Outmatched in Oil Semifinals - Angelina Tarrant v. Shelby "Little Dollie" Marwood

[Monsy]

“Zip it, slut!” Angelina made a hand gesture that clamped her thumb against her middle and ring finger. The one damn thing about having your eyes smeared, is that the reflex to close becomes way too fuckin’ strong. That’s what Angelina dealt with after she was free. Her hands immediately went there, and them being oily too didn’t help shit. Her eyelids felt like crusts, folded into these crescent chips, with all the fuckin’ salt making her eyes water, sting and feel fifty layers of pure suck.

“Uggghhhhhh...” Angelina rolled over and got on all fours.

Her head shook, and her hair fell all around her in this encompassing curtain. She peeped, but her eyelids spasmed and fought this vehemently, making it so she needed to use her palms to push up on her brows, forcing the eyes to open. Irritated balls of purple, cream and white are what they were. What she did see was layered over in blurr, like staring out a 144p monitor, with faint colours working horribly together like a computer from 1999.

“Who needs eyes!--” Angelina sat on her calves and started touching the air around her, trying to orient herself. “Get ya cabbage-patch-bitch-ass ovah here! I ain’t playin’ marco-polo with ya!” She began to crawl. Just one problem: she was facing the exact opposite way.

[Flamintree]

She lowered her arms a bit as she watched her opponent roar for revenge and lunge... away from her. Her hands fell from in front of her chest and face to come to rest on her hips as she took advantage of the moment to catch a quick breather and a bit of entertainment on the side. After a few seconds of watching her rival scramble and catching her breath, she decided to finally take action to punish her opponent for her mistake.

The Little Dollie strolled over to her rival's side, radiating confidence as she did so, then swung out her foot to plant a kick right in her foe's stomach. It wasn't just a random act of cruelty, though, as Shelby had an led the kick so that it would flip Angelina onto her back...

And give herself the perfect opening to attack. While her opponent was blinded and on her back, she lifted her foot and stomped on her enemy's pussy. Her heel split the other woman's lower lips as she began to finger the Marauder with her foot. Foot the Marauder? Eh, it didn't roll off the tongue the way finger did. Regardless, she hoped that the pain from the stomp would briefly stun her opponent and give her more time with the foot.

"Come on, Miss Marauder!" She taunted. "You can do better than this!" Despite her confidence, however, she knew that this position was not feasible for long. Already, she was preparing to slam her eyelids shut. With her tenuous balance thanks to the oil covering her body, she knew it wouldn't be too difficult for her foe to sweep out her legs. In preparation, she angled herself so that she would fall on top of Angelina if her foe decided they need go down and dirty.

[Monsy]

Not seeing wasn’t soooo bad. Except for the eyes.
It just made her face clench. And for a change of pace, she didn’t need to worry about some train barrelling through her body and sending her flying coast to coast. Nah. Just a boot. A very mean and sudden flick into her toned tummy. The force went all across her smooth abs and made the skin shiver, stirring her insides in the non-kind way.

She tipped onto her side, then back. Her arms went across her gut, and she made a delayed wheeze. “Bwuggh…”

Encore! Fate said, with its oiled foot ramming into her pink, clean-shaven pussy. “H-HEEPP!” Angelina yelped like her tail was viciously stomped. An immediate arch went into her back, with her hands down, clawing, head thrown into the oiled mats where her horn dug. She clenched teeth, moaned from the groin strike, and with her majora split by a soft heel, she was treated to sensations equivalent to a small carpet, rubbing her up and down. A broad violating touch. It didn’t feel good. It didn’t feel bad. Just humiliating.

“You’re fuckin’ GROSS, yo!” Angelina had to say, having now propped back on both elbows. Then, one leg enveloped their balancing leg, right around the calf. Right afterwards, Angelina tried to jerk her second foot free, pull the knee in, point, then slam her sole in the general direction of Shelby’s waistline. Her best guess, that is, then complete the leg trip!

[Flamintree]

In all honesty, after the initial aggression, she'd been expecting Angelina to have been a difficult opponent to overcome. That kind of fire didn't usually get to the goddamn semifinals in any tournament unless it had a significant amount of skill to back it up. She wondered if she'd even needed to use any underhanded tactics at all, given that the Marauder was turning out to be a less formidable foe than Shelby had worried. The Little Dollie couldn't help but grin as she watched her cocky opponent squirm, even if only for a moment.

Of course, Angelina eventually did decide to fight back, but she made sure to get in a good couple seconds of stimulation with the ball of her foot before the other girl's leg slammed into her side. Having prepared for it, she didn't make much of an effort to resist as she came tumbling down... right on top of her blinded rival. Immediately, her eyes slammed shut as she prepared for a retaliation in the same vein as what she'd done. Even though she'd been expecting for her foe to lash out, it still didn't prepare her to have the wind knocked out of her as she slammed into her rival's nude form.

Immediately, her hands lashed out without strategy. Her eyes being closed prevented her foe from returning the favour, yes, but it also prevented her from seeing. That meant that she was just latched on to whatever piece of skin that she could get her hands into. One set of nails dug into the Marauder's breast while the other smashed into her face. Unfortunately, there was almost no doubt that Shelby herself would be forced to endure a similar onslaught as she committed to duking it out on the floor like this. No taunt from her came this time, only grunts as she fought to try and claim the top position.

[Monsy]

The Marauder simply didn’t have the padding to eat that sorta thing.
Another body claps onto her, and it sounds like a wet lip smack. They slide together with negative friction wiping swaths of nudity together. Belly, hips and a bit of breast. Angelina’s lungs made a groan. Her throat strains and she feels fluttery. Being clawed into woke her up. Her back arched from the claw on her breast. The nipple feels warmer and warmer, and she bites her lip. Her head moves to the side when grabbed at.

So many tiny little digits, all sprawled across her face: what-ever shall she do?
First, she grabbed the wrist. The one trying to maul her face. She then grabbed two of Shelby’s fingers and bent them back. Firmly, but deliberate and tactical, attempting to assert control. "Go on a fuckin' diet before ya fall on me again.” Angelina spoked strained and irritated.

And while she bucked and looked for freedom, she’d try to get her hips out from underneath Shelby, hoping that the finger control, the moderate pain and threat of more would make Shelby putty for Angelina’s next move, and it was quite simple: get to Shelby’s side, then wrap arms around her, push into her and try and tackle, landing in a slippery side control —across Shelby’s tits.

[Flamintree]

To put it eloquently, Shelby had fucked up.

She'd gone down on her opponent so hard that it had snapped the Marauder out of the daze that the Little Dollie had been exploiting thus far. There was the damage that she'd already done, but now her wrist was trapped.

Now, if it had just been the retaliation, Shelby might have been able to keep her advantage. She was incredibly strong for a lightweight, after all. Unfortunately, another factor working in Angelina's favour was the surprise. The Little Dollie hadn't been expected such a quick recovery, and for her mistake she now found her fingers being bent back as she struggled to regain her control.

In a moment she found the tables flipped on her as her back slammed into the oily floor. Boobs squished against boobs as Angelina slammed her down into a side control position. Her cute face was marred with a grimace of pain, but she wasn't panicking. This would be really bad if it were a normal wrestling match, especially since her opponent's dominant position meant that she'd have little chance of breaking free under normal wrestling rules.

But this wasn't a normal wrestling match.

Immediately her right hand shot out, sliding under the Marauder's belly to reach her womanhood. There wasn't any gentle caressing or taunts or foreplay now. She didn't have the luxury of time on her side anymore. Instead, her slender digits immediately split her opponent's entrance and began fingering as quickly as she could.

With her other arm, she had to make sure that Angelina didn't capitalise on this advantage. She quickly locked her arm around Angelina's head to force her to stay in this pin, using all of her strength to make sure that they stayed in a position like this. At least here, she could retaliate. If she lost that, things would really start looking bad for her. Now, she just had to grit her teeth, shut her eyes, and pray she could win a war of attrition.

[Monsy]

She learned a thing or two about how to grip people even when they’re lathered in slip-juice. Use her legs. So she starts by bringing up her knee closest to Shelby’s head. Up, over the bitch’s face, then slide it over, semi-carefully trying NOT to knee them in the head for the sake of oh-so-precious rules.

This spread her soft legs nicely. A hand brushed her sensitive tummy, and it sucked in. It reached her pelvis, slipped between her thighs, then she swallowed her fuck-up in a gulp. Perhaps too late.

“H-hahhh…” A full sensation makes her immediately whimper. Her walls squeeze Shelby’s finger, slipping through her insides, stirring and caressing with heavily lubricated sleek digits. Angelina rolls her hips and feels shivers rack her from hips to toe. It rolls up her stomach, so she curls it, has her head trapped, then groans with her face being slathered in lube.

The slowly heat built inside her, and she was finding herself unable to squeeze Shelby’s digits for long. Her sex drooled. “h-hagh..-H-HOLY FUCK!!” She convulses and kicks the mat with curled toes. “L-Little… SHIT!” And she growls, biting her tongue. She humps Shelby’s shoulder every second second, at worst trying to escape the rhythm. Her heat climbs. She moans once, angelic, slow and somewhat high-pitch. Then whines, frustrated and battling…

And after a failed attempt to push on the canvas, still very stuck, Angelina slides her hand down Shelby’s slippery stomach and reaches for her opponent’s untouched sex, and takes her ring and middle finger to stimulate the girl’s clit, returning stimuli with fast, circular motions.

[Flamintree]

Shelby grit her teeth as she felt her opponent's fingers slipping between her thighs and into her womanhood. It was an inevitability given what she'd done herself, but it was one that she'd been prepared for. Knowing it was coming didn't do much to help her actual endurance, but at least it had safeguarded her from being caught off guard by the attack and allowed her to prepare her mind to focus on keeping her own orgasm in while remaining unrelenting with her own assault.

It was a natural movement to the Little Dollie, pumping her fingers in and out of the Marauder in a persistent rhythm. The oil from the mat had soaked her fingers at this point, unintentionally lubing them up and making it even easier for Shelby to pump into Angelina harder and faster than she would have otherwise.

However, the same was also true of Angelina's attack on her own pussy. She didn't have any funny retorts now, just shut eyes and grit teeth as she did everything to control her own body and slow down the buildup to her climax. Her toes curled a little from the pleasure shooting through her body, but she endured for now and continued to take advantage of the head start she'd gotten here. No matter how brief, any advantage was one she needed to make full use of.

Still, there was one big problem that her current position was posing to her. With Angelina on top of her, it was becoming pretty difficult for her to breathe. The other woman's chest seemed to crush her against the mat, making it difficult for her to properly inhale. That meant that she was burning more energy than she normally would otherwise, taking rapid breaths to make up for the oxygen lost from her own chest being smushed under Angelina's weight.

[Monsy]

The slippery oil made her feel insinuated. And with a body underneath her, she felt herself sweat. Her swelling vulva filled and stretched by bigger hands, terse in their rhythm and giving her a sense of full-ness. Like a DJ’s beat, she felt a wave, shocking her body down to her toes and on her tailbone, sending up the spine and tickling her navel into sucking in. Teeth grit, face flushed, she fought the sensations…

Mounting and mounting…
Her brain started whisking away to think of Shelby’s smell and her own. Her fingers worked subconsciously to stir Shelby’s clitoral hood like a pot. She felt worried about slowing down at any point, finding herself needing a breath to moan out and recollect, then drop her hips lower onto Shelby’s hand, suck in more friction before her need to win brought her back.

“f-fuuhhh-uuccckkk.”
Angelina’s foot kicked the ground in one-two patterns. Her body wracked with a shiver.
“FUCK!” And she growled, uttering a low groan as her gaze looked into a sexual-induced glower, panting as her belly knotted. She felt the inevitable inside her, like a growing warm anaesthetic about to whisk her away into a screaming cloud-nine. It was already in her legs, rendering her unable to close them, quaking when Shelby unknowingly hit her sweet points.

“n-naH!” But she wouldn’t have it that way.

Angelina gave up attacking Shelby’s sex and instead pressed both hands onto the ground, then pushed up to attempt to break the side control headlock. If she did, her leg would swing over their head, and Angelina rotated her body on top of them forty-five degrees. Her head perfectly positioned by their sex while Angelina had her sheening thighs now locking around Shelby’s head, fresh with sweat and oil and needy heat.

For the main course, Angelina hooked one hand around Shelby’s thigh, clawed into it, then pried with a scratching pull! Second, another hand pushed open Shelby’s other leg, leaving her nice and spread for Angelina to dive in with her mouth, attaching it to the top of their vulva. Her lips locked around it, suckled and kissed. Her tongue, wide and flat on the end, pushed down to begin stroking the erogenous zone in a warm-wet, rhythmic tongue-bath.

[Flamintree]

Shelby hadn't hit Angelina's weak spot on purpose, but she did take notice of the much greater reaction she'd managed to elicit when she'd pleasured that area. Using that information, she did her best to recreate the position and angle that she'd taken to maximise her opponent's ecstasy and push her towards orgasm.

She gained a small victory as she felt her foe's fingers slide out of her pussy, but she knew well that it wasn't a sure sign that she'd won this first round. Indeed, the control that Angelina had over their battle with her position proved dangerous as she lost her grip on her rival's womanhood and found herself in a sixty nine with the other woman.

It hadn't been what she'd been expecting, but she was an adaptable fighter. She immediately began muff diving, her tongue pushing the already stimulated folds of her opponent aside to let it slide in. She licked the precum off of the Marauder's lower walls, continuing her strategy of absolute offence as she did her best to take advantage of the damage she'd already done to her rival's self-control and finish the job.

Unfortunately, it was a task easier said than done. She squeezed her thighs around the redhead's head as a surge of pleasure began to rush through her own pelvis. That rough tongue sliding inside her filled her with ecstasy that she couldn't help but express through moaning. Her noise of pleasure were muffled by the fact that she had a face full of her opponent's pussy, but the attack was definitely having its effect on her.

She saw an opportunity to uneven the odds, however. Her hands came up and squeezed Angelina's bum before sliding her fingers into the redhead's butt for a two-pronged attack on both of her foe's lower holes.