Strength from Numbers: S+M vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Suddenly, Arlise had a breather.

Few would call riding the neck of a bucking Amazon of a woman a breather, but the Belgian beauty would treat it as such. For all the effort and thought she had to put into distributing her weight to keep Morrigan pinned and flexing the right muscles in her hips and legs at the right time to defend against escape attempts, Arlise's back - and the rest of her - appreciated the break from her opponent's relentless onslaught. She had always utilized her weight well, too, and keeping Morrigan's increasingly angry face between her thighs came naturally.

In fact, she outright grinned down at her as Sabine teased her. Having control of her in this particular position could have entertained her for hours whether or not it served as a means to an end, and she opted to enhance that entertainment by chiming in with the other redhead. The distraction made her back feel much better.

"Do you have it?", she asked, seductiveness peppering the curiosity in her tone. "Your partner asks a good question." Unable to help herself, Arlise tucked her legs more tightly together so her thighs squeezed and nearly eclipsed Morrigan's face, leaving only her nose and lips on display. "I think I've got you."

[BlackAkuma]

This sucked.

Not so much having Arlise on her neck. As distressing as that was, it was a little hot. The Morrigan was a little bit of a switch, truth told, and she could enjoy the sensation of having a woman like this on top for a little while. The Belgian Beauty was damn fine - smooth thighs that begged to be nibbled, pert breasts that begged to be massaged, and lips that she would’ve loved to taste all day.

No, what she wasn’t looking forward to hearing Sabine lord this over her for the next few weeks. God, the woman loved to get in her digs whenever she could, and this would be a golden opportunity. She was on her back, pinned with nowhere to go, and the traditional methods were getting her nowhere. There was probably some fancy counter that Sabine wanted her to do, but damned if she could remember.

Although, that didn’t mean she was totally fucked, right? She could see a way out of this, and it was staring her right in the face. Literally. ”I think you fuckin’ don’t.”

Arlise’s most sensitive spot was tantalizingly close, and with no disqualifications to stop her, Morrigan decided she might as well take advantage of it. She reached around her foe’s legs, held them in place, then craned her neck forward to bring her lips up against the redhead’s pussy. She wasn’t in a good position to pull the fabric out of the way, but that didn’t stop her from running her tongue along the front it, pressing into it, running her tongue along it, teasing the sweetness underneath.

[Winter]

Arlise should not have grinned.

She also should not have consciously acknowledged that the heat in her core had only grown once she had escaped Morrigan's hold and secured her own all but atop the bigger woman's face, watching and feeling her squirm and struggle. She supposed she should consider it a victory that she could find more satisfaction on top of a match than she had on the figurative bottom, and hearing Morrigan's ongoing defiance lifted her spirits that much more and filled her mind with a litany of more naughty ideas for how to leverage her advantage.

Those ideas flew into the ether when she felt that first kiss on her lap.

"Hngh!" Arlise released an undignified squeal and quickly silenced herself from another by slapping her hand over a stunned face. Of course, she should have expected it, with the woman having pulled her closer. It also should not have affected her so much - her opponent was certainly not the first and would not be the last to give Arlise this treatment, least of all through a leotard that dulled the sensations. But the situation and the surprise made it all the more pleasurable, and as the motions continued, Arlise tensed up, shut her eyes, and wriggled, losing her sense of weight and balance. A quick shove at raven hair and broken words proved her only defense.

"Ohhhh, why... that's so..." Cheap? Bad? She couldn't settle on a word as the woman played at her vulnerabilities.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, that squeal told Morrigan everything she needed to know - Arlise had it bad. That wasn’t the squeal of a woman who’d come sexually prepared for something like this, but one who’d gone a little too long without someone giving her the proper attention. A sad fact that she could rectify, here and now, whether Arlise wanted it or not.

”...fuckin’ good?” The Morrigan just chuckled as Arlise continued to lose it, only giving playful pushes to her face in defense. Surprise, surprise, that was no deterrent, and Morrigan kept her lewd attack going as she rolled over and took her play on top of the squirming woman. She could’ve had a lot of fun like this, too - women the world over had complimented her talented tongue, and she was eager to get a taste of some Belgian.

But this was still a match, and while she would have her devour Arlise before this was done, the meat needed a little tenderizing. So…

The Morrigan wrapped her arms around Arlise’s thighs and pressed them against her chest. With her opponent trapped, she planted one foot on the canvas, then the other, and rose up while she carried her, deadlifting her into the powerbomb position. She stood up straight, all the way to her maximum height, even stood on her tiptoes, only to kick her legs out and attempt to bring Arlise crashing into the canvas with a sitout powerbomb.

[Winter]

"No... no... that's not... it..."

One might wonder why Arlise so much as denied it, given she remained something akin to helpless or manic despite appearing to have control from the top. She could not bring herself to either put a stop to Morrigan's teasing tongue, either by escaping to fight another day or by burying her so deeply into a facesit that her tongue couldn't have left her lips. Her brain and logic told her to resist, but for several seconds, her body maintained control of the proceedings, savoring every crackle of electricity summoned from her core.

Those several seconds proved several too long, and by the time the Belgian beauty had begun to negotiate with her body and convince it that she should put a stop to this and leverage her previous control in the match, all that leverage passed from her in one swift motion. She sought to catch on her elbow and maintain her balance, but as soon as she did, her opponent's tongue tickled a particularly sensitive area, and Arlise had to stifle a moan. She ended up on her back, trying to avoid groaning and grumbling at herself or questioning how she could let this happen - she knew why.

"Get... off..." She started to reach for Morrigan's hair and properly push her away - preferably into a headscissor where she couldn't reach the redhead with that talented mouth - but the bigger woman threw her legs off the scent of that hold and jostled Arlise well enough that she petted the other woman on the head rather than grasp her. A moment later, the ground abandoned her, and Arlise's expression went from pleasured but frustrated to fearful as the woman heaved her off the canvas with ease. She grasped at the woman's head to sustain herself, but the turbulence of a forceable descent sent her arms flailing. "No!"

A cry of pain as her ailing back hit the canvas cut off any more attempts at pleading, and as the impact shattered her down to her white teeth, she tensed up and spread eagle on the canvas, panting her pain.

[BlackAkuma]

”Yes!”

The Morrigan cried out as she brought Arlise crashing into the canvas, a shout fit for a conquering war goddess. The impact was thunderous, nothing held back, and the redhead sold the effects on her face - she was strung out, exasperated, and might have even been a prime candidate for a pinfall, had they been of a mind to go for such things.

Luckily - or perhaps unluckily - putting Arlise’s shoulder on the mat for three seconds wasn’t what S+M had in mind. Instead, Morrigan crawled over the downed woman and looked like she was getting ready to eat her alive, but…

”Aren’t you being a touch greedy, dear?” Sabine leaned on the apron and peered under the bottom rope like a tigress peeking through her cage, all smiles. ”You’ve had your fun for a while now. Share and share alike.”

The Morrigan looked back her with narrowed eyes and a grumble, but the argument would go no further than that. She rolled off Arlise and gave the woman a shove in the back with her boot, forcing her to roll within Sabine’s grabbing range. ”All yours.”

”All mine.” Sabine reached in under the bottom rope, grabbed one of Arlise’s pretty little ankles, and dragged the woman out onto the floor. She moved in quick and pressed her forearm against the Belgian’s neck, keeping her in place with a forceful pressure, but not enough to choke. Just enough to show that she could, if she choose

”Let’s see what’s on offer here, shall we?” She spoke with a pleasant tone, one more fit for a schoolteacher than a dominatrix, but her hands were anything but so innocent. As she kept her opponent in place, Sabine’s hand had free reign over her body. Her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her fingers slid over it all, fondling and touching and groping, inspecting the woman like she was a mere item to be assessed, taking care around the sensitive parts to elicit the best reactions.