A new beginning...

[Teenwrestler]

With mixed emotions running down their veins, it was a tough ask to wrestle someone you admittedly liked and Daisuke was understanding that feeling as his match against his rival and lover grew. Every subtle interaction between them no matter how inadvertent caused some sort of reaction between them. Her ass would bounce against his crotch and both of them would felt the sexual tension as the lovers wrestled. They kept it professional though, focusing on the wrestling after Santa had escaped the submission after some 'distraction' caused by her struggling and borderline thumping of his body by her. In the end, he did release her and challenge her to a grapple once more.

She would accept and their bodies would slap against each other while they went for each other like a couple hungry for sex. Locked up in the grapple, her chest would press up against his while their foreheads mashed. Daisuke and Santa struggled, both gave it their all. "Arrghh! GUHHH" he grunted as they were even in the grapple until he would lean in to steal a kiss from her. "Mmmm" he moaned in the kiss while they grappled. If it served as a distraction he would break the grapple and instead wrap his arm around her waist to pull her in for a crushing bearhug.

"Got you!" he said, pressing his body against her and leaning his weight onto her. Daisuke would squeeze harder and harder, desperate for that submission. "Submit darling....its over" he said.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa’s heart felt like it was about to beat right out of her chest. The luchadora was more worked up, more excited than she ever had been, in a match, even one with the always-attractive Wrestling Prince. Ever since the two had admitted their feelings, it was like the floodgates were open and Santa Tigresa was powerless against the flow of emotion. Her skin was flush, her breasts swelling a bit with arousal, her nipples poking through her sports bra and electric thrill running up and down her spine with every moment she and Daisuke were grinding against one another. Trying so hard to push down those emotions, the Tigresa was totally powerless to resist as Daisuke leaned in, and stole a kiss.

“Mmmmph,” Tigresa moaned as she felt Daisuke’s hot lips on hers, felt his breath filling her. Her breasts pressed against his body as she leaned into it, momentarily forgetting the match … which was all the opportunity Daisuke needed to lock in a bear hug!

“Mmmmmmnnnghh!” Tigresa’s moans turned into a pathetic, miserable whimper as Daisuke locked in the hold. Her breath was already stolen, and now his strong arms were keeping her from getting more. Tigresa’s body tensed, then melted against him. She was already exhausted from the match, and while her pride wouldn’t let her just give up, her body wanted nothing more than to give in.

“Nnoo … no, n-never …” Santa Tigresa moaned, biting her lip. “Oh, Dios Mio,” La Tigresa could feel Daisuke grind against her, making her quiver. This was it, and she knew it. The time to resist was over. “I … I submit …” she whispered with a lump in her throat, her head lulling into the nape of Daisuke’s neck. “I g-give up … I’m yours …”

[Teenwrestler]

He knew that he had the advantage, Santa was confused just as much as he was while wrestling against someone whom he had made his true feelings known to. The match was a struggle against his own emotions as much as it was struggling against the physical aspect of his opponent. However, in the end he would stay true to his promise that he would wrestle to win against her even if he loved her. Getting close to her was just the first step because Daisuke would steal a kiss from the Luchadora to catch her off guard which allowed him to snatch her in a crushing bearhug.

Daisuke began to squeeze her, demanding that she would submit. He would squeeze her body tight and kept her close, suggestively grinding his oiled frame against her making her moan in pain and pleasure. She would refuse initially but Daisuke had no issues in holding her against him squeezing and hotly pressing himself against her until she would have no choice but to give up. Her body felt limp and her head would lull into the nape of his neck, she was done and her verbal submission was soon to follow.

"And I am yours....." he said releasing the hold but hugging her gently. "I told you I will not lose to you twice on the same day" he whispered mentioning their earlier match in the sauna hours before the dinner. "You are tired my love....lets hit the showers and then retire for bed. We have much to discuss because next I propose to joining Las Superestrellas.....but as their leader" he said leaning in to lift her head off his neck and give her a soft kiss.

"Just as you wrestled Blaco for the leadership I want to challenge you for the right to lead them. Rest up we will discuss this tomorrow" he said before making his way out of the ring to the showers as the next chapter in their life began.

[Luncha_Libre]

Pressed up against Daisuke, Santa Tigresa knew she was at his mercy before she finally submitted. The luchadora was pressed flush against him, her hot skin grinding on his body, feeling every well-oiled muscle tight against her as he pressed on her. Feeling him, Santa Tigresa’s heart beat faster, and she couldn’t help but let out tiny little moans. Her thighs tightened, her lower back tucked, and she found herself grinding against him, harder and harder, forcing unwilling little moans out of her throat as he dominated her.

Saying the words, admitting defeat, still hurt the proud luchadora but she knew she couldn’t resist him any longer. Out of breath, tired, Santa Tigresa had no choice but to admit that Daisuke had gotten the better of her, tonight. That, or she was about to let out the last of her breath with no way to get it back, and he’d have to be carrying her body to bed, tonight! Fortunately, the Wrestling Prince released her, and let her slump painlessly against him in defeat.

“Oooh, dios mio …” Santa Tigresa moaned, gently rubbing her lower back as Daisuke help her up. Her body nestled softly against him, she let his strong body support her as she bit her lip and tried not to think about her defeat. Santa Tigresa pressed her face into the Prince’s chest, nuzzling into him. It was hard to admit defeat, and her head was already swimming with how unexpectedly turned on, she was. If that was going to be how it was every time she shared a ring with this man, then this was going to present some problems, for the luchadora. Not that she minded, entirely …

“W-wait,” Santa Tigresa gasped, not prepared for what Daisuke had to say next. “I … But, but why?” Santa Tigresa was confused, but in no shape to debate him on it. Did he really want to be the leader of her group? How would that work? The others … they could learn a lot from him, but what would that mean for her? Santa Tigresa opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the energy. It seemed they would have a lot to discuss. Head hanging, aroused and ashamed in equal measure, the luchadora slumped out of the ring. Santa Tigresa pulled off her top, breasts spilling free as she made her own way to the showers, ready to wash away the oil and the feeling of defeat. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.