The Fateful Reunion [For Luncha Libre]

[Teenwrestler]

With Daisuke holding onto Tigresa's beautiful face, pressing it down against his sweaty pecs while squeezing his biceps around her head the luchadora would perform an impressive bridge and flip to escape his clutches. It didn't work out too badly for the prince either, as he too, took this time to roll over and get up on all fours first before pushing up onto his knees, panting heavily and catching his breath although not without sending a couple of playful jibe to his rival.

She seemed to ignore his small talk about food but the taunt of tomboy did catch her attention as she repeated it. "Oh, you don't like that one do you?" he grinned back when he saw her mischievous grin. She seemed to take an issue with his remark, gasping in surprise as her chest swelled up when she took deep breathes. Her wrestling sports bra would strain against her impressive breasts and soon she would impress the prince by kicking her legs up and twisting her hips, doing a pinwheel to spin herself back up to one knee. Her damp hair would dangle down her face, covering it.

"L-little prince?!" Daisuke would repeat those words, surprised and shocked at that remark that he hated. However, this time he only chuckled and grinned, looking to make her pay for that. However, the prince wasn't ready for Santa's advances who was eager to lock up with him. She threw himself at the male and grappled with him, their bodies SLAPPING into each other an Tigresa ended up taking Daisuke down on his back with her on top, once again out-grappling Daisuke.

"Nrghhh owww! N-no way, since when did you ARGHHH g-get so strong?!" he would say looking up to her face while squirming under her. Daisuke's muscular body would tremble under Santa's as he struggled to wrestle against his greatest rival in the heated and sweaty conditions.

[Luncha_Libre]

The Tigresa was smirking at her clever escape from Daisuke’s powerful pecs, but even after she’d managed to turn the tables on him and get in a little verbal jab, if the wrestling prince was paying attention he would see that the lucahdora was still blushing.

“Hn!” La Santa grunted as her thick body slapped up against Daisuke’s firm muscular figure. Her blush deepened beneath her mask, but she remained focused on the task at hand. She grinned, even as she strained against him. Daisuke’s compliment only deepened that grin, as she leaned even further into the grapple.

“I’ve-ughn! I’ve always … been … strong! Where … huh! Wh-where have you been?” Santa Tigresa tried to tease him, as she struggled against his grip. The lucahdora pushed in, trying to take a step forward and get some ground on her opponent. Stepping in, however, would bring La Santa’s generous hips flush against Daisuke, tucking her warm crotch pressing tight up against him. Unconsciously, while not being something she would ever consider admitting, she might have even started to grind herself against him! Biting her lip, La Santa caught herself, and twisted at her hip. The move would have the side effect of thrusting hard against Daisuke’s tights, but would also hopefully give her the leverage to throw him back down to the mat once again!

[Teenwrestler]

Never had the two fierce rivals wrestled like this before, they were like a couple wrestling for fun. Enjoying each others company, blushing, grinding against each other suggestively whilst all the while taunting each other as well. Daisuke did see her still blushing and so was he but perhaps it was because of all the hot steamy conditions they were in.

The two wrestlers were engaged in a grapple, their warm, sweaty skins would slide and grind against each other as one of them looked to take control. Santa, to her credit, would do her best to hold on and even turn the tables on the prince who was no doubt distracted by all that suggestive grapple and the fact that he was not used to such heat and sweaty conditions in a wrestling match.

"Nrgh..N-not this strong.....I-I've been here! Gawd you're so sweaty....hah" he would say, complimenting and taunting her at the same time as the prince struggled against Santa in the sauna. Tigresa would lean forward and their bodies would grind even further, their crotches were now pressed together as Santa would begin to grind herself against him causing him to moan. "Mmmm" he moaned before suddenly his tights were tugged when Santa twisted at her hip and tossed him down to the mats.

*THUD*

"Ouuufffff" he cried out, laid on his back with his arms and legs spread wide. Daisuke would pant heavily as his sweaty, chiseled body was on display for the luchadora who out-grappled him.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa’s cheeks were hurting, her smile digging into the sides of her face as she rolled around the hot room with Daisuke. The young man’s well-muscled body would grind against her as she worked him over, making her soft figure blush and her skin burn, but the Tigresa tried to use that energy to keep on the pressure, pressing herself even tighter against him despite his hands flailing around her sweaty skin.

Finally, La Santa got a good hold and get on top of him, pressing her body against him. She blinked as he cried out, part of her surprised that he was taking all of this so well. Normally, by now, the duo would be at one another’s throats. Instead, La Santa paused as she felt Daisuke’s bulging manhood press against her warm, flush crotch, making her inner thighs tighten around his toned body.

“Hah!” La Santa panted, “Hah, hah … got you …” Beneath her mask, Santa Tigresa stared wide-eyed down at Daisuke’s prone body. It shocked her how vulnerable he looked, with his arms and legs spread wide, his body panting beneath her. The luchadora barely registered that she’d bested him in grappling, just taking in the sight of the young man beneath her. A bead of sweat ran down from her face, along her neck, across the generous curve of her breast before dripping down to his chest. For a moment, she was quiet, her abs tightening, her crotch pressed flush against Daisuke’s bulge, trying to fight her own base impulses …

[Teenwrestler]

As the two continued to wrestle in these extreme conditions, Daisuke was starting to tire faster and faster. He wasn't used to such heated conditions and was sweating quite a lot. The steam and the sweat made the whole place quite stuffy and musty, making it quite a challenge to wrestle on. Under these conditions, Santa seemed to be holding off far better than the prince who was struggling and had lost the second successive grapple battle against her. Once again, he found himself out-wrestled, pinned to down to the sweaty mats with his rival on top of him.

She would proudly press her warm, sweaty body down on him. She was smiling....yet so was he, it was like a couple involved in play date wrestling. She would grind his body hotly against him, making him moan softly. It was already hot and her constant grinding and close quarter grappling wasn't helping him either. Santa further pushed down on him, her thighs tightened around his body. For all his muscled, fit body...he seemed to be struggling and trembling under the might of La Santa.

Sweat dripped down her body onto his, he knew he was beat! "Hah....no more....I can't stand your heat nor your sweat" he admitted. He leaned his head upwards towards her, stealing a kiss from her again. "Enough, I submit...." he admitted, unable to continue in the sauna.

[Luncha_Libre]

La Santa pressed her advantage, though her body was shining with sweat and almost trembled as she would grind against him. The sauna was exhausting, and a tough environment to wrestle in. If nothing else, the prince was right, this was indeed a solid challenge. Fortunately, it seemed as if Santa Tigresa was more accustomed to the heat than her handsome young rival, as her grappling once again put her on top.

“Hah!” The Tigresa half-laughed half-panted, pinning young Daisuke to the canvas. She hovered over him, hands pressed firmly into him, holding his body down. She looked down with a wicked grin, a little flash of teeth. It had been some time since the two rivals had locked up, and even in a room that was rapidly getting steamier, the luchadora looked like she was getting heated. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths, beads of sweat matting her hair as it dangled own around his face, ran down her neck, along her generous bustline, and dripped down to Daisuke’s chest below. She watched the beads splash against him, and smirked.

La Santa felt Daisuke tremble in her grip, and her thighs clenched. Her legs pressed into either side of him, trying to hold his body down, pin him beneath her. When he spoke, she grinned even wider, wanting to hear him say those words …

“Mmhm!” Santa Tigresa’s breath caught heavy in her throat when Daisuke kissed her. The move was surprising, and sudden. The luchadora arched her back, pressing her curvy figure up against him, but she didn’t back off. Quickly, involuntarily, she even opened her mouth a little, letting her teeth catch his lip ever so slightly, before he submitted. Caught up in the moment, the Tigresa wouldn’t let him break off the kiss. If he tried, after giving his submission, she would follow him down, pressing her lips against his, until she could force his head back against the canvas and take full control.

[Teenwrestler]

It was a surprising turn of event. Neither of them probably ever saw their bitter relationship change into something more...friendly and even intimate. The two had a competitive wrestling match but something was different. It was not fueled with hatred like their previous bouts, instead they were smiling, laughing and wrestling like a couple. Perhaps it was the match type that had gotten to them? Whatever it was the two acted like they never did before around each other. Regardless of their new found attitude, it was still a wrestling match and a tough one at that. Daisuke was certainly not used to these conditions and was struggling to cope up against Santa.

Tigresa would grapple him down, she had him pinned and trapped. Daisuke's muscular body glistened off sweat as the Tigresa took control. Her body sank onto his, thighs pressing against his sides to squeeze him and hold him im place. Her chest heaved, clearly she was exhausted too but much more willing to continue than her male rival. That smile, that grin she had on her face was something Daisuke had never seen before and Santa seemed to be loving this.

Her sweat dripped down onto him, they were plenty sweaty already and it didn't matter who's sweat was rubbing against who at this point. Daisuke finally gave up, he couldn't handle her grappling ability and her constant grinding against his body in such heated conditions. It was a constant battle of trying to get Santa off of him, trying to take a breather but she kept pressing the advantage until Daisuke simply didn't have any more stamina to continue. Leaning in for the surprise kiss, he finally offered the verbal submission.

However, Santa would take over the situation now. She not only welcomed the kiss but seem to push her advantage in it. "Mmmm" he moaned before breaking the kiss. "I said I...Mmmmmm" he mumbled when Santa followed him down and pressed her lips against his forcing his head back against the mats and took control. His proud, chiseled body trembled under her and he struggled to gain composure. Locked in the kiss, Daisuke would simply moan in the lip lock before bringing his hands to her upper back to give her a light tap.

"Mmmmm I-I give Mmmm" he moaned.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa took no small joy in having her handsome young opponent pinned down beneath her, feeling his muscular body writhing underneath her curves. She enjoyed the feeling of trapping him down, holding him in place. Unlike all of their previous encounters, this wasn’t to prove a point, or to show the fans what they were made of, or for revenge or pride or anything else. Santa Tigresa felt free to simply enjoy herself and gave in to those feelings without thinking twice.

Before she knew it, the Tigresa had let those feeling run wild, and was pressing her lips against those of the Wrestling Prince while she held him down. Her body sank into his, her warm flesh pressing into him until she could feel herself grinding slightly against him. Her back arched, her ample breasts pressed into him before she tucked her hips and pressed them against his manhood. La Santa would let herself sink into the man, taking him into the ground.

The Tigresa could hear him submitting, and she loved the sound of it, but she couldn’t let that stop her. Not now, not with the heady mix of emotions swirling around in her head. She let him break the kiss, talk again, then took his lips. Daisuke would submit again, and she broke that kiss as well. This time, however, she would take her mouth to his neck. She pressed a kiss into his neck, then let her teeth tease at his neck, tugging at his skin lightly, letting her tongue lap against him, as he hands ran up his arms, then his shoulders, before she took two firm fistfuls of his hair.

Biting Daisuke’s neck seemed to bring La Tigresa back to reality. She pressed her face into the nape of his neck as she tightened her thighs around his waist and tucked her body firmly against his. She enveloped him, tension in her muscles as she let out a nervous shiver that made her skin quiver against him.

“O-okay,” she said, breathlessly, “you give. You … you give …” La Santa released her grip on his hair with one hand, letting the hand slide down his face, across his neck and to his muscular chest. Her eyes were wide open, surprised with herself. What was happening? Why had she let herself do this, this time? She shook her head. “So … what now?” La Tigresa asked.

[Teenwrestler]

It was a bit unusual to see her so hungry in a match that wasn't even counting for the record books. However, all their matches whether in front of a crowd or in private were very competitive but this one had a different edge about it. It was competitive yet playful and neither of them had the feeling of hatred towards each other and simply enjoyed wrestling each other for the first time in the history of their rivalry.

Her tactic to pin him down to the sauna room mat worked, her body sank into him to keep him pinned until his will to wrestle faded due to the heat and sweaty conditions. In the end her grinding and grappling would make him submit. Perhaps the first submission did not register to the very enthusiastic and determined La Santa who seemed hypnotized by the kiss. When the first kiss broke, Santa would for the first time follow in and voluntarily kiss Daisuke. After the second kiss, Daisuke would submit for the second time causing Santa to break the second kiss before moving her lips to his neck.

Daisuke moaned softly when she kissed his neck, her teeth would playfully give him a lovebite on his neck before licking it. Her hands ran up his arms to his shoulders before grabbing two fisfuls of his hair. Santa was very primal it seemed she really wanted Daisuke after years of suppressed sexual tensions. The steam from the sauna continued to flow, the place was very hot and steamy and the sauna room was thick with the scent of the wrestlers sweat.

Upon hearing her question, Daisuke's hand would move up to Santa's chin who refused to remove herself from Daisuke and continued to grind against him. "Yes....yes I give" he said softly before raising her head up to kiss her. "It seems you are...hah...more accustomed to the heat and sweat than me" he smiled. "Good match Santa! It was a good work-out.....now...I hold my end of the bargain right? We go the locker, shower, change and....continue this wrestling date at a restaurant? Foods on me" he smiled as his hands moved up and fingers started to play with her very damp hair.

"Then tomorrow maybe we can....meet up again and....um, wrestle?" he said blushing.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa’s mouth worked over Daisuke’s firm skin fiercely, the luchadora finding herself bucking her hips a little, pressing her body against him flush, even grinding him a bit. When his hands tugged at her hair, her breath caught in her throat and her bust swelled against his toned body. The luchadora lost control for a moment, bucking her hips tight against him, feeling his manhood against her inner thigh, sweat forming on her body for entirely new reasons as she continued to maul the young man that she had pinned against the wrestling mats.

When La Santa had spoken, she breathed the words, hot against his skin. She had given herself up completely in the moment, letting her body take over and just do whatever, while she had the wrestling prince exactly where she wanted him. This had been some release after years of tension, years of buildup, and now she was finally allowing herself to let go.

His words, however, brought her back to her senses, a bit. Hearing him give up, surrender to her, sent a chill down her spine. Once more, Santa Tigresa drew her body long and lean against him, pressing her generous curves against his body, before snapping her head back. Her long, thick black hair whipped over her shoulder as she stared across the room. The Tigresa’s breathing was deep, heavy, panting. She felt Daisuke push her up and off of him, and she shivered. She listened to him speaking, and beneath her mask her eyelids fluttered shut. Slowly, her lip twisted into a smirk, silently chastising herself.

La Santa simply accepted it, as Daisuke raised his head to kiss her again. It was the least she could do, she told herself. Besides, it felt good not to just shove him off out of hand, after all this time. She took some deep, body-quivering breaths, trying to center herself before speaking again. After just a few short moments, she was able to speak again. At least, mostly.

“Aaahhh, huuh … hmmm,” La Santa exhaled in a whistle, trying one last time to compose herself. She opened her eyes. “Yes, Daisuke, I do believe you owe me a meal.” The Tigresa pushed herself off of him straddling the young man with her powerful thighs, placing her hands on her hips. She sat above him imperiously, her thick body and heaving breasts looming above him. “And if you really feel like getting pinned down again, today … that could be a possibility.” La Santa smirked at his hand in her hair, before flipping it again and pushing herself off of him, to make her way bake to the showers before dinner …