the globe, anything fame related? Been there, done that... Me? A masochist? Fufufu..." -- Iria chuckled as she shook her head, she'd look at her foe as she brushed her lower lip with her tongue, a sadist expression adorning her face as her hand began sensually caressing Rose's exposed midriff, her laced clad fingers trailing each part of Rose's delicious body -- "... I'll let you be the judge of that sweetie"


"It's a lot simpler than that my dear Rose, let onee-sama spell things out for you" -- Iria would close in more, her breasts pressing against Rose as one of her hand would give a light squeeze to her ass, leaning in closer so she could whisper into her ear.

"... You want to beat me up and fuck me in front of everyone, right?... I can tell by the way you looked at me while you touched your body before" Iria leaned back as she smiled at Rose "... Guess what I'm after. LAW's Ace~"

[SuckerPunch]

There was an undeniable appeal to the woman who stood in the ring with her. A magnetism that caused her exposed skin to erupt with gooseflesh. Rose was a powerful, clever woman. But she was a slave to her base impulses. A primal force of nature that saw no reason not to take what she wanted. And as Iria flaunted her fabulous body, she began to plant herself in Rose's mind as an object of desire.

The woman boldly moved closer. Her hips were impossible to lose track of. Her golden eyes followed them like a hypnotist's pendulum as they swayed. They didn't meet. But they were close enough that they could feel eachother's sensuality. Close enough to make her skin crawl with need.

Then she felt a brushing of fingers across her belly. The lace of her gloves tickled her taut, muscled abdomen. She purred, a rumbling, treble filled sound that rolled up from deep in her belly and spilled it's approval out of her lips. "Mmnn~" It was an instinctive and primal sound of need. She wore her libido on her sleeve.

Iria's arm snaked around Rose Gold's body as she gently pressed against her. She leaned into the Lightweight Champion as she sought to catch her attention with a whisper.

Rose pulled away to look into Iria's eyes.

And bit her lip. The proposition of sex and violence was too much for the Sinister Siren to resist. Her arms wove around Iria.

"Onee-chan..." Her words were breathy.

Her left around her waist, pulling her close and forcing their bodies together fully. A meeting of hip bones, bare thigh, and midriff. Her other teased about her back and ran fingers through her beautiful blonde hair.

"...I can't wait... To hurt you... And make you worship me!" She was in heat.

And she pressed forward to capture the girl's lips in a hungry, eager kiss. To fill her enemies throat with her panted moans of desire. She sought to part her lips and entangle her tongue with Iria's as the crowd erupted in anticipation. Iria's temptation had worked. Rose had accepted.

For a Sex Fight, this signature was as good as her name on the dotted line. And if Iria took on her kiss, the bout would begin. The bell would ring. And the world would be treated to a bout of sensual violence between two of the most erotic women in the world!

[MsIshtar]

It felt like an ice wall melting under her hands. Iria didn't had the wrong idea about Rose, she was just like her, a woman who lived by nothing else than her own whims and desires. And so, she only had to ignite them with temptation, Rose's golden eye's yearning for affection were a testament of the success of her temptation. Feeling herself being pulled towards her lovely soon-to-be-foe in what anyone would describe as a lover's hug, Iria giggled playfully as their figures fully met one another, purring softly from the intimate contact as Rose's digits trailed her golden hair.

"That's right Rose-chan... Although... Your lips were meant to kiss my body..." She said quietly with a breathy voice, accepting her rival's challenge as a soothing calmness enveloped her mind. Soon to be preceded by a storm. A storm of emotions as Rose went ahead to take a kiss from her lips. Iria closed her eyes expectantly as she allowed it, needing to feel her touch.

"Mmmh.... mnnh...." From the first second the kiss left her breathless, a gush of sensations clouded her mind as Rose lapped her tongue against hers and moaned inside her... Each second. With each second she felt her body burning up from passionate lust, she felt her beating of her heart pounding harder against her chest, she felt her nipples slowly getting harder against the tight fabric of her leotard, she felt her mind going haywire as sparks of pleasure were born between her legs, threatening to collapse her entire being. Was she going to get wet... from just a kiss? No way...

One of her knees shook, moans ravenously left her lips under Rose's technique, everything she had to offer was being tasted away. Iria was an experienced woman, but her cheeks blushed brightly like her first kiss had just been stolen. Yet this kiss meant more, it was a silent contract which they both signed as soon as their lips met. A bell rang. It had begun.

Waiting for this signal, Iria's arms whipped towards Rose suddenly, seeking to entangle her lithe figure along her arms under her passionate embrace. Of the violent kind. Lifting Rose from the floor just enough that their faces would be in the same level.

If she did so, Iria would hold Rose closer to her, to close to comfort as she squeezed her foe as hard as she could against her frame, turning a sensual caress into a punishing bearhug. That said, Iria wouldn't allow any of Rose's screams to leave her lips as she pressed herself forward in the kiss, her tongue reaching deeper against her opponent's as she began devouring her with frenzied lust, she'd return the pleasure she just felt with more than enough interests. Giving Rose exactly what she promised, sex and violence.

[SuckerPunch]

The insatiable succubus drank deeply of the lust she inspired in Iria. The woman's purring moan reverberated within her mouth, resonating with her own sensual sounds of satisfaction. "Mmmn~ Nn~" She basked in her opponent's taste with panting indulgence. All while ensuring that she was overwhelmed by her own. Fresh strawberries and the first rain of spring. That was the flavor that filled the Golden Witch's lovely young mouth.

Rose was a vile and brutal combat athlete. But she also had the most talented mouth in the league. Her tongue was the only muscle on her body that worked harder than her heart. Women like Eirina Makishima and Kyoko Akan had wilted against those full, pink lips. And Iria would be no different.

Meant for her body? She didn't know the half of it. Her eyes slid closed and she poured herself into the kiss. A trance-like state where she synchronized with every intimate fiber of Iria's being.

So close were their nubile bodies that Rose could feel the moment her nipples began to pucker. Rose pressed into her. She felt the woman's lower half tremble... She knew her flower was in bloom under the erotic duress of her Golden Tongue. Rose kissed her deeper. She felt the heat rise from Iria's cheeks at the same time her lips worked more on moaning than kissing. Rose devoured her.

The bell rang. The match had begun. Though Rose paid it no mind. She had begun her attack before the bell had made it official.

Iria's hands traveled from her ass to the small of her back. The woman embraced her and brought her closer. Her own nipples now hard, not just from the grace of Iria's tongue, but the masturbatory feeling of dominating this arrogant antagonist's femininity!

"Mmmn~ MMF!" Her eyes shot wide as she felt herself pulled entirely from the Earth!

A scream filled Iria's throat, louder, more violent then her moans. But they were muffled by Iria's mouth. Her back bowed as their kiss became something more dangerous!

The kiss was no longer two-sided. Iria's arms bent her painfully, torturing the muscles in the small of her back! Her legs kicked up and wrapped around Iria's waist. They squeezed as she bucked herself upwards to lessen the strain. This also resulted in her thrusting her thinly veiled sex against Iria's belly. There was no hiding the heat of her arousal.

Every squeeze forced a fresh cry from her lips. A succulent fruit of suffering that was accompanied by her tongue twitching and spasming against Iria's. The other blonde could see it in her eyes. She was panicked. And suffering. And -so- fucking turned on!

[MsIshtar]

The clashing of carnal desire would transform in a ruthless clinch as soon as the bell rang, the Golden Witch's arm ferociously held her foe's waist and arms under them as she hoisted her in a bearhug! She wrenched Rose's lithe figure painfully in the hold, overpowering her as she hurt her back as much as she could. That said, she didn't break the kiss, she loved the taste of strawberries too much after all.

"Mmmn... Mnnnh~" Now it was her turn to attack, she let her tongue run wild in the kiss. No, calling it a kiss would be wrong. She wasn't devouring her either, she was dominating her. Her tongue wrestled Rose's down with primal lust, pleasing her because she wanted to, marking her as her property, her essence flooding into her.

"Nmnh!" Suddenly, she protested. Feeling Rose's legs coiling around her midsection, her thighs tightening up against her waist. She felt her foe's sex pressing against her belly... Rose's tongue and body slightly quivered. That's exactly what Iria wanted... Why not doing that again?

She smoothly forced Rose to grind herself against her taut belly by relaxing and contracting her arms, keeping the pressure of the deadly hug.
And again,
Punishing her body once again, she forced her foe to hump her lush body. Making her slit tighten up against her torso.
And again,
She hugged her tighter whenever Rose's figure spasmed, kissing her deeper as she did so.
And again,
How did it felt to get aroused more and more at the same time your entire being was being squeezed?
And again.

"Pfaaaaaaah... haaaa...." Reluctantly, Iria broke the kiss as she forcefully parted her lips from Rose's, a thick trail of saliva was separating their lips. Panting for air as she felt her body pulsing, yearning for more affection. -- "..Aah... fufufu.... You're so cute~" The golden witch could barely speak as she giggled, too ecstatic from what just happened as she looked at Rose's aroused expression.

Then she unclasped her hands while still holding her opponent up in the air, Iria would reach lower and try to grab her opponent's thigh with one hand... and unless Rose acted quicky, she'd find herself being slammed harshly back-first against the canvas and the blonde's frame with a spinebuster, no respite for the wicked!

[SuckerPunch]

It wasn't uncommon to see Rose Gold locked in a kiss. To witness her mouth work against screams. What was rare, was for her to be on the losing side of the engagement.

Her tongue conformed and abided to Iria's as she imposed her will upon her. The only semblance of fight came in the form of her mouth matching up with the sounds of her piteous cries of pain!

Her eyes fluttered witb relief as her waistlock helped to alleviate some of the strain on her back. It seemed to convince her larger, more powerful foe to relinquish some of her hold. But this relief was only momentary.

"MMNFFF!" She cried out horribly as Iria redoubled her grip! It bowed her back and caused her arms to seize outward, like downward pointing wings!

And then she released her again. No... That wasn't quite right. She was guiding her. Her thighs were spread. Her womanhood was vulnerable. And Iria was forcing her to grind against her heavenly body!

"mnnnn~" Her moans were involuntary. She felt the firmness of her foes abdomen as it caressed her. Her hips betrayed her, bucking in time with Iria's rough treatment. Forcing her lust soaked sex to grind against her. Her clit, hard and visible against her briefs, teased along Iria's body.

The heat in her body ran up her thighs and met the chill of pain in her back. The dual stimuli caused her to begin to drool outside of their lip lock.

She moaned and screamed in alternatingly as Iria dominated her body. It was too much! Her pussy was melting! Her mind was a tumult of stimulus! She... She couldn't breathe!!

And when the kiss broke, her head fell backwards. Gasping and slavering with hollow eyes and red cheeks. Defenseless.

Iria's slam brought her to the mat like a Meteor. She tried to scream, but it was just gasping and coughing! Her hips bucked as a hand moved to paw at the small of her back.

Her eyes closed hard enough to force them to tear as air briefly flooded her burning lungs. She sobbed pitifully.

Her opening gambit had been turned around on her fully. It had left her spread out on the canvas. Her eyes rolling. Her mouth slack and panting. And her thighs spread and damp.

"Ohhh... ueeee..."

It hurt... so good...

[MsIshtar]

A smile adorned Iria's pretty face as she looked at Rose's helpless expression. She had her. That said, she was going to let her go... on the mat... with a merciless spinebuster. Boom! The ring shook as both woman impacted against the canvas, the Golden Witch laid atop her devastated opponent, her lithe figure shuddering with pain and arousal.

And then, Iria leaned closer to Rose, their faces oh so close that they could feel each other's warmth. The blonde looked at her foe with endearing eyes, the crowd went silent with anticipation as they expected yet another kiss when... A sharp sound lashed. Iria threw a punch at her foe's exposed belly, a vicious strike that would put many top strikers to shame. She sought to awaken Rose from her dazed state, awakening to Iria's purple eyes gazing down at her sadistically. The Golden Witch wasn't here to love her, she was going to show her hell before sending her into a blissful heaven of pleasure.

"Mmmh~... That voice suits you so much Rose-chan. I can't wait to make you my plaything~" Iria purred, her fist shoving into her taut midriff in a twisting motion for a few moments. After that, she scooted herself backwards, kneeling in front of Rose's downed figure as she admired her handiwork, her foe's legs spread as they revealed her barely covered sex, which was dripping with arousal. Amused, Iria brought one hand closer to it, trailing one finger across her foe's slit through her briefs.

"My... What's this?" Iria feigned ignorance as she started teasing Rose's sex -- "You're so wet from a little kissing and hugging? How naughty! Onee-sama will have to make sure to punish you~" She cooed, pushing the fabric of her bottom's inside her as she slid a finger into her.

"Tell me you want to feel my touch... Right here, right now... Say how much you want to be fucked by me..." She whispered as she pushed her finger deep within her, caressing her walls with her digit as she waited for Rose's reply. Though it didn't matter her reply, Rose's body couldn't lie to her.

The Golden Witch would take one of her opponent's legs with both arms, spreading her thighs more before mounting her own crotch on top of Rose's, she was going to trib her into oblivion. She started swaying her hips sensually as she let her slit rub against her foe's in circular motions -- "Mmmh... nnh... Aaahn~" Iria would moan in pleasure, she was already aroused already from the kissing and her sadistic indulgences, but she was getting more into the mood. After that, she'd start pacing herself as she'd thrusht her hips forward smoothly. Satiating her own sexual hunger as she began fucking Rose.

[SuckerPunch]

"Ah..." Her perfect lips parted in a soft, pained moan as her arched back gave out and left her spread flat upon the canvas. She took in Iria's expression through her wince. She knew the look in her eyes all too well. She was in love. But not with Rose Gold. No... She was in love with her own hunger.

She pleaded with her body to move. The result was the faintest of twitches and the beginnings of some form of response. The world might have thought the two blonde's were going to kiss. But Rose knew better. And she also knew it was too late.

"Oof!" The graceless sound came from her mouth as Iria's fist buried itself in her belly. Her eyes widened in pain... And then knit in defiance. She stared up at Iria, her teeth bared in a grimace of suffering as she forced herself not to cough. "F-fuck you-" She spat words instead.

"AHHHHH~" A shrill, agonized sound erupted from her. She couldn't resist as Iria violently twisted her fist like a dagger, grinding the muscles of her already breathless belly painfully! It forced her body to fold in on itself, bringing her face closer to Iria, a hair's distance away from another kiss. Instead her screams caressed the Golden Witches face, rather than her painted black lips.

All of that defiance left her body with her breath. She flopped and gasped and when Iria's finger graced her sodden flower she purred like a kitten. That purr bled into involuntary drunken mewling as Iria's digit intruded upon her eager sex. If her attire didn't already make it clear enough, then touching it made it undeniable... She wore nothing beneath them. Her entrance was burning hot to the touch, even through the thin veil of lycra that hid it.

"O-" She rasped. "Onee-sama~" The words snuck out of her throat like thieves in the night. Her brain was addled by lust and concussive force.

She was as tight as she was small, barring her entry without effort. But once her forced lover got her finger past the first knuckle, her sex sucked upon it greedily. As if it would break her finger right off. "H-haaahn~ M-my pussy- Y-you're stirring me up! F-feels good!" It wasn't exactly an answer to Iria's question in the classical sense, but it would do.

The sudden removal of Iria's finger was a shock to her system. A gasp accompanied it. The first that she'd made this night that hadn't involved her poor tummy being tortured. She was too dazed to move, but the hollow feeling within her entrance made her hazy mind yearn for... Something. It was a slow return to consciousness.

Her thighs spread readily, exposing herself to Iria as she pulled her leg up and over her shoulder. The fingerfucking she'd received, brief as it might have been, had displaced her attire. Her briefs were wedgied into her crotch. Her perfectly smooth labia were puckered around the fabric. Swollen, pink, and glistening with lust, they were eager to meet their matching pair. The crest of her clitoris just barely visible against the lycra.

"Ohhhn~" She let out a shuddering sound as they bodies connected. Her body jolted, as if she was hit with a surge of electricity. Iria aggressively bucked against her, and Rose's body shook from the efforts. Her perky tits bounced in her painted-on top the other blonde asserted her dominance. Her pussy, sopping, soaked Iria's attire, making their embrace ever-easier. "Hn~ Ahn~ W-ait~"

She got a word out. Her muscles were contracting but her senses were returning. And just in time for Iria to start to slow down. Her ears rang. Increasing and decreasing in pitch with each one of her foes rhythmic thrusts. Iria was playing with her... No, she was playing with herself, using her. The thought made her blood boil. Even if it turned her on. How dare she! "D-don't!"

There it was. The last piece of her mental. The spite.

Rose's lower half felt like it was going to melt. Her belly was tight with pleasure. She was close... She knew she was. How couldn't she be? That pompous bitch had drawn first blood... But she'd be damned if she'd go down without a fight. Everything occurring below the waist was a maelstrom of sensations. She couldn't rely on her sense of touch. So instead she focused on the harmonizing of their moans. Her own voice escaping her mouth shamelessly. Iria's indulgently.

"Ahn~ Nnnn- No- Mmn!"

She timed them. And on one of Iria's back thrusts, she bucked upwards with all of the strength her body had been recovering! Her hands would shoot for Iria's ankles. A ferocious push that sought a reversal of fortunes! To put Iria upon her back and invert their positions!