M. Card Opener! Fatima Hajizadeh vs Elizabeth Ganevil Grunmada — Divine Duel

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Fatima kept her balance with ease, one leg planted, the other bent back tightly in her grasp as Elizabeth flailed beneath her. The princess’s shrieks echoed off the arena walls, growing shriller with every second. But instead of being rattled, Fatima just gave a lazy smile, clearly enjoying every ounce of chaos she was causing.

“Oh? Queen Kennedy, is it?” Fatima cooed, gently grinding deeper into the hold. “Well, I hope she’s watching, maybe learn some new ways to play with you once I’m done having my fun.” Fatima teased as she hook her finger underneath the fabric and slowly lifted it up to reveal Elizabeth’s sex to the cold air of the arena. “Mmh~ almost makes me wanna jump right in it and enjoy myself” she placed a finger on her pussy and started making small circles, “but that would just ruin the fun, wouldn’t it princess?” Fatima ask a sarcastic question while continuing her act of small pleasures to the royalty. But perhaps it was time to change things up, can’t make the match too boring for the audience, even if they fully express there satisfaction out loud.

With the princess still trapped beneath her, Fatima suddenly shifted her stance and released the crab—only to yank Elizabeth’s leg up high and slam her knee straight into the arena floor. Fatima did it again. And again. Each sickening thud echoed through the arena as she drove the princess’s knee down like it owed her money. The crowd winced with every impact, even as their forced applause continued under the dictator’s cold stare.

Once satisfied, Fatima stood up and dragged Elizabeth by her hurt leg, her grip firm and merciless. With a smooth motion, she rolled the battered princess back into the ring under the bottom rope, following in right after, her expression unbothered, even playful.

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Princess Elizabeth’s shrieking ended as the cold air blew into her exposed pussy. She shuddered a bit as she would try to hold in a moan when Fatima would make small circles on her crotch. She wanted out and Fatima would give it to her but not how Princess Elizabeth wanted.

Princess Elizabeth had her leg and knee worked on with Fatima lifting it up and then slamming it down on the unforgiving floor again and again until Fatima had her fix. That was when Princess Elizabeth was yanked up onto her feet and thrown back into the ring. Inside, Princess Elizabeth would hold her knee and hurt leg in pain as she would try to fix her attire and cover up her exposed pussy. She wanted to yell at Fatima for what she did but she was mainly focused on trying to get back up and stop her leg from hurting.

[Mini_B]

Fatima slipped back into the ring right after dragging Princess Elizabeth in, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as the princess struggled to cover herself, clutching her injured knee and trying to fix her attire. “No point in fixing it now, princess—I’m just gonna snatch it off you\~” Fatima teased with a wicked grin.

Without hesitation, she charged toward the hurting Elizabeth, grabbing hold of her arms and pulling her down to the mat. Fatima quickly settled on top of the princess, pinning all her limbs with her own to make sure there was no escape. They were face to face, and Fatima’s breath was warm against Elizabeth’s skin.

“Oh, princess,” Fatima purred, leaning closer to Elizabeth’s face, “looks like your royal jewels aren’t the only things getting exposed today. Bet this isn’t part of daddy’s little script, huh?” Her voice was low and dripping with teasing cruelty. “How’s it feel to be bent and broken by someone you’re supposed to look down on? Embarrassing, isn’t it?”

Fatima’s lips brushed softly against Elizabeth’s neck, nibbling gently as she moved closer, until their lips finally met in an intense, fiery kiss.

“Now tell me,” Fatima whispered against her mouth, “am I better than that girlfriend of yours? Maybe once I’m done, I can teach her a few lessons on how to treat you in the bedroom.”

The swipe at Elizabeth’s girlfriend was meant to get under her skin, but before the princess could react, Fatima deepened the kiss, taking full control.

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Princess Elizabeth would be taken down and bound to the mat as Fatima had her in a binding hold. The princess couldn’t move an inch as it felt like she was being constricted by a lustful boa. Her body was too compact for her to even spit out a rebuttal as she was basically a play thing for Fatima now.

That was when Princess Elizabeth would have her lips be plunged by Fatima as her opponent started making out with her. And a new thing Fatima will learn about Princess Elizabeth will be that this princess was a huge power bottom. Princess Elizabeth would be seduced under the kiss of Fatima as she tried to squirm out of there. The crowd cheered for girl on girl action, despite their dictator and Princess Elizabeth’s father watching her own daughter be coddled and “sexed” with her opponent in the ring. Princess Elizabeth couldn’t fight back at all as she was a moaning girl that’s losing oxygen.

That was when her father stood up from his chair and ordered his security to go down to the ring and stop this match at once. He couldn’t believe Fatima was going off his very elaborate and heavily favoring the Princess, his own daughter, script. He wanted this match done right with Princess Elizabeth dominating the filthy commoner.