The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 6: Hajna Horvath

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy had few strengths as a wrestler, something that was becoming more and more apparent with her matches and the string definite - yet often satisfying - losses that came along with them. But if there was one thing to say about her, it was that she knew how to bide her time and use her short stature to her advantage. People didn’t see her as a threat, so they often let their guard down, and she could use that to get the jump on them.

Granted, it hadn't actually given her a solid win, but it was something.

It was something to keep in mind for later. For now, it looked like she was about to get herself a little treat, as Hajna’s fine, pale backside was getting closer and closer to her face. The tiny Italian squirmed in anticipation, bit her lip, and breathed deep, ready to have those curves all over her face. She could smell it, she could taste, she could-

”Eh?”

Dizzy blinked, confused, as Hajna stopped in mid-sit. It took her a moment to process the woman’s words, but she was right - blame it on the oxygen deprivation or just Dizzy being Dizzy, but she’d messed up the stipulations. Probably should’ve read them better.

”Okay, got me there.” She nuzzled Hajna’s thighs, loving the warmth. ”Passcode, submission, either way. If you want to get it out of me, you’re gonna have to work a little harder. I’ve got all sorts of things I want to do with this tongue before I use it to give up.”

As if to give a demonstration, she let said tongue run a long, lurid line down Hajna’s thigh, leaving a hot trail of saliva in her wake.

[Jaystar]

Sure, it was a detail, one that Hajna knew wasn't going to be all that meaningful at all... Probably. But in these matches with quirkier stipulations, there was always a chance that one had in fact gotten them wrong themselves... Or even, that the competitors themselves had been given differing instructions, perhaps even on purpose. Thus, it was of course beneficial to find out what was the case here, and so, Hajna granted her Italian prey the opportunity to still explain herself...

As it turned out, it was obviously the Young Lioness who had gotten herself confused. Or maybe more promisingly, she had already gotten confused by the sensation of Hajna's body enveloping and controlling her... For the Huntress of Puszta, it was a good sign if even this amount of close body contact with the redhead was sufficient to get the tiny Italian overwhelmed.

She would savor the opportunity to still overwhelm her much, much more comprehensively tonight.

As for an actual response to Dizzy's words, Hajna merely scorned and let out a brief chuckle. She really didn't feel a need to give any other verbal response, instead, her mind returned to the desire to shut down the Italian's airflow.

Not that Dizzy wouldn't had made a decent effort with persuading the redhead to continue allowing her free airflow. Hajna did admittedly get half-impressed by the work that her tongue was doing, demonstrating what benefits the freer movement of her head could provide. The problem for Dizzy though was that while Hajna was keen to learn more about them, she was keener to get to do so only later... And for now, she was more interested in making her feel her physical dominance.

Despite of Dizzy's tempting lick, the redhead's black lingerie and curves soon descended even lower, eventually getting pressed tightly against her face. And most likely, the Italian would quickly realize, that the huntress held every intention now to simply smother the Young Lioness out.

[BlackAkuma]

Japanese, German, Spanish, Russian, Greek - Dizzy had been smothered by asses all over Europe, enough that she could probably throw a dart at a map randomly and there was a good chance she’d hit a country where she’d had the honor, maybe even a city. She considered herself a connoisseur of facesitting, having sampled some of the best, the most succulent, the most bountiful that the world had to offer.

But she had to admit that the one hovering above her face right now looked particularly delectable. So plump and soft, with that pale skin, and heat she could feel radiating off of it. She wanted it, all of it, over her face, and she wanted it now, damn it.

And ‘now’ was what she got. She pushed her face upwards as Hajna’s hips descended, squeezing her tiny head in between the cheeks and really getting in there. She’d been told that her small head was perfect for facesitting, easy for big ladies like this to get all over her, and she eager proved that as her features found a warm home.

She let out a long, purring moan that echoed through the Huntress’ body as all the air was taking away from her and she found herself trapped in a hot, smothering hell. Everywhere she turned, unyielding flesh lay deceptively dangerous in its softness. The world seemed to melt away. There was only Hajna.

And Dizzy fucking loved it.

Her eager tongue went wild now, trying to slip its way beneath Hajna’s garments and taste something infinitely most appetizing, hungrily searching for her most sensitive spot. She arched her back and pushed up, making it even easier for Hajna to bury her under that mountain of fulsome flesh.

That she was rapidly running out of oxygen didn’t bother her all that much, even as her ministrations and squirming grew weaker and her moans began to fade. The world was growing dark, but she wasn’t the least bit bothered. This was her favorite way to fall asleep, after all.

[Jaystar]

Oh, Hajna could feel the eagerness. Hajna could feel the almost uncontrollable lust. Hajna could feel her getting incredibly aroused by something that someone in her position really shouldn't have... And even if Dizzy had already eaten an impressive amount of ass around the world for a Young Lioness, she was clearly still very keen to keep it on her menu.

Not that she really had a choice. Hajna though did have one over whether to serve her Italian culinarist what she yearned for, but really, the redhead was finding no reasons to refuse service.

Well, almost. Yes, Hajna did love dominance, control, submissive opponents and obedient preys... But there was still something exciting with them being deep down unwilling to face their fate. Dizzy on the other hand was facing her fate headfirst... And while it wasn't any great source of dismay, the Huntress of Puszta did start to think of ways to make the reception of the ravaging she was about to get even a little more unpleasant for the Young Lioness.

Because, for example, how could a Young Lioness ever manage to graduate, if they were so keen on simply eating ass?

Not that Hajna really cared of that. But it was fun to think of as an explanation... As an excuse. She didn't want to accept a too obedient prey. There was pleasure to be found in delivering peril and pain.

Admittedly, Dizzy's tongue was making sure that Hajna was finding pleasure in this instance as well. The redhead had to admit - she wasn't bad. It was actually very skilled how her tongue was able to so quickly find all the right spots, even with rapidly diminishing levels of oxygen... Something that wasn't helped at all by how eagerly the Italian was burying her head even deeper against the Hungarian's flesh. It did make her moans exceptionally pleasurable for the redhead though... And even more likely for her air reserves to get consumed very fast.

Finally, Hajna could feel all movement to fade, any futile resistance to cease. Waiting for a few more seconds, just to confirm the Italian's fate, and enjoying the final sensations of her tongue wrapped around her lingerie, the redhead eventually got up once again onto her knees, enabling access to fresh air return for her unconscious opponent. Then, it was time to get up on her two feet, and place her other foot down onto the small Italian's neck... Only gently, not to cause any real harm, but to provide a display of dominance.

Yes, Hajna was alone with Dizzy in this deserted shrine... But she knew that there were hungry cameras operating, ready to capture all the events of the night. And for the Huntress of Puszta, it was important to get to provide them some dominant poses on top of her fallen prey already this early on in their battle.

Besides, it served as useful time to ponder, what should she do with her little prey next...

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was going to get knocked out. She was already recognizing all the telltale signs, ones she’d become quite familiar with through her time in LAW. The greying around her vision, the distancing off all sounds, the sensation of an out-of-body experience. Her body wanted to panic, wanted to struggle, but her mind calmed it down and took control. It knew better.

She wasn’t going anywhere. She might as well enjoy the moment. Enjoy the amazing, enveloping ass over her face.

But she didn’t want to be the only one enjoying things. Dizzy was a giver, not just a taker, and she strove to give Hajna her own pleasure, even as the abyss continued to swallow her whole. The young lioness’ tongue went deep, eager to give the redhead all the pleasure she could provide, as her head practically disappeared between the cheeks. She seemed to grow bolder with each passing second, reaching a crescendo, and then….

Out.

She came back slowly, piece by piece, but even as she did, Dizzy was aware of the pressure on her neck. She panicked at first out of pure reflex, until she opened her eyes and realized what the source was: Hajna was standing over her, looming like some conquering Amazon, with a foot pinning her throat to the floor.

It was the sexiest thing Dizzy had seen in…maybe a week, if she were honest, but she had a much higher bar for this sort of thing than most people. It was still more than enough to send and electric thrill running through her body, and she arched her back and pushed at the foot in a week struggle, vainly fighting beneath the hungry goddess.

”God, you are so, so sexy.” She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and shuddered as she drank the moment deep. ”Harder. I want you so bad, you can’t even imagine.”

[Jaystar]

Finally, Hajna had a moment to relax. A moment to consider. A moment to ponder her actions so far... And Dizzy's reactions to them. And a moment to reflect, what those could signal for what the rest of the night would most likely hold in store...

And most importantly, the Huntress of Puszta had the opportunity to take her time with showcasing some dominant poses over her fallen prey.

All of that relied on Dizzy remaining unconscious though... And almost disappointingly quickly, the Hungarian began hearing some words from beneath her foot again.

Huh. So she was so persistent in this regard as well...

Hajna's break was over. But what was also over was any impression that the Young Lioness wouldn't have absolutely loved her fate so far. She was getting roughed up and dommed, and she was literally begging for more.

The Hungarian bit her lip while looking down at the tiny Italian. Her foot added some pressure on top of her neck... And then releasing it for a moment. Before pressing down once again, and releasing... Engaging in this cycle, that was probably reflecting of what was going through the redhead's mind. The decision-making process over what should she do with her Italian prey next... And how could she get this at least a little more uncomfortable for her.

Well, "uncomfortable" was probably a poor word. But even if there sure was fun in dominating submissive opponents too... There was more fun to be found with those who made every effort to resist - only for Hajna to then get to squash their hopes of putting up effective resistance. Her ears loved to hear opponents begging for less... Not begging for more. Not so early on during the course of a night, at least...

"Is that so, huh?" the redhead finally began replying to her prey, while shifting her position ever so slightly to accentuate the dominance of her hips from Dizzy's point of view. "But you are right, dear... I can't even imagine what kind of a fool would be begging for more from me, especially one in your position..." she then continued in a rather dismissive tone, before giving one final press of her foot onto the Italian's throat.

Then, Hajna suddenly grabbed hold of Dizzy's legs, pulling the Young Lioness upward... Before easily picking her up onto her shoulder. For a moment, the redhead began a little march around the shrine's ring, before then abruptly slamming Dizzy's body back down to the mat in the middle of it. The slam was then followed by a Double Leg Drop, that basically saw the Hungarian's thick thighs smacking hard across the Italian's midsection.

"Still think I'm sexy?" the redhead would then query from her punished prey in a sarcastic tone... Even though by now she had already learnt that there was still a fair chance, that the genuine answer would have been "Yes".

[BlackAkuma]

Waking up to a sexy Hungarian redhead vampiress standing on her neck? Had someone been reading Dizzy’s fanfics?

Needless to say, this was exactly up her alley, and she found herself more turned on then ever, even as her poured on more pressure and continued to dominate her. Every time the choke increased, she pressed up into it, harder, making it even worse and robbing her own breath. She closed her eyes and moaned, longing for the contact, demanding it.

This went on for a little while, and by the time her opponent seemed to grow bored of it, she was already getting a little woozy, on the verge of passing out again - not that she would’ve mind it all too much if she did.

As she ‘suffered, she was vaguely aware of Hajna talking down her way, seemingly confused by Dizzy’s actions. Did this woman not know how unbelievably sexy she was? Dizzy couldn't imagine not submitting to someone like this and letting them have their way. Why fight something so desirable?

Still, if the woman wanted a little more out of the experience…

Before she could contemplate that further, Dizzy was suddenly brought up, hoisted onto Hajna’s shoulders with startling ease and alacrity. She reached out on reflex, as if some invisible rope in the air might save her, and then she was brought down in to the canas with crushing force, hitting so hard her little body bounced off the canvas.

She tried to sit up, slow and aching, only for Hajna to come and drop down on her stomach, driving all the wind clean out of her at once. Dizzy writhed beneath her, hurting, but even so, she managed a laugh when the silliest question she’d ever heard came her way. ”I don’t think that. I know that.” She licked her lips. ”If you’re trying to push me to the point where I don’t like what you’re doing, you’ll need to try harder. Much harder.”

Dizzy threw a challenging gaze up at the Huntress. ”Because this?” She smirked. ”Kid stuff. Show me your worst.”