Jade Cho's Apartment: A Captivating Evening

[Misfit_Alien]

Apartment Exterior

It was late at night as the sounds of someone rummaging through their keys could be heard in the night at the apartment complex. The moon was high amongst the many clouds and many more stars, its soft pale light shining down on a pair of figures who stood in front of the door to one of the apartments. The pair consisted of two females...the one trying to unlock the door was the 'Prodigy Kendoka' Jade Cho, heiress to the Cho Family Dojo and blossoming star in the wrestling scene. The second lady standing behind Jade was the French model and softcore wrestler Danielle Degardin. Following their match just a few hours ago, Jade had become the victor over her French opponent after pinning her down in a match that was designed to put her at a disadvantage. As a result, Danielle's plan crumbled and backfired, resulting in the older woman becoming a 'Prisoner of War' under Jade's captivity...Jade felt a little awkward about this but she went along with it nonetheless. She had made it abundantly clear that she wasn't going to hold this victory over Danielle, nor would she torture and demean her while she had control over her...it wasn't in her nature to even think about such things, let alone actually do them. Furthermore, she had already decided that a humble loss was punishment enough for Danielle by itself, adding to it would just be cruel...it'd go against everything Jade had been taught, everything she stood for...it'd be immoral.

Inside, the homely feel of the apartment could easily be felt from the moment the lights were turned on. Jade locked the door behind them and she moved toward the front to show Danielle around, giving her a quick tour of everything...she was technically a guest here.

Living Room

"Just, um...make yourself at home for a bit. I could...get some tea started, or..." She pondered for a bit. "A-actually, forget about the tea...a-at least for now, I guess Um...just follow me, please." She said, bringing Danielle over to her bedroom instead. What could she have had in mind? A few paces down the hall and to the right into a door, Danielle would be shown inside the girl's room. It was nice, big...but quaint. A lot of open floor space with a pretty big bed...definitely big enough for two, that's for sure...

Bed Room

"S-sorry...it's a mess in here..." She was being FAR too modest, the room was practically spotless. Give it to the daughter of a dojo owner, keeping things spic and span was likely a core part of her daily routine. "If you wouldn't mind waiting for just a sec." She said, offering Danielle a seat on her bed. "I'll be right back, I just need to change quickly..." She said, going through her drawers and quickly taking something out of them before Danielle could see it. She scurried out of the room like a nervous schoolgirl, it was dark but the moonlight that pierced the windows illuminated the room enough for the Frenchwoman to see that Jade was clearly blushing like crazy.

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Spoiler

Three minutes later, Jade would walk back into the room but she was dressed in a different set of clothes...it was a pair of black nightwear shorts and a top that showed off her slim, trained figure. She stood in the doorway, blushing immensely still as she looked at Danielle nervously. "H-hi..." She said. "Look...I don't really know how to go about this so...I'll just be transparent with you. I...really wanna kiss you. Since I laid eyes on you, you've just been on my mind...but it's not just that. I wanna feel the same way I did back in the ring, the way I felt my body against yours." She would walk up to Danielle, sitting beside her. "I guess you could say...that I wanna wrestle with you a little more." She said. "Nothing serious just...the way you moved, how you pinned me down to the bed before. All those comments...you've got me...curious...You make me wonder what you would've done to me if you won. So...as my first command, I guess...I want to try a little more bed wrestling with you." She said, sounding serious about it but more so just trying to keep a straight face and not melt into a blushing mess in front of Danielle again.

[CaptainL]

Danielle Degardin

Danielle couldn't believe she was doing this. She could hardly fathom the thought that she had lost the match to someone as weak and insignificant as Jade Cho - especially not when she had deliberately engineered the situation for the odds to fall in her favor, all in the name of humiliating the girl all the more. That she was even in this situation to begin with - that she was the prisoner of this war - was almost unfathomable to her exquisite tastes. And yet, even when Jade had the perfect opportunity to get revenge on Danielle, to punish her for her insolence, and how cruelly she had treated her in setting up the match that had led them here in the first place...she didn't. When she brought the Frenchwoman to her apartment, it was all just to spend the evening with her. Dani wouldn't have blamed her at all for humiliating her the way she'd tried to do for Jade. But she was having mercy. The redhead felt a tremendous sense of relief to know that she wasn't in any deeper trouble - but if anything, that only baffled her even more.

She followed Jade into the apartment, finding it to be a modest affair, utterly unremarkable in just about every way. Danielle's eyelid twitched a little; she felt woefully out of place here when she was used to being surrounded by luxury and comforts. To stoop so low as to such lowly accommodations should have felt like an insult to her - yet, she couldn't bring herself to criticize it. She knew that Jade had chosen to be nice to her. And to Danielle...that meant more than it should have, coming from an opponent.

"Mm...thank you," she muttered, her eyes wandering around the room and taking everything in. Still, she felt like she was lagging a step behind in her thoughts - it didn't feel real that she was here, or even that she was being treated so graciously. At least Jade was in the same boat, so she didn't feel so embarrassed. It was only half-thinking that Dani opened her mouth when Jade proposed to serve her tea - but before she could say anything, Jade turned toward the bedroom. And when Danielle followed, her cheeks only flushed brighter, wondering what could have been on Jade's mind - but then, after the match, where the kendoka had been struggling to hide her attraction, Danielle already knew any questions would be a formality.

That was all the more evident when she told Danielle she needed to change. There was no question about what she was up to now. The ex-model settled down on the bed, watching after the door as she left the room. Her heart was beating faster now, and a blush crept up to her cheeks. Was she...actually getting excited at the thought? No, she couldn't be - not over a disgusting, lowly lout like Jade. And yet, Jade was being awfully nice to her...

Danielle only blushed harder when Jade stepped through the door, now dressed in a skimpy set of nightwear. Her eyes ran up and down along her body, but she bit at her lip to try and quell her thoughts, reminding her how absurd it would be to actually let on having any sort of attraction. Yet, it was hard to keep herself still, to stop her hands from trembling as Jade went on to describe their match - how good she felt, and how excited she was to have Danielle under her control. But when she outright offered to do it again, the redhead's jaw practically dropped.

"W-What..? You...want a rematch-!? Here? Now!?" It was practically inconceivable that Jade would actually want to be around her. A low-life like Jade, and one she had shown only scorn and derision. And yet, she wanted to wrestle Danielle on the bed again, not because she wanted to set the matter straight, but because she enjoyed it that much. Ordinarily, Danielle would be flattered to know that someone was this captivated by her beauty. But now, it was coming from the last person she had ever expected it to come from...and what baffled her even more was that she didn't even really mind.

Danielle rose from the bed. She was about to open her mouth, raising some objections, some refusal - but then, she reminded herself that, as a POW, she had no say in the matter. And more to the point...she herself found the idea of going up against Jade again, of feeling her against her body, of the rush of competing to keep each other down...oddly alluring. She didn't know why she thought that. And yet...at the back of her mind, she was curious.

She cleared her throat. At last, it was time for her to speak up. "A-Ahem. Well. If that's what you want..." As she thought over Jade's words some more, Danielle began to grin a little wider. That's when she realized what she'd said - that she was curious about what she would've done if she won. Danielle could use this moment for herself. She could have that chance to feel, just for a little while, like she had been victorious, to feed her ego a little. There was something in it for her after all. At least, she could enjoy this without having to feel guilty. She had an excuse - an excuse to herself as much as anything.

"...then I have to say, it's my pleasure. Allow me...~" It was as though the old Danielle, with all of her confidence and self-assuredness, was back. She shot Jade a smirk, winking to her as her hands ran down to start to unbutton her shirt. Her skirt and tights followed, until she was stripped down to her underwear in front of the smaller girl, just as she'd been when they last met in the ring. With all the poise of the model she was, she struck a pose, running one hand down her leg as she leaned in closer to bring her chest to Jade's eye level, while her other hand ran through her hair.

"What do you think?~" She bit at the inside of her cheek, trying to fight a blush. It was ridiculous she was doing this for Jade so readily, when she should have been ashamed of her loss. Why was it coming to her so...naturally?

Spoiler

[Misfit_Alien]

Jade was so worried about the way things were going...She could tell that Danielle was still a bit lost in the moment prior to their arrival at her home. Her eyes still reflected the contemplation and sour feeling of defeat. It was already clear that she still wasn't happy with the way everything had gone. Even with Jade's kindness and humble nature, even with how the young kendoka shielded her from ridicule and the many cameras trying to capture her humiliating loss...Danielle still seemed a little distant and like she wasn't entirely...though her perception seemed to change once Jade stepped out in a new pair of clothes that highlighted her curves quite nicely. Though she was only a few years into adulthood, the young woman was quite the beauty...young, innocent, and graceful like a blossoming sakura flower...and yet, she was simultaneously far from being as fragile and weak.

As Danielle looked at her, Jade felt a little self-conscious. She had never dressed in something so revealing for just one person...bikinis for the beach and pool? Sure she had done it...even the bed match wasn't that bad, her outfit wasn't even that revealing. Though, as she stood in front of Danielle she felt her heart beating rapidly as she wanted to look good for the Frenchwoman. If she could make Danielle feel a spark of attraction, then she'd feel successful...deep down, she desired the woman's love and favor. She wanted to win her over and charm her, she wanted to appeal to Danielle and show her how she felt. She wanted to experience that same feeling she got back in the ring with her.

However, the young Japanese woman became more and more nervous as Danielle slowly began to catch on to what she wanted. She was about to go back on what she had said originally but then, as Danielle started to appeal to Jade's desire, the Kendoka started to feel this heat wash over her body, causing her to feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Her legs began to shake and her breath became partially shallow. As Danielle got undressed, Jade could feel her cheeks getting hotter as she blushed harder. She walked up to Danielle, coming face to face with her and staring up into her eyes. Jade brings a hand up to Danielle's face, caressing it softly in the palm of her hand. Just moments ago she was afraid and shy, timid in the presence of the Frenchwoman...but now she was up close and personal with Danielle, completely enamored as she continued to gaze into her eyes.

Her urges and lust got the better of her...it fueled her, and it drove her to be more assertive while still being calm. "Dani-...I...You're getting me all worked up over here. The sound of your voice, that confidence, that pose. That attitude~" She bit her lip, her attraction growing stronger and stronger as she continued to swoon over Danielle's beauty and charm...and then Danielle asked her that question. What DID Jade think? She thought about it, far deeper than Danielle would expect...However, Jade saw this as a chance to clearly illustrate her feelings to the Frenchwoman.

The young kendoka adjusted her clothes and she moved closer and closer...and then, Jade leaned forward and gave Danielle a soft, brief kiss on the lips, establishing her clear passion and desire for the woman. "Danielle Degardin, I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes upon. I think that more than anyone else, you've made me feel something deep down that I can't describe. I think that what I feel for you is deeper than just attraction, and it's deeper than any sexual desire I could ever have. Ever since I saw you on TV, I just felt enamored with you. After our match, I just wanted to be with you, I wanted to spend time with you, to know more about you. I want to make you happy, I want to see you smile, and I want to protect your beauty and grace with all my efforts...and I think...I think-..." She took a deep breath, holding Danielle's hand as she pressed her body against the Frenchwoman's. The moonlight peeking through the curtains illuminated their bodies with a silver glow. "...I think that you can pin me to the bed now." She said, giving Danielle the cue to start their little 'rematch'.

[CaptainL]

This felt wrong. This was absurd. This wasn't what Danielle knew she was all about. She didn't want to ever lose a match in the first place - let alone one with stipulations like these - but at the very least, if she did, she knew she should have been disgusted to be this degraded, this trodden upon by such lowly filth. Yet that wasn't happening. Not only was Dani's first impression not abject revulsion, not the desire to get as far away from here as she could...she was actually feeling curious. When Jade stood before her, changed into a black lacy set that framed her elegantly sculpted form all the more, she couldn't help but feel something tighten in the pit of her stomach, an impulse that she instantly felt ashamed of herself for even feeling. Did she...always think she looked this good? Yet there was still that part of her, in the back of her head, that wanted this to go well. She saw how curious Jade was, how captivated she was...and whether out of morbid curiosity, or just interest of her own, she wanted to see how far that would go.

At least when Danielle followed Jade's lead, dressing down slowly and carefully in front of her, she felt like she was back in familiar territory. She knew how beautiful her body was, and she always craved the attention she got from it - to know that so many people were looking at her. The corners of her lips curled upward into a smirk as she leaned forward, letting Jade stare right down the center of her cleavage, and when she saw her face flush and her voice stammer and waver, it told her everything she was doing was working. It was just as she'd always done with modeling, she thought. She knew she deserved to be seen, and it always made her feel all the more satisfaction knowing how jealous everyone else was of her looks, or how captivated they were by every move she made and every breath she took - that she had the power to wrap anyone around her little finger just with the right pose. She was feeling that same sense of satisfaction now...and yet, there was something else, in the back of her mind, that was eating away at her.

This wasn't quite the same. Whenever she had shown off before, in the ring or on the catwalk, there had been a barrier between her and everyone else. She was the work of art, and they could only gawk at her from a distance. Even when she used her looks to taunt her opponents, she knew she would be done with them soon enough. It was all just to feed her own ego, and no one else mattered. But this...was so much closer, more intimate. Danielle knew that Jade was looking at her, alone. This was a private moment between the two of them, and one that no one else would know of. Danielle blushed just a little hotter at the thought. Now that barrier was down, and this was so much more...personal.

So too, when Jade stepped up to Danielle, telling all her sweet words, all her compliments, it was the same sort of praise that normally set the Frenchwoman's heart aflutter, that made her feel like she was the perfect human being she always knew she was. But even if the words were the same, there was something about this that was different. The passion with which Jade spoke hadn't been there before. All the members of the press, all the fans who fooled themselves into thinking they stood the slightest chance of winning her attention, they didn't deliver each word with the same honesty, the same depth, that Jade did now, the kind that told her she was speaking from the heart. None of them had even been brave enough to kiss her, and when Jade did that, rather than feel her stomach turn and to want to push her aside, Danielle actually felt her heart quicken, and a blush rise in her cheeks. Jade was willing to take those steps. And Danielle already knew that it was because to her, this all meant so much more.

Perhaps that was why, when Danielle heard her words, rather than brush them all off as the blathering of a lovesick fool, the kind of person who was so far beneath her that even thinking of dirtying her hands with them made her shiver...she actually felt touched by them. She had never really known this kind of attention before, and it made her heart beat a little faster. It was new, it was different...it was exciting. It felt good. And she couldn't help but want more.

When Jade had said her piece, when she took a step back from the redhead, Danielle looked down at her with a smile. But this wasn't the smug smile of a model who knew she was gorgeous, and that nothing else mattered. There was more warmth here. She had been touched; she felt it deep within her. When she looked at Jade, she saw a friend...or maybe something more.

"Well, well," she said with a chuckle, "you do have a way with words, don't you? I'll have you know, I've gotten many compliments, but...yours go a step above." Danielle was still slipping into her haughty, refined tones, but with a sly look in her eye, one that told Jade she felt so much looser, freer here - that she was having fun with it. "When I hear such...satisfactory praise, who am I but to pay you back in return? Allow me to do as you please...~"

With that, Danielle bent lower at the knees - and then, she pounced! At the cue, she all but tackled Jade against the bed, pinning her wrists against the mattress as she brought her weight down on top of her. Her chest pressed against the lightweight's own, and she felt a shiver run down her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin wherever their thinly-clad bodies brushed, and the rise and fall of each breath she took. And when she looked down to make eye contact with the smaller girl, she could feel something quicken in her heart - knowing they were this close, that they felt so much of each other, and that no one was around for her to need to hide from...

[Misfit_Alien]

After she and Danielle had undressed and done a bit of 'warming up' by flirting back and forth, sharing a tender, yet brief kiss in the process, Jade stepped back and continued to sing the praises of the Frenchwoman. Although, it was vastly different compared to what Danielle was used to when it came to suitors, interviewers, and people just looking to join her inner circle of sorts. They all wanted something from Danielle, they all wanted her to let them in on 'the high life', they all wanted to use her and become another yes-man that would coast along, feeding Danielle everything she wanted to hear whilst riding her coattails and feeding off of her wealth. However, Jade's comments were more...complex...they were deeper, more mature, more heartfelt, and above all...they were honest.

No matter what would happen going forward, no matter what these two might do or where they might find themselves, one thing was clear at the very least...Jade was not lying to Danielle in the slightest. The Prodigy Kendoka was young but a rigorous, honest, hardworking upbringing had instilled in her many values and virtues that she lived by. A code of sorts...one of those being to always be honest. She grew up in a good home with wonderful parents...a life she wouldn't trade for anything, and so she was taught well from a very young age. Her training only bolstered that, the strict and hard teachings of her family's kendo style being embedded into her as she adopted her family's legacy within her, becoming a future heiress to her clan's heritage. To be whole, one should be virtuous...and there was hardly a better virtue than honesty. While she was not lying, it was a little hard for Jade to speak her feelings because of the subject she was talking about:

Her feelings.

As Jade looked toward Danielle, her eyes reflected only a genuine, firm sense of innocence and affection. She wasn't just some girl who was fawning over Danielle due to pure attraction or as a means to manipulate and use her...she was a young woman exploring her sexuality and feelings for someone she was growing more and more affectionate towards, someone who she had set her heart on. The more Jade thought about her, the stronger those feelings got. It was a few flickering embers but those had soon evolved into an inferno of passion. It was hard to explain the specifics, Jade just knew that she liked Danielle on a basic level...and from there, she started to like more and more aspects of her. She became aroused at certain thoughts and ideas involving the Frenchwoman and those thoughts had the chance of becoming a reality. Where it separated though, was when the two managed to have a bit of a heart-to-heart. When Jade was able to finally talk it out with Danielle, a sort of 'emotional attraction' sparked in her heart. She wasn't just transfixed on Danielle's beauty, she was now fully enamored with the person behind all of that surface-level attraction. For all of Danielle's good, and all of her bad, and any bit of ugly in between, Jade wanted to appreciate, understand, and treasure her with all of her heart. The kendoka's gaze meets with the model once more after she spoke her part.

"Well, I'd like to think that I speak from the heart. Speaking my true feelings out over everything else." She would reply as Danielle got into position, readying herself to take Jade down at her request...Jade noticed the look on her face and she smiled because of it. Not only was Danielle getting back into her in-ring self and finding that bombshell confidence of hers again, but she was also openly feeding into Jade's desires and listening to Jade's words. She had taken notice of the kendoka and acknowledged her feelings, it was a blissful sensation, to say the least.

Shortly after giving a quick response, Jade was tackled with a good amount of force, knocking the girl over onto the bed. With Danielle climbing on top of her, the young woman could feel herself sinking into the bed's mattress as Danielle's weight came down on top of her. She was firmly in Danielle's clutches, and there was no going anywhere for her, not that she ever wanted to. If she could just look into those eyes all night, she'd be happy...but she was lucky enough to experience this level of warmth and tenderness. She softly bucks her hips into Danielle's, their tummies and pelvises rubbing and grinding against each other, the only thing separating them from being truly connected were two layers of thin, lightweight, and lacy fabric surrounding each of their bodies.

As she felt Danielle mount atop her and firmly establish her hold on her, Jade put up a minor bit of resistance just to play the part. It was like a sudden instinct to her, a second-nature coming into play...to match Danielle's assertiveness, she would contest the Frenchwoman's dominance, giving enough effort to fight back only to be shut back down by Danielle's and put back in her place. It was all subconscious and unknown to the young woman at the moment, but what she was experiencing was a sense of arousal stemming from masochism, that feeling of pure arousal and sexual gratification derived from being humiliated. Though she didn't understand yet, she could feel herself enjoying the prospects of it more and more as each second slowly ticked by, causing her to savor the moment.

"Danielle-..." She cooed, sighing shortly after and letting out a soft giggle. It was cute and lighthearted, the amount of adorableness and innocence that Jade was showing had to be criminal with how treasurable it is. Despite the sensual nature of the moment, this interaction was so gentle and easygoing. "One tackle and I'm already feeling weak in the knees." She admitted. "T-this is the kind of effect you have on me...I guess I'm helpless while I'm stuck in your clutches." She said, egging Danielle on to continue. "...what're you going to do to me?" She asked, her hopeful eyes eager to hear Danielle's plans, she was waiting in suspense, biting her lip as she idly squirmed beneath the Frenchwoman, feeding into this impromptu power play session without even realizing what she was doing. All Jade knew at the moment was that she wanted the softcore wrestler to do her thing and wrestle her down...squeeze her, stretch her, smother her...even slam her. Her urges were getting the better of her, but she wanted Danielle to remain in the driver's seat for a bit. Being at the model's beck-and-call seemed...tantalizingly sweet. She wanted to experience these feelings and desires for what they were in order to truly understand them. Curiosity was getting the better of her, and right now she saw no greater curiosity than the fiery and dominant look in Danielle's eyes. She wanted to see where the woman would take her...

[CaptainL]

With a burst of energy, Danielle had jumped on top of Jade, pressing her down against the mattress beneath her weight. Her hands went for her wrists, pinning her to the bed, and when she looked down at the girl, a sinister grin flashed across her face, one that spoke to how eager Dani truly was to dominate her the way she was always meant to. And yet, this was something different - she knew that. For all of Danielle's vigor, and for all she wanted to believe she was the one punishing Jade for her insolence, this was far more intimate than that - the way they drew so close to each other, and the way their bodies ground together, tickling each others' bare skin with each breath they took. As Danielle wiggled her hips, she brought herself up closer against Jade, settling into position, yet it was more for the sake of getting comfortable than it was about securing her dominance - not to mention for giving the girl just the slightest tease of the contours of what lay beneath her panties, and to feel the edges of Jade's own. There was something playful about their contact that belied Jade's true intentions; even as she begged for Danielle's mercy, the energy in her voice spoke to how happy she truly was. In any other situation, had she been faced with an opponent so flippantly teasing her as she tried to pin her down, Danielle would have been furious - she would be sure she was being mocked. But what perhaps surprised the redhead the most was that, in spite of it all...she didn't care.

Danielle could see the look in Jade's eyes, and she recognized what it meant. Not because it was anything she was familiar with - if anything, she was familiar with its absence. She had grown used to how everyone around her saw her. Some of them showered her with adoration in the hopes she would reward them with her attention for a few fleeting seconds. Some of them were motivated by fear, knowing that if the Frenchwoman didn't get her way, she had every means necessary to bring them to ruin. And those who Danielle truly scorned were the ones who wore their hatred on their sleeves, who had no qualms when it came to telling everyone how obnoxious and intolerable they found her - but those were the ones she was able to deal with, and she dealt with them the harshest. But no one, in all the time she could remember, had looked into her eyes with the same sense of understanding and yearning that Jade showed now - the look of someone who truly wanted to understand Dani, and to grow close to her, emotionally and perhaps even physically. Danielle had thrived on the attention of those around her, but all that had been so superficial, so fleeting. When she was shown actual, genuine care, she didn't know how to respond. But she would welcome it, all the same - it touched her so much deeper than anything she was used to.

With her lips curling upward into a smile, Dani looked down at the kendoka beneath her. She listened to her words, her confessions about how powerless she felt, and it felt intoxicating to her - just as much as any victory she had ever achieved in the ring, and she barely even needed to do anything for it. Chuckling, she brought her finger up, brushing against Jade's cheek with one knuckle. When she lost a match she herself had arranged, Danielle had been humiliated far worse than anything she'd ever planned for her foe. She'd been made to look like an ineffectual fool in front of everyone she gathered to witness her glories. But now, she could take that power back. Once again, she felt on top of the world, confident and in control. Jade had surrendered that to her willingly - and the thought that she could do that with her presence alone was a feeling Danielle could hardly resist.

"Well, well..." she continued, her tone slow and sensual to accentuate the images she conjured. "Do you really want to know? Now that I have you at my whim? Ah...you've already surrendered to me without a fight. How pathetic. I could show the world how hopeless you are. I could choke you out...I could trod upon you until you're ground into the dirt...I could strip you and display your pathetic little body to the world, and smother you against my chest until you can only sob with your own inadequacy beside my magnificence...my, I hardly even know where I should begin~" With each word she spoke, she drew a little closer to Jade, until their noses were a hair's breath away from touching, their faces filling each others' field of view.

[Misfit_Alien]

Jade could feel nothing but arousal, attraction, and intimidation while underneath Danielle's body. When the Frenchwoman was in her zone, she was a nigh-unstoppable force of sensual nature. Everything about her from her looks to her presentation to her minor movements was inciting a deeper feeling of pleasure within the kendoka. The way Danielle's finger and knuckle stroked against her cheek, that sense of dominance was beyond blissful, it was utterly erotic...Jade had no idea how to process these new emotions and desires other than to continue to pursue them and feed into their nature.

As their bodies continued to touch and rub against one another, Jade could feel her body temperature rising by the second from all of the slow and intimate action. It was a tantalizing feeling, the slower they went the more the suspense became harder to bear. Their skin made contact in so many areas, with only a few being separated by mere layers of fabric and thread. The young Japanese woman could also feel herself being pressed down into the bed a little further by Danielle's weight, her wrists being gripped tightly by Danielle's hands, and her pelvis being rubbed on by Danielle's thighs and posterior. It was an ecstatic feeling, one that was slowly breaking her mind with how pleasurable it was. Danielle's supple yet curvaceous body was pressing all the right buttons for Jade on a physical level, and the Frenchwoman's silver tongue was doing all the work on a mental level as her cadence of speech and phrasing of her words filled Jade's mind with a myriad of fantasies...now she too could not decide which she would rather endure, all she knew is that she wanted to experience it all...but where to start?

"You've got an...interesting mind...trodding on me? Who else but you would find a way to put it into such elegant words." She said, stifling a giggle so as to not break character. She bucks her hip around a few times, trying to put up some semblance of a 'fight', but it's ultimately fruitless as it only serves to further Danielle's dominance. The Frenchwoman was in her element and Jade wanted nothing more than to heighten that sensation for the both of them. Their noses were barely a centimeter apart, Jade could feel Danielle's breath on her skin, she could see the glow of the Frenchwoman's body in the moonlight, and she could count the number of sparkles in her eyes as she stared into Danielle's gaze.

"I-if I was in your position...I'd shut a lowly girl like myself up by showing her what a real woman's body is like...sitting on her face, stepping on her...ridiculing her physically for challenging you." She said, biting her lip. "After all...you'd have to be a fool to challenge someone as mighty as yourself..." She said, giving Danielle a clear indication on where she wanted things to go...it seems the girl was QUITE thirsty for the tall glass of French wine...

[CaptainL]

With each word that passed between them, Danielle was growing closer and closer to Jade, her eyes locked on the kendoka's with the look of a hungry wolf. The two of them were pressed so closely as to feel every inch of their bodies now - their breasts squashed against each others', their stomachs tingling with each rub and caress they shared, and their thinly-covered groins brushing against one another every time one of them moved their hips from side to side, giving the other the slightest hint of what lay beneath. They could feel each exhale on their faces; if they wanted to, they were only inches away from joining in a kiss. But Danielle had much, much more in mind - and for that matter, so did Jade.

For a brief fleeting moment, Danielle could hardly even remember that she had lost the match. It didn't matter that Jade had told her to do this. Even the hestation and shame she had felt over being a prisoner of war seemed too far to be even a distant memory. She was right in her element - confident, controlling, dominant, and exerting her will over all the lowly peasants beneath her. She had Jade captivated by her beauty, her class, and her domineering aura, and best of all, she knew she wouldn't even think to lift a finger in resistance - not when she wanted all of this. It wasn't just the same feeling Dani relished after every match she won, no - this was better.

In reality, it was Jade who was in control. She had given Danielle the orders to act this way, and she could command her every move. Yet the redhead was so lost in her own ego that she didn't even stop to consider this. What Jade wanted for her was simply what Danielle had wanted all along. Perhaps, deep down, she recognized this - perhaps she didn't care, as long as she had this moment. Either way, Dani wasn't about to let it go.

"Is that sooo?~" she snickered, drawing out the last syllable on the aristocratic tones of her refined accent. "So it seems you've already surrendered...you already know you can't hope to compre to me, and you wish to be punished at my hands? You're an insightful one, indeed. I can't help but have some respect for you...but I suppose, then, we should begin, non?~"

With a wink to Jade, Danielle began to lower herself down onto the lightweight's body, slowly and deliberately. Her body glided along hers with a careful stroke, brushing skin against skin, until Jade's head was level with Danielle's breasts, dangling just above her. Then, the Frenchwoman's hand ran behind Jade's head, tousling her hair beneath her fingers before she guided it upward - and at the same time, leaned down to push her bust into Jade's face! "Believe me, mon chere...we're only getting started.~"

[Misfit_Alien]

As Jade felt her breasts being squished down by Danielle's slightly larger, more mature bosoms, she could feel the heat of the Frenchwoman's body colliding with her own as her chest began to heat up rapidly, the amount of skin coming into contact with each other was warming the Japanese girl up immensely. Danielle's body was so refined and smooth, it was like feeling the most elegant, well-crafted pure silk fabric gliding across her skin. So gentle, so tender, and so unbelievably soft. A series of subtle moans would escape from Jade's lips as she threw her head back, taking in the moment for all it was worth, enjoying each and every sensation as the seconds ticked by. The way Danielle looked at her, she craved that attention, that ferocity, that hunger to dominate and humiliate...She was putting herself out there on a silver platter for the model and softcore wrestler, making herself into a helpless bit of prey for the foxy predator to devour whole.

The longer things went on, the more in-tune Jade was becoming with her senses and desires. She was almost salivating from the many sensual, devious thoughts that swam around in her head. It was getting harder and harder to keep her mind above water as she looked at Danielle and Danielle only. Her entire vision was filled up with her beautiful, glowing face...those brilliant sapphire eyes...and that gorgeous hair that sported a beautiful tint of vermillion. To think, Jade had been the victor mere hours ago, but here she was sacrificing her own dignity for the sake of not only her own sexual pleasure, but Danielle's...not even that alone, but also to cheer Danielle up in a way. Her curiosity and admiration of the Frenchwoman had led her down this path. Quite an ironic fate...commanding her 'prisoner of war' to treat her as if the roles were reversed.

Her breathing became heavier and heavier as she felt her legs intertwine with Danielle's, softly grazing and rubbing against each other. She could feel her pelvis touch and rub against Danielle's as well, and she felt so much of what was underneath, the fabric molding around their womanhoods until they could feel every bump, contour, and fold. Jade's heart started to race that much faster...things were moving at a snail's pace and yet, she could hardly contain herself. They had not even really started things off, this was barely even foreplay at its best. Things had only just gotten intimate, and with Danielle, the sky was the limit on how high this could go.

Then came that accent...good gods, that accent...If Jade were any weaker mentally, she would've melted immediately upon hearing that smug, haughty, aristocratic tone emanate from Danielle's voice. The waterworks downstairs would've easily started to swirl around as the arousal factor was bumped up a few more notches. This wasn't just a moment to have this level of intimacy and jump right into sex, this was something more...something special. Danielle's elegance and nature was elevating the scene to a higher level of romance and sensuality. The atmosphere of the room was shifting by the second and now it and Jade were at Danielle's beck-and-call, wrapped around her finger and easily controlled by the sway of her voice. The scene was fully in the Frenchwoman's control and both she and Jade were aware of that.

And now...the real fun could begin...

Before she knew it, Danielle had quickly descended upon the kendoka, it was done at such a slow and smooth pace but it also felt like an intensive blur. The contrast in time that Jade was feeling was making her more and more ecstatic...from being whisked about and pinned down in a flash to being slowly seduced and charmed as Danielle moved centimeter by centimeter along her body. Jade could feel Danielle's gentle fingers gracefully gliding through her many strands of hair, making her heart skip a beat as she cooed gently. Once again, she was taken by surprise as she looked up to see those glorious breasts looming over her, face reddening further until she was brought into them. They cushioned and jostled her head around like soft pillows, Jade could feel every inch of Danielle's chest upon her face as she moaned and cooed, unable to properly speak as the moment had left her breathless...almost quite literally. She gave a few attempts at resisting, she had to keep up the 'show' and make herself seem more and more pathetic, feeding into Danielle's ego and making the moment a little more intriguing in terms of their little power play session. She struggled and struggled, but it was obviously no use, not when Danielle was smothering her out in her glorious rack. As Danielle spoke, Jade hung on every word she said, finding nothing but beauty in the way she conducted herself and talked. To her, Danielle was something greater than just a woman...she was something far beyond that, she was...extraordinary.

[CaptainL]

Now, Danielle was right in her element. It didn't even matter to her that the kendoka had walked willingly into her clutches; she could forget about everything that had led them here. It was only this moment, here and now, that Dani was concerned about, and she was relishing every moment of it. Her lips curled upward into a sly smirk as she brought her gaze downward to linger on Jade's eyes, and the faintest of chuckles slipped out just under her breath. Every word she said, every move she made, was making Jade melt into the bed beneath her. It was hard to believe that Danielle had lost the match that had led her here; were it not for the fact that she was in a room that was unfamiliar to her, she could have easily led herself to believe she had taken Jade as her captive, to rejoice in every depravity and punishment she could think of to feed her ego all the more. In fact, Danielle didn't even care that it wasn't her room, or even that she had lost. One way or another, she was still exerting her queenly dominion over her foe, just as she'd envisioned she would.

When she felt her body rub up along Jade's on, feeling the warmth of their skin coming together and the contours of their bodies as they overlapped, Dani let out a soft moan - and when she did, a shiver went down her spine. Was she actually getting excited about this? Over an insignificant little peasant like Jade? A blush rose in her cheeks, and she bit at her lip. No, no, it was only that she was being so dominant, she thought - that was what truly gave her life! Now, she had begun to settle above the smaller girl, and she brought her head up to rest in her cleavage, the soft swell of her breasts pushing against her head from either side. Jade was powerless. She couldn't escape; she wasn't even trying! She'd surrendered to Danielle with her body, mind, and soul, and everything that happened was on the Frenchwoman's own will. She could sway Jade's thoughts, and she had every right to use her body as she pleased. It gave her a sense of power that she craved, yet it only left her wanting more. This was going to be fun - and Danielle wanted even more of it.

"Enjoying the view, are you?~" Danielle purred, slowly and seductively. Her eyes narrowed, and her brows arched - not that Jade could see much of the look on her face from where her head was now. As she snickered to herself, the ex-model brought her arms lower; she still held onto Jade's head in between her arms, but this time she brought them lower, with her palms against the mattress to hold herself in place. Her forearms were doing the work of pushing her breasts together, causing them to puff out against the confines of her bra - and Jade's head was caught in the middle of it all. She was pressed so closely into Danielle's bosom that surely she could feel every movement she made, every rock of her shoulders as she moved herself into place; even the beating of her heart as it quickened, eager to see how Jade would respond! "Believe me...there's so much more where that came from..."