Madeline Christiansen vs Natasha Loclear

[lyannapelon]

Upon hearing such a ridiculous accusation from Madeline the Frenchwoman locked eyes with her without taking her lips away from the woman's breast, one eyebrow rising to give her a look of disbelief. She was sorely tempted to chide her rival for even suggesting such a thing but decided instead to punish her, in a sense anyways as she pulled Madeline's nipple between her teeth for a tender bite, rolling it back and forth while enjoying the look on her face. In her experience with her British foe Natasha had learned just how sharp her mind was despite whatever was in the water in England, meaning it was of the utmost importance that Madeline's thoughts be kept on pleasure, pain, and all the fun in between.

The crowd seemed to be holding its breath as the tension rose with every second Madeline spent within the grasp of Natasha, the Frenchwoman's fingers and lips drawing her steadily closer to the orgasm that would end this match. This tension would vanish in a roaring cheer once Madeline found her angle of attack, showcasing the power in her legs as she burst out of the hold and flipped the tables on the blunette who found herself underneath Madeline before she knew what had happened!

First step for Natasha was to bridge upward and throw Madeline off of her, but before she could even plant her feet Madeline clamped her thighs around Natasha's own in a vice like grip and spread her wide open! "One...I don't show off, I just do!" She finally got the words off her chest while twisting her upper body left and right, testing how locked down Madeline had her until the fingering began and her body shuddered in answer. "Annnnnnd two...this seems fair to me~" The first word came out in a half shout, Madeline's pumping fingers to blame, but her usual playful tone returned as she reached around Madeline to sink her fingers into both of the Brit's plump tits, tugging on them to help pull herself into as close to sitting upright as she could while roughly kneading the warm tit flesh!

[Lightman]

Madeline’s grin widened as she tightened her grip, her thighs flexing with purpose as she kept Natasha pinned beneath her. The makeshift spladle had the blunette trapped beautifully, her legs spread and hips anchored against the mat, leaving the Brit in perfect control. Sweat gleamed along Madeline’s toned frame as she shifted her weight forward, planting her free palm on one of Natasha’s shoulder while rolling her hips to keep the pressure constant. “You always make such a fuss when you’re losing ground, love.” Madeline teased, her green eyes flashing with wicked delight. “But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it a dramatic performance~.” The crowd’s noise only spurred her on, a low hum of approval buzzing beneath the rhythm of their movements, and Madeline relished every second. The power, the tension, the feeling of Natasha struggling against her.

The Brit’s breath hitched when Natasha’s hands suddenly slid up her body, fingers sinking roughly into her breasts and kneading with shameless intent. The sensation jolted through Madeline like a live wire, her body arching instinctively as a soft gasp escaped her lips. “Oh, you cheeky-” she breathed out, the words laced with laughter and heat in equal measure. Natasha used the tug on her chest to pull herself partially upright, but Madeline pressed back towards her immediately, her weight shifting to drive the Frenchwoman flat once more. “I know my tits are nice, but that won't get you out of this!” Madeline retorted teasingly, though her breathing betrayed the spark running through her. She leaned in close enough to stare into Natasha's eyes, green eyes locked to blue pools. “Perhaps a wager? See who cums first like this? Though admittedly everyone will have a lovely view seeing you burst like a geyser~.” With that, she bore down again, her thighs tightening around Natasha’s legs, her deft fingers pumping Natasha’s pussy with fervour and purpose. Her hips rolling ever so slightly as she reasserted control, matching every touch of Natasha’s hands with a sharp, playful defiance that left no doubt: Madeline was enjoying every second of the fight.

[lyannapelon]

"Tch!"Natasha physically couldn't have clicked her tongue any louder as she made her annoyance heard by her foe from across the Channel, her body struggling to rise despite the pressure Madeline was exerting down onto her. Just as she had thought she had found a path to freedom Madeline, as all British loved to do, shut the door in her face and drove her right back down onto the mat beneath her. "Ground is only truly lost if one can't reclaim it dear..." She had meant the words to sound more insightful but that was difficult to accomplish when one was also wincing and fighting back the urge to moan from the fingers toying with her pussy!

Her grip upon Madeline's tits grew tighter with every passing second...or more accurately with every passing flick of those fingers through her silken folds. Despite this the Brit showed so sign of relenting, having decided fingering Natasha was worth any ache in her breasts. She had to flip the tables on Madeline for even if she could only manage a partial flip it was better than remaining trapped until an inevitable orgasm. "Why does this have to be one orgasm fall?" The frustration was clear in her voice and if it hadn't been the eye roll she shot Madeline's way certainly was! Her body, her mind, and maybe even her soul was craving the release promised by Madeline and yet she would remain as stubborn as ever as she flashed a bright grin at her rival.

"First to cum loses? Isn't that the match?" Natasha laughed and then nodded enthusiastically! "But sure, lets make it a wager...only not just like this." With that said she rolled towards her side, a fight all on its own with Madeline on top of her, but she only needed to shift a little bit before she could wrest a leg from the grasp of the Brit and plant her foot down, shoving against the mat as she surged upward to force Madeline onto her side before she swung her leg around to be on more equal terms with her. Natasha's one leg was still stuck but now her sex pressed firmly onto the other's thigh while one of her hands shot to Madeline's pussy for a bit of payback in the fingering department. "Your choice, like this or pussy to pussy~"

[Lightman]

Madeline pressed down with unyielding determination, her lithe frame pinning Natasha firmly to the mat as her fingers danced teasingly through the Frenchwoman’s slick folds, eliciting those delightful little winces that only fuelled her own arousal. She couldn’t help but smirk at the sharp click of Natasha’s tongue, a sound that spoke volumes of the frustration bubbling beneath her rival’s composed exterior. As Natasha struggled beneath her, Madeline felt the satisfying resistance of that curvaceous body, every twitch and strain a testament to the Brit’s superior positioning. “Oh, darling, reclaiming ground is all well and good…” she purred, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in closer, her brunette locks cascading over her shoulder like a silken curtain. “…but why rush when the view from up here is so utterly captivating?” The ache in her breasts from Natasha’s tightening grip was a mere distraction, a sweet sting that paled against the thrill of watching her foe’s resolve crumble under her expert touch.

The Brit’s pulse quickened as she sensed Natasha’s body yearning for release, yet that stubborn grin flashed back at her, a challenge wrapped in defiance. Madeline arched an eyebrow at the eye roll and the frustrated query about the match rules, her fingers never ceasing their rhythmic exploration, delving deeper to coax out more of those suppressed moans. “One orgasm to decide it all? Because, my dear, it’s the purest test of who can hold out longest in this delicious torment.” She replied with a playful lilt, her voice laced with that sharp edge of competitiveness that defined her. “That, and if it wasn’t, we would go beyond the night. Remember last time~?” She revelled in the way Natasha’s mind and soul seemed to teeter on the edge, craving what Madeline so masterfully withheld, and it only made her press on with greater fervour, her own body humming with anticipation. The rivalry between them was electric, a dance of wills where every flick and twist heightened the stakes, and Madeline had no intention of yielding her advantage just yet.

As Natasha rolled to her side with surprising force, Madeline felt the shift in balance, her grip momentarily tested as the Frenchwoman planted her foot and surged upward, forcing them both onto their sides in a tangle of limbs and heated skin. The sudden press of Natasha’s sex against her thigh sent a jolt through her, and then those daring fingers found their way to her own aching core, mirroring the pleasure with bold strokes that made her gasp softly. “Tis indeed…and I suppose I can humour this little wager.” Madeline agreed with a flirty chuckle, her tone sharp yet inviting as she locked eyes with Natasha’s striking blue gaze. Reaching down, she gripped the hand teasing her pussy, intertwining their fingers in a firm hold that blended control with intimacy, before deftly adjusting her position. She swung her free leg over, aligning their bodies so their slick centres pressed together in a heated trib, grinding slowly at first to savour the intimate friction, her brunette hair fanning out as she whispered. “Pussy to pussy it is, then. Let’s see who breaks first, shall we?”

[lyannapelon]

"Oh humor me you say?" Natasha's icy blue gaze fixated upon the hand whose fingers began weaving themselves between her own, she gripped Madeline's hand just as she would that of a lover on a daily stroll, taking comfort in the Brit's touch despite currently fighting for her tournament life with that very woman. Without Madeline having to say a word she now knew her answer and Natasha welcomed it, secretly happy she chose the final contest that was as woman to woman as it could get. There would be no ambiguity as to who the better woman was on this night and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Within a matter of seconds the pair lay on their sides facing one another, Natasha had swung a leg over Madeline and planted her foot down behind the other's waist, pressing it snuggly up against the woman to keep those hips as close to her own as she could manage. As their lower lips kissed a soft gasp would slip from Natasha's lips, a small thing compared to her moans from moments earlier but one that seemed louder with the crowd going silent in eager anticipation of what came next, the entire arena collectively holding its breath as Natasha and Madeline shifted their hips to best line up their heated pussies for the race to the finish!

"See you at the finish line~" With that said Natasha began her tribbing in earnest, locking lips with Madeline in a steamy embrace that saw just as much saliva dripping from their lips as was swapped back and forth as Nat's tongue plunged into her rival's mouth. Each stroke of her hips was both an attack and an answer to Madeline's own efforts, ensuring deep contact as labia spread like petals blooming in spring, welcoming another flower into a heated grinding that would have sparked up a flame if not for their nectar soaking their thighs and the mat beneath them.

[Lightman]

Madeline felt the intimate weave of Natasha's fingers through her own, a grip that mirrored the tenderness of lovers even amidst their fierce rivalry, and she squeezed back with equal fervour, her emerald eyes locking onto those icy blue ones with a knowing glint. The Frenchwoman's unspoken acceptance of her choice thrilled her, confirming that this woman-to-woman clash would leave no room for doubt about who reigned supreme tonight, a prospect that sent a shiver of delight through the Brit's core. She revelled in the way Natasha embraced the decision, her own body humming with the anticipation of proving her dominance in the most primal of contests, where every touch and grind would etch her superiority into her rival's very being.

As they settled onto their sides, facing each other in a heated tangle, Madeline adjusted her hips to meet Natasha's advance, feeling the Frenchwoman's leg swing over her and that foot press snugly against her waist, drawing their bodies impossibly close in a lock that amplified every sensation. The soft kiss of their lower lips drew a subtle hitch in her own breath, though she masked it with a sultry smile, savouring the way Natasha's gasp echoed in the hushed arena, where the crowd's collective silence hung heavy like a held promise. She shifted her weight slightly to align their heated cores more perfectly, her brunette tresses spilling across the mat as she pressed forward, ensuring their slick folds meshed in exquisite friction, the electric charge of the moment making her pulse race with the thrill of the impending battle.

"Cheeky, aren't we? But I'll be the one waving from the winner's podium. Seems waving the white flag might be your thing~." Madeline quipped in response, her voice a playful purr laced with that sharp edge of challenge as she met Natasha's lips in a fervent kiss, her tongue darting forth to tangle and claim territory with equal passion, saliva mingling in a messy, intoxicating exchange. She matched each stroke of her rival's hips with her own calculated thrusts, their labia parting like blooming petals in a rhythmic grind that soaked their thighs and the mat below in shared nectar, but she deliberately varied her pace at unpredictable intervals, slowing to a teasing drag before surging forward with sudden intensity to disrupt Natasha's rhythm and edge her closer to the brink. The Brit's body arched into the contact, her free hand roaming to grip Natasha's hip for better leverage, heightening the assault with every twist and press, determined to unravel her foe's composure thread by tantalising thread.

[lyannapelon]

Natasha hadn't once given thought to how much of a sweat soaked mess her deep blue mane was after battling all over the ring, but as she two traded quips she noticed the titantron off in the distance behind Madeline and couldn't help but love the image the pair of them made. The camera must have been hanging from cables high above the ring given the overhead view i had, showing off the locked together Brit and Frenchwoman in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go even if one of them wanted to escape, brunette and blue hair spreading out behind each of them in such a perfect way Natasha would have to make sure she downloaded it later.

That was just one of the thoughts which raced through Natasha's mind while she pit herself against Madeline, the woman who had swiftly risen to be one of her top rivals in LAW. They had spent too much time together inside the ring for Madeline to hide what she was feeling from Natasha, even something as subtle as a missed breath not slipping by the blunette. What to anyone else would portray utter confidence in Madeline, such as a seductive smile when Natasha herself was sweetly moaning, couldn't mask the intensity of what Madeline was feeling from Natasha.

"The only flag I'll be waving will be soaked in your honey love!~" Natasha answered with a verbal jab of her own, though it came only after about a minute was spent with their tongues locked in a feverish battle. For a woman known as Rain she could bring quite the fire to their embrace, slamming her tits into Madeline's own, nipples trying to pierce one anothers but unable, forced back into their areola or sliding off to the side in every battering clash! This was her answer to Madeline's chaotic pacing, a trick Natasha herself loved to employ, but rather than mirror the strategy she would roll with the punches, shifting her hips to pull back from the hard thrusts and then gyrating them in a blur of movement when she needed to grind their meshed together folds with a speed and pressure that forced their juices to splash outward!

[Lightman]

Madeline caught a glimpse of the titantron looming in the distance, its overhead camera capturing the entangled duo in the centre of the ring, their sweat-drenched forms a testament to the gruelling bout. Her brunette locks fanned out alongside Natasha's deep blue mane, creating a striking contrast that she found utterly mesmerising, a snapshot of their unyielding lock that screamed permanence. No escape seemed possible in that moment, and she had no desire for one anyway.

The Brit knew Natasha could read her like an open book after all their heated encounters, each clash forging a bond that let subtle cues slip through, from a fleeting hitch in breath to the fire behind her own seductive smile amid her rival's sweet moans. Such familiarity only heightened the stakes, turning every glance and quiver into a weapon in their arsenal. “I'd let you keep that as a reminder of the time you failed to make me cum first~!" Madeline shot back with a flirty wink after their tongues finally parted from the minute-long duel, her words dripping with playful venom as she thrust her chest forward to meet Natasha's slamming tits, their nipples fencing in futile stabs that either recoiled or skidded aside in the chaos.

She absorbed the Frenchwoman's adaptive shifts, the pullbacks and sudden gyrations that sent juices splashing, but countered by bridging her hips sharply, aiming to leverage her core strength for a swift roll that would pin Natasha beneath her and tilt the trib decidedly in her favour. The move strained against their snug entanglement, her green eyes flashing with determination as she pressed the advantage, eager to see if it would force her foe into submission or spark an even fiercer retaliation.