Creatures of the Night

[BlackAkuma]

While Alyssa was still in great shape, she would be lying if she said that the rigors of age didn’t catch up with her, at times. Every day, she felt a little slower than the last. The treadmill seemed to take more out of her. Bones ached, muscles strained, and it seemed like routine activities grew harder and harder. It was impossible not to notice, both in what she felt and saw in the mirror.

But the moment she locked horns with Natasha, she could feel that all melting away at once. Their skin slid along each other, their breasts pressed together, and it was as if she was siphoning the youth out of her foe. She felt younger, wilder, brighter, stronger. She was alive, in a way that only wrestling could give her. A truly special sensation.

But being invigorated wasn’t the same thing as being invincible, a fact that Natasha illustrated quite succinctly when turned Alyssa’s trip attempt against her. The two of them went down, but the blunette got the better of the scrabble and wound up on top, pressing her chest against Alyssa’s face and keeping her pinned. It wasn’t at all an unpleasant place to be, but she had no wish to stay in that soft prison for long - while she wasn’t so vain as to think she couldn't lose, it wouldn’t be this way.

Instead of wasting her time with futile struggles, Alyssa planted her feet, breathed deep, then pushed up hard, attempting to hurl her opponent off in a single, explosive motion.

Not before she gave Natasha's skin a few supple licks, of course.

[lyannapelon]

If anyone had tried to tell Natasha that Alyssa had lost anything to time she wouldn't have believed them. Even if Alyssa had told her such Natasha would have thought the woman was underselling herself and that was especially true after their first true embrace, the heat of Alyssa's chest as they mashed together seemingly throwing fuel onto the fires of Natasha's lust~

The carpet that greeted them as they fell to the floor was thankfully thick and incredibly soft to the touch, so much so Natasha couldn't help but daydream for just a moment about how the floor would feel upon her naked skin as her and Alyssa got truly heated. "I've been wanting to do this since I first laid eyes on you behind your desk..." Her voice was just low enough to make those watching from the sidelines close by to strain to make out her words, her thought would have to wait though as Alyssa distracted her with a few teasing licks, and then tossed her off a split second later!

Natasha was sent rolling off to the side as she flew for all of about half a second or less, landing on her back beside Alyssa while her soft breasts jiggled about within her tightly fitted outfit. "What do those thoughts and desires say about me doctor?" She would then quickly whisper into Alyssa's ear before rolling over and rising up onto her hands and knees, staring at the good doctor with a bright smile.

[BlackAkuma]

Alyssa couldn't resist a deep, dark chuckle at Natasha’s proclamation, saying how she’d been dreaming of such a situation since they met. Not that she doubted her, especially when she could say much the same. But she couldn't resist a slight tease. ”How oddly specific.” She breathed deep, committing Natasha’s scent to memory. For some reason, it brought to mind the smell of an ocean. ”Do you dream of wrestling every therapist you meet, or am I special?”

As much as she hated to part with Natasha’s body, it was necessary if she didn't want the game to end so soon, which she very much did not. Once her opponent was off and away, Alyssa rolled to her feet and rose to all fours, poised like a cat ready to pounce, only to find her foe in the same position. She kept her eyes forward, locked on, never wavering from the blue-haired beauty for a moment, even as the crowd gave them enthusiastic cheers from the sidelines.

”My diagnosis?” She smirked and licked her lips as she began to circle Natasha, not closing in yet. ”You’re young. Eager. Perhaps too eager. An attraction to older women, maybe?” She gave her a knowing wink, before she threw herself forward once again, bringing her hands up to lock horns with her fulsome foe in an attempted to get on top. This time, she tried to go low aiming for the chest with a short shoulder tackle.

[lyannapelon]

"Well you're the first one I've ever faced like this, take that as you will~" Natasha replied while rolling over onto her hands and knees, her eyes never straying from Alyssa for more than a split second as she wanted to savor the sight of her, and judging from the pair of hungry eyes staring back at her Alyssa felt much the same way. The pair of lionesses began to circle one another while those who had gathered to watch nudged their way to get as close as possible, all except for one enterprising woman who had convinced another guest to get on their hands and knees while she stood on top of them to get a better view of the action.

Inside the unofficial "ring" Natasha listened to the doctor's completely objective diagnosis while fully expecting Alyssa to charge her at any time, acknowledging it with a silent nod of her head. "Can't argue that..." Before another word could leave her lips however the expected tackle came with Natasha chuckling even as the good doctor pounced onto her with a speed that took the blunette, who had thought herself well prepared for this charge, by surprise. Even so she managed to get her arms up in time to grasp onto Alyssa's shoulders, only this mattered little given the other's shoulder had gone for the closest targets...Natasha's bountiful breasts!

The impact took Natasha off her knees and down onto her back with the doctor on top of her, the Frenchwoman's legs kicking out to avoid getting pinned beneath her. "And I'm the eager one?!" She gave voice to the thought that had made her laugh while struggling against Alyssa, pushing up on those shoulders to try lining up their chests for another round of heated grinding.

[BlackAkuma]

Alyssa would have usually been more methodical and careful with her opponents, preferring to let them do most of the work in a match and wear themselves out. That worked fine with the less experienced men and women she often found herself with, people who weren’t used to the blend of sensuality and combat, but she suspected that wasn’t the case with Natasha. While this exact wrestling style might have been new to her, she was no stranger to the feel of another woman against her, to the grind, the friction of two hungry bodies. She was doing far better than most.

That meant Alyssa needed to press her advantage, and she did, throwing herself into Natasha with a substantial charge, hoping to overtake her. It wasn’t a wasted effort, though Natasha’s reflexes did her a great service, allowing her to bridge up and stop Alyssa from entirely pinning her down.

That wasn’t to say there was nothing to enjoy, here. Their breasts pressed and slid against each other, mushrooming in the middle. It was a sensation worth indulging in, and perhaps Alyssa would - later. For now, her focus was on getting control. ”I never claimed not to be.” She threw the woman a quick wink, then threw herself to the side and tried to get her legs around Natasha’s waist, hoping to trap her with a bodyscissor.

[lyannapelon]

"Careful, your therapist is showing~" The reply was on the tip of her tongue in an instant as even amidst all the small feints and movements that came with a struggle for control, the dozens of quick decisions one had to make in order to prevent being outfought, Natasha's quick wit refused to be silent. She had always been quite the tease and it had served her well in getting into the minds of her competition. But could she do the same with an experienced shrink? That was a question Natasha was quite curious to discover the answer for.

However it was also one that she would find in due time, a good thing considering Alyssa truly did require her full and undivided attention. Her hands instinctually shot downward to intercept the pair of perfectly shaped legs snapping shut around her waist, too slow to stop Alyssa but she got a jumpstart on tugging on the top leg to reduce the pressure as best she could. Natasha was as fit as anyone else in LAW and while there were definitely stronger wrestlers on the roster she considered herself no slouch in that department. Even so arms against legs wasn't a match up in her favor so after a few pulls her hands would start to roam for other targets.

"To escape or not to escape, that is the question." Spoken through gritting teeth, Natasha wouldn't leave Alyssa in the dark on what she meant for long. Sitting up as far as those legs would allow, Natasha's hand closest to Alyssa would reach over to fill itself with one of the doctor's enticing boobs while the other would travel down along those legs to Alyssa's feet where she could start trying to break them apart.

[BlackAkuma]

”You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Alyssa quickly snapped back with her quip, enjoying their repartee. Despite this being a match - of sorts - she relished the chance to sprinkle in some commentary, loving the way Natasha spoke. It wasn’t often that she had the chance to engage in a little verbal sparring, with so many of the people she encountered being offput by her very presence, even if they weren’t attracted to her. It was always lovely to meet someone who had enough wits to string together two coherent sentences who could go more than five seconds without gawking at her breasts.

That wasn’t to say that Natasha didn’t pose any physical threat - far from it. She demanded her attention on that front. But, in her current position, Alyssa was more than comfortable enough to let a few words slip.

Her bodyscissors clamped tight around Natasha’s waist, drawing her in close, cutting deep into her midsection. While Alyssa had never been the sort to derive pleasure simply from crushing a body between her thighs, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t see the appeal of it. There was something so sensual about brutalizing a body like this, grinding it to a pulp as her thighs swelled and pressed and crushed. Of course, Natasha wasn’t about to let her have that fun without resistance, already trying to unhook her legs, but she was well prepared for that.

Alyssa slid her foot down, bringing her leg under her knee, going from a straight bodyscissors into the figure-four position. A strong, stricter variation on the usual hold, one that would give her opponent far less room to breath. At the same time, she brought her hands behind Natasha’s head and pulled her in close, almost looking like she was going for a kiss, before her mouth slid over to the woman’s ear, instead.

”Already trying to get away from me?” She tensed her legs, applying even more power. ”Aren’t you enjoying our time together? I certainly am.”

[lyannapelon]

"Not a bad thing at all, just don't start counting our time together tonight as billable hours." Natasha chimed back in with another quip of her own, giving Alyssa a quick wink to show her playful side was still well intact despite the legs slowly pressing in around her midsection like a constrictor snake. This was an all too familiar position for the wrestler, both from her training and from live experience in the ring, so while not a pleasant sensation it was one Natasha was comfortable dealing with for a while longer. Truthfully she was just enjoying being this tangled up with Alyssa. Getting to see this side of her new therapist was simply too enjoyable to let it pass too quickly.

However Alyssa had the thought to escalate matters and with a simple but effective shifting of her foot she did just that, drawing a sharp hiss from Natasha as her last breath was forced back out through pursed lips. Her abdominals tensed up to resist this added pressure but Alyssa, ever the distracting force, kept her from doing any more with that honey sweet whisper.

"Would I be here...uhgh...if I wasn't loving the company?" She whispered back while turning her head to bring their lips within a hair's width of one another, yet she would not advance any further than that. "Trapped as I am though you wouldn't hold it against me for exploring *all* my options, right?"

As those devious words left her lips Natasha turned as much towards Alyssa as her straining midsection would allow, distracting herself from the pain with further squeezing of Alyssa's breast and when that wasn't enough she lowered her head to kiss the barely concealed nipple that capped the mound. Her other hand would abandon trying to force her way out and instead shoot for Alyssa's crotch instead, Natasha curious to hear how the crowd would react when she went to rub along the doctor's lower mound as well.

[BlackAkuma]

”I wouldn’t dream of it.” Alyssa had a dark, husky chuckle, pouring from her mouth like a fine liquor. ”This one’s on the house.”

Of all the bodies that Alyssa had gotten between her legs - and there were more than a few - she had to say, Natasha had one of the best. She was partial to more athletic women, with waists that she could easily encircle and apply maximum pressure. Still, she didn’t like them too strong, either - a rigid set of abs was like chewing on an overcooked steak, too tough to be truly enjoyable. But Natasha had the perfect balance - a soft, inviting body, and supple skin that her leg muscles seemed to melt into. Crushing her was absolute rapture, and Alyssa could keep herself from moaning at the heavenly sensation. She could’ve done this all night.

Natasha wasn’t about to allow that, of course. The woman didn’t go quietly into the gentle night - no, she struggled in the most delectable way possible, worming around and turning to face her. It was more than that, though, as she took the opportunity to let her curious hands roam over her body, to taste her with that delicious mouth. That gifted touch went lower, lower, lower, until it found her softest spot.

Alyssa let out a hiss that turned into a sigh as she ran her hands through Natasha’s blazing blue hair and let the strands sift through every finger. ”There you are. Good girl.” She smacked her lips, getting them nice and clean, as her scissorhold began to lose some of its bite under the amorous assault.

[lyannapelon]

Alyssa's little joke deserved an equally witty reply Natasha decided, even if it meant taking her lips away from the doctor's delectable nipple that was outlined so beautifully by the tight leotard Alyssa had chosen for their contest. "Oh how lucky am I? Although..." Her voice remained as gentle as a whisper, paused ever so briefly for the blunette to run her tongue slowly over that same nipple from before. "Speaking of on the house, do you make house calls doctor?"

Natasha's grin was rarely as big as it was in that moment, the Frenchwoman chuckling softly to herself until another flexing of Alyssa's thighs reminded Natasha of just how hard those legs could squeeze. She found herself running a few fingers along the doctor's thigh in admiration before reversing course and slipping her hand right up over Alyssa's thinly veiled womanhood. "Wanted this since our session I see~" Those words were spoken with the utmost confidence, even if she suspected the truth might have been that Alyssa had been thinking about this ever since Natasha's file was laid upon her desk.

Either way Natasha wasn't going to let this opportunity pass her by, especially since those legs lost some of their strength at her touch. To further test this Natasha pressed two fingertips firmly upon Alyssa's mound, feeling her way along its curve until she felt the woman's labia beneath the thin fabric. Up and down her fingers would rub, slowly at first but never with any less pressure as she needed Alyssa to feel her touch despite her clothed status. Faster and faster her fingers would rub while her other hand remained busy squeezing, bouncing, and just having fun with Alyssa's heavy breast...leaving the other one open for more of Natasha's expert suckling. She wouldn't be satisfied until the dark fabric was soaked through with her saliva.