Adrianna Scanabissi vs. Aspasia El-Shenawy - On The Mend

[BlackAkuma]

Asp didn’t know how Adrianna would react to her sensual aggression. Perhaps she didn’t care. There was precious little thought to her actions, no concern for the repercussions or what would happen next - here, she did what felt right, what came to her, succumbing to her instincts. Right now, her instincts instructed her simply, told her to move forward, to caress, to touch.

In a normal match, she would’ve been pressed by the crowd, even without a time limit - their pressure would’ve driven her to go on the attack and be aggressive. But in this setting, there was little reason to be so forceful. They could take their time, so why not indulge?

A kiss here, a stroke there, a touch here. Asp accepted her touch as their bodies slid against each other, creating a perfect fit. ”I’m not trying to conquer you.” She brought her lips to Adrianna’s neck and nipped at it, grazing her teeth along the delicate skin. ”I’m trying to make love to you.”

To prove her words, she didn’t fight or resist as Adrianna moved into her own rhythm, didn’t pull away or push her down. Instead, she accepted it and ground against her, picking up the pace and urging her to do much the same. Her lips found her opponent’s and peppered them with hungry kisses, while her thigh slid between Adrianna’s and started a slow, subtle grind.

[GoingBananas]

Adrianna let the tide of Asp’s desire wash over her without resistance, her body yielding just enough to let the rhythm flow, never stiff, never denying. The kisses, the caresses, the grazing teeth along her neck, all of it was received like a queen accepting tribute, indulged but never mistaken for surrender. Her lilac eyes half-lidded, she watched Asp with the calm of someone who understood exactly what was unfolding and had every intention of guiding it where she pleased.

The words, however, earned the faintest quirk of a smile. Not trying to conquer. Trying to make love. It was bold in its honesty, almost disarming in its simplicity. And yet Adrianna could not help but tease it, could not help but thread her voice through the air like silk pulled taut across the skin.

“How curious.” She murmured, her accent coating the words in velvet. Her lips brushed Asp’s cheek as she spoke, close enough to let each syllable vibrate against her skin. “You say you do not wish to conquer me, and yet…” her thigh pressed upward into Asp’s grinding with the smallest, deliberate flex, “…you wish to consume me all the same. Tell me, darling…is there truly such a difference?”

Her fingers slipped into Asp’s hair, winding in dark strands with a languid curl of her wrist, not to pull her away, but to remind her of where she was: cradled, controlled, claimed even as she thought herself the one taking initiative. “Was it love that you were seeking on your path of revenge? Were you craving tenderness while she sought to leave you ruined and undone?” Adrianna guided her into another kiss, slower this time, deep and measured, a kiss that spoke not of hunger but of inevitability.

When she drew back, it was only far enough to let her lilac gaze pierce into Asp’s half-lidded eyes. And then, without haste or effort, Adrianna shifted her weight, rolling smoothly with a dancer’s grace until Asp was pressed flat against the mattress, Adrianna now astride her, seated firmly atop her hips like a sovereign claiming her throne. Her hand remained twined in Asp’s hair, holding her gaze captive.

“Love, conquest… broken, mended… all of these are just words.” she whispered, her smile deepening as she looked down at the woman beneath her. “What matters is whether you leave this bed whole… or whether you leave it mine.”

The certainty in her voice was absolute, and the press of her body above Asp made the promise feel less like a question and more like a sentence already passed.

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. Adrianna was a talker.

Asp didn’t always like it when her lovers talked during sex, oftentimes finding it as little more than an unwelcome distraction. Sex was about intimacy and expression, about sharing the moment, and so many of those she shared her body with had little of interest to say. She would never outright tell someone to be quiet while they made love, but she certainly encouraged their silence.

Adrianna, as it turned out, had much to say, and Asp wasn’t sure what to make of it at first. The woman oozed confidence, but had the calm, confident aura of a therapist, as if trying to soothe with her words alone. There was a mesmerizing way about her, and when her hands sought out Asp’s strands, she did nothing to resist them, accepting the touch, and that was rewarded with a kiss - soft and supple, a pleasing taste of her opponent’s flesh.

”Yes.” Asp pressed in again, another kiss, even deeper. ”Yes.”

One moment, Asp was on top, grinding against the woman beneath, and in the next, they went into a tumble as Adrianna asserted her dominance. Asp squirmed beneath her, finding her sweet spot. She ground upwards, thrusting her hips to the woman’s weight. The question she asked was a good one, but she had no intention of answering it with simple words.

A kiss. Then another. And another, hotter than the last. Asp wrapped her arms around the woman and clung as tight as her namesake, as she indulged in the sort of kiss typically reserved for lovers. She closed her eyes and ran her other hand down the woman’s back, lower and lower, until she found the curves of her ass and greedily ran her fingers over the welcoming skin.

[GoingBananas]

Adrianna had seen it before—the way words sometimes skimmed over a lover’s surface like pebbles on water, never quite sinking in. Asp’s kisses told her everything her mouth refused to say: she didn’t want dialogue, didn’t want therapy or riddles; she wanted heat, closeness, sensation. And if that was what she needed to be coaxed further into Adrianna’s grasp, then Adrianna would oblige.

Her lips answered each kiss with deliberate decadence, pliant yet commanding, never hurried, never desperate. She let Asp come forward, let her press deeper, hotter, until the air between them dissolved entirely. For once, Adrianna withheld her voice, choosing silence as its own kind of language—her body speaking for her in the measured way she moved, the way she met every grind with the calculated weight of her hips bearing down.

Asp clung, and Adrianna let her. The serpent’s coils wrapped tight, and Adrianna leaned into the embrace without flinching, not resisting the possessive squeeze, but never once relinquishing control. Her lilac eyes half-closed, she drank in the way Asp’s touch roamed lower, bolder, testing boundaries. The fingers upon her curves earned no resistance—only a faint, knowing smile against Asp’s lips, a silent permission laced with promise.

Her hands moved in their own slow exploration, one gliding along Asp’s arm until it pinned her wrist above her head with effortless grace, the other slipping down her side to trace the taut line of her waist. The message was clear, wordless but undeniable: you may cling, you may crave, but every inch of you still answers to me.

Adrianna kissed her again—long, lingering, indulgent—before pulling back just enough for the faintest brush of breath against Asp’s mouth. She simply let her silence linger, rich and deliberate, so that Asp would know it was not absence but choice. And in that silence, Adrianna’s dominance only grew more palpable, filling the room as surely as the weight of her body atop the woman beneath her.

[BlackAkuma]

This was a match, wasn’t it?

It was hard for Asp to tell at this point. She and Adrianna were clearly playing some deeper game here, and in that, her opponent was coming out the victor. It was hard to argue that she was in a position of strength at the moment, trapped under the larger woman, subjected to her whims, clearly under her control.

And yet, Asp could say she wasn’t terribly bothered by the notion. There was some relief in letting go, in allowing yourself to be dominated. After the past few weeks, it was a welcome change, and there was something so comforting about Adrianna’s demeanor. Motherly, caring, yet still seductive. It was easy to get lost in an embrace like this.

She didn’t fight as her hand was pinned above her head, inviting restraint. The other hand was welcomed as well, as Asp slid her hips towards it in anticipation, giving Andrianna all the access she could have wanted. Nothing held back. Nothing restrained.

Another kiss, this one longer, hotter, more intimate. When Adrianna pulled away, Asp’s lips worked without them for a moment, still seeking out her touch. She lifted up and took another kiss, satiating her own hunger, then another, and another, growing hotter with every sensation, letting her desire build. She wanted this. She needed it.

[GoingBananas]

Adrianna’s lilac eyes gleamed with a quiet triumph as she gazed down at the woman pinned beneath her, the ring’s canvas a silent witness to their entangled dance. This wasn’t merely a match anymore—it had evolved into something far more profound, a game where she held the reins, her larger frame enveloping Asp in a cocoon of inescapable control. The thrill of it coursed through her veins like fine wine, savoring the vulnerability laid bare, the way Asp’s body yielded without protest, a testament to her skillful orchestration.

Yet, beneath that surrender, Adrianna sensed a deeper acquiescence, a release that bordered on bliss. It was as if the weight of recent trials had melted away in her embrace, Asp finding solace in the dominance she offered—a blend of maternal tenderness and sultry allure that wrapped around them both like silk. Adrianna’s touch was deliberate, her fingers tracing patterns of care laced with seduction, drawing Asp further into the intoxicating haze where resistance dissolved into desire.

No struggle met her as she secured Asp’s wrist overhead, the invitation implicit in the lack of fight, a silent plea for more restraint. And when her other hand ventured lower, Asp’s hips arched eagerly toward it, granting unfettered entry, barriers crumbling in a rush of openness that fueled Adrianna’s own hunger. She reveled in this unbridled access, her Italian-British poise masking the cunning delight at exploiting such willing exposure.

The kiss deepened, a fusion of heat and intimacy that left them both breathless, but as Adrianna eased back, she watched with elegant satisfaction as Asp’s lips pursued hers in vain, a wordless confession of craving. Then came the surge—Asp claiming another kiss, and another, each one stoking the flames higher, her need manifesting in fervent pursuit. Adrianna allowed it, her grace yielding just enough to let the desire swell, knowing it would only bind Asp tighter to her will.

With a fluid motion born of practiced finesse, Adrianna sat up straight, her hips gliding forward until she perched just beneath Asp’s chin, a smothering throne of dominance. Her hand slipped gently to the back of Asp’s head, fingers threading through her hair with a possessive tenderness. “Tell me. How much do you want me? How much do you crave me?” Adrianna purred, her voice a velvet caress tinged with teasing command, lilac eyes locking onto Asp’s with unyielding intensity, poised to draw forth the ultimate submission. “How much are you willing to give…just to feel my lips again?”

[BlackAkuma]

It occurred to Asp - somewhere deep, within the recesses of her, where she was still capable of logical and measured thought - that she should’ve been using this opportunity to do, well…anything. That this was match, and she should’ve been trying to win it, not bowing to her opponent’s whims and letting herself be used like some kind of toy. She could fight back. She could, perhaps, even win.

But logic could only get her so far when appealing to her wants and desires was so much more satisfying, and that was what Adrianna and this private moment of longing presented to her. This room wasn’t like the demanding wrestling ring, with its barking crowd and its waiting referee. It was private, quiet, and it allowed her to indulge in every moment.

So she did just that.

One kiss became two become three, with Asp fully devoting to her desires and Adrianna allowing her exploration. The woman’s touch was addictive, drawing her in, and the more she was allowed the more she craved. That wasn’t to say she only took, however - she gave, as well.

Asp would’ve been content to lay and kiss for long, but it seemed Adriana had something more aggressive in mind, more active. She slip forward and took her seat on Asp’s chest, pinning her under hot, smoldering flesh. An enticing position, though she would be lying if she said she didn’t miss those lips already. What would she give to that happen again?

”Everything.” She answered, as her hands came to caress Adrianna’s thighs and her face nuzzled against the woman’s most intimate spot. ”The whole of me.”

[GoingBananas]

Adrianna’s eyes narrowed with a predatory grace, discerning the flicker of rational protest buried deep within Asp before feeling the moment Asp truly slipped—not into weakness, but into choice. It was there in the way her body stopped searching for leverage, in how her hands no longer tested boundaries but instead rested, receptive, offering. Logic had flickered and died beneath want, and Adrianna, ever patient, had watched it happen without interference. This, too, was a kind of victory. The seductress in her thrilled at the exploitation, her cunning patience rewarded as she wove dominance with finesse, turning potential rebellion into willing surrender.

But such logic paled against the siren call of raw desire, and Adrianna knew precisely how to amplify it, offering herself as the exquisite temptation that outshone any strategic ploy. Her weight pressed down just enough to remind Asp of it with every breath she drew. Trapped, pinned, and yet comforted by the closeness, Asp lay beneath her, exposed not by force but by surrender.

And boy, did Asp surrender—into the rhythm with unbridled fervor.

Adrianna looked down at her, lilac eyes darkened with intent, reading every flicker of longing that crossed her opponent’s face. She could feel the craving there, rising, unfocused, desperate to give itself over to something greater. Adrianna let it build. She always did. Desire, when cultivated properly, became its own restraint.

Asp’s hands found her thighs, tentative at first, then surer, reverent. Her words—everything—landed softly, but they echoed. Adrianna accepted them not with speech, but with action. She adjusted herself subtly, a slow, deliberate motion that brought her closer, claiming more of Asp’s attention, narrowing her world until there was nothing beyond the press above her and the steady rhythm of Adrianna’s breath.

In that suspended moment, Adrianna’s fingers deftly tugged her bottoms aside, baring her most intimate essence before descending with deliberate pressure, pressing her exposed crotch deeply onto Asp’s face in a consummate smother, her thighs enveloping with graceful insistence, demanding the ultimate proclamation of yielding through every tremor and quiver elicited.

“Then give.”

[BlackAkuma]

Adrianna was playing a dangerous game. Even through the lustful haze that claimed Asp’s mind, she could see that, and she appreciated the risk.

The woman moved up and took a dominating position, bringing her sex above her face. It was an act of control, demanding subjugation, and would’ve been a thing for a wrestler to avoid in a normal match - but not this one. Here, the objective was simply to force your opponent towards an orgasm, then beat them in conventional methods. Bringing them to their current position was a curious move, one that would only come from extreme foolishness or confidence.

She had only just met Adrianna, but she was confident enough to say that it wasn’t the former. That left only the latter, and confidence could grow into cockiness. That, Asp could exploit.

Later. Perhaps. She would partake of the bounty offered to her.

Down came Adrianna’s hips onto a willing face and an eager tongue. Asp sought out the woman’s pussy and went to work straightaway, going deep and running wild through her folds. The lack of air was hardly a deterrent. If anything, it spurred her to move faster, deeper, stimulating her ‘opponent’ at a frenetic pace. She didn’t want this woman to orgasm at a slow pace, no - she wanted electricity, she wanted excitement, she wanted an explosion. She wanted to challenge that calm, sensual air of hers, to see how long it could hold in the face of overwhelming eroticism.

[GoingBananas]

Adrianna’s hips descended with deliberate pressure onto the receptive canvas below, met by an ardent tongue that delved immediately, probing with unrestrained fervor through her sensitive folds. The encroaching breathlessness only amplified Asp’s urgency, her movements speeding up into a whirlwind of intensity—deep thrusts, wild explorations, a relentless pursuit designed to shatter composure with electric fervor, to ignite a cataclysm that would dismantle Adrianna’s serene facade amid a storm of unbridled sensuality.

Adrianna felt it immediately—the shift beneath her. Even through the haze of heat and closeness, she recognized that spark for what it was. Not mere hunger. Not devotion. Competition.

And that amused her.

Her posture did not change as the intensity rose, but her attention sharpened. She could feel the way Asp pressed upward with purpose, the eagerness edged with intent, as though this closeness were not only indulgence but strategy. Adrianna had seen it before: the way some fighters disguised ambition as generosity, effort as service, desire as submission. Competitive edge masquerading as selfless devotion. A clever trick. A comforting lie.

Her lips curved faintly, lilac eyes lowering as she looked down, unruffled. She let Asp work, let the pace build, let the air grow heavy and strained. She accepted the attention without retreat, without rushing, her breathing measured, her composure intact. Every second that passed without her breaking only deepened the imbalance.

Then Adrianna moved.

Not away—never away—but forward. One hand slid down slowly, tracing a deliberate path along Asp’s core, fingers etching deliberate paths across the firm, tensed muscles. Her touch was precise, practiced, confident in its effect. When her fingers reached their destination, delving between thighs and fabric, two digits slipped seamlessly inside with expert precision. They did not tease or hesitate. They pressed in with intention, asserting rhythm where Asp had tried to set one.

Her weight shifted just enough to remind Asp of where she was pinned. Her hand worked with patient certainty, movements controlled and unyielding, denying Asp the freedom to lose herself entirely in the role she’d chosen.

"Bugiardo~." Adrianna leaned forward, close enough that her voice—low, steady—brushed the air between them. “You’re trying very hard.” Adrianna purred, not unkindly. “But you’re not being honest with yourself.”

Her fingers continued their work, unrelenting, forcing Asp’s focus inward even as she demanded more outwardly. Adrianna believed in the talent of her hands. She always had. And she had every intention of proving a simple truth:

Asp could try to break her composure all she liked. But Adrianna would decide who reached the edge first.