A Goddess and A Menace! Aphrodite vs Isabella Rose

[Violet]

Hentai Submission
Win by making the opponent submit in orgasms

"Why would you like it to be that way anyway?!" Ava sat on a stool across the room, legs folded and browsing on her phone. And trying to straighten her sister's thoughts about POW matches. "It's dangerous! What if you lose? You'd be theirs until the sun rises! And with how evil these people are in LAW, I think you need to really think about it when joining those."

Meanwhile, Isa was brushing her hair grumpily. No replies came but whines, grumbles, and stomps of her foot until she set down her brush. She's more bummed than ever! "But I won't! She fixed her outfit, giving it a few tugs here and there.

"Now this isn't time to be confident. A beginner means we know near to nothing about them! You should be just as careful. Besides, that's one thing too! They won't want some fresh girl out of the gate to have fear in the back of their mind, you know? Being prisoner and all?" Ava then slid her phone to her jeans and stood, putting the final touches on Isa's outfit!

"But it's not like I'm gonna do anything bad about them!" Isa pouted. "I just want to have someone to play with, watch movies, and make friends!"

Ava then placed her hands on Isa's shoulder and crouched down. "I know. I know! Tell you what, you go through this and I'd take you to those late-night bistros around town! We'd eat anything you want!"

"Alright! Alright!" Isa opened the door and was about to exit when she spoke again with a giggle. "I'd go easy with those restos, though, if I were you. You're getting fat since we came here."

"Wha~" And the door closed between them before Ava could complain. They'd certainly have something to talk about after this!

Soon afterward, it was Isa's time to make an entrance! Her music slowly came to life in the arena, raining the crowd with an upbeat tune!

"Welcoming to you first! Hailing from France!! Isabellaaaa Rooooseeee!!"

Isabelle Rose

And there she was, arms up high, basking the cheers of the crowd! Beaming out from the curtains all smiles and with spring on her step! She strutted down the ring, high-fiving some fans and giving hugs to those few lucky ones. She had caught the heart of many in her little time of LAW, being someone who was gentle and softhearted but still had the scary strength and command in the ring! And her fanbase seems to grow even more as time passes! Soon, she'd find herself in her corner, stretching and waiting for her foe to arrive!

[SimplyMoon]

Aphrodite's time backstage was far away from one of a small argument and more so quiet contemplation as she waited to be called out for her match this evening. She'd rest back in her seat, cold locker steel meeting exposed skin, something to keep her mind concentrated away from any sort of fear she could have. PoW matches were always in a sort of way harder than a normal match, the stipulation forcing folk to give it their all in order to win and avoid the punishment that would be brought upon them. It wasn't much that Aphrodite cared about the stipulation but it did make the things far harder than they needed to be regardless, but she did accept the match type from up high.

"Ma'am you are on in five," spoke one of the stage hands, peeking through the locker room door.

"I'll be out soon then," she'd respond, taking off her earbuds and pausing the episode of Gundam that she was watching. Throwing her phone and buds into her travel bag, she'd give herself one more good stretch as she pulled up the toeless white MMA socks she wore. The blonde would then step into the backstage of the arena, following an attendant up to the front.

"Coming from the halls of Mt. Olympus, the Love of the World: Aphrodite!"

Aphrodite

Unlike Isabella, Aphrodite wouldn't even seem to acknowledge her fans the way her opponent did. Instead the supposed goddess of love would strut down to the ring wearing a rather revealing outfit, wanting to draw as much eyes as she could before she got up on the steps to the ring, looking out back to the crowd and giving the only source of acknowledgment, a kiss blown out towards the crowd. Aphrodite would then go under the ropes to get into the ring proper, watching her opponent with a smirk upon her face.

[Violet]

Words have it that her foe is a goddess of impeccable beauty. What is she doing here in a vile sport instead of modelling or something more classy and honorable is anybody’s guesses but Isa. Isa only wanted to wrestle then bring her home and have her way with her. Oh wait, she can’t.

“Oh! Come on!!” she cursed under her breath right when her foe’s music started blaring in the arena.

Isa watched in awe as her foe for tonight came brimming out the curtains! Goddess indeed, looking at her curves feels like staring into heaven. Her strippable outfit matches her motif the best way possible. Isa can’t take her eyes off her even as they weaved their way into the ring. She can wager that Aphro is even hotter than her sister. Oh, she won’t hear the end of this when Ava finds out.

Isa took a gulp, eye to eye with her foe. And with a sudden change akin to flipping a switch, a lecherous smirk crept up her features! A lick of her upper lip as she sauntered to the middle of the ring.

“So mighty and regal, are you now, mon cheri? You hate to see it, but I’m sure seeing a goddess outfucked and broken in the ring is a first for a lot of folks here tonight! Why don’t we give it to them!”

[SimplyMoon]

Aphrodite's brow would perk up as she heard Isabelle speak to her. Was she really trying to intimidate her, a goddess of her skill and beauty, she could almost laugh and she eventually did as she laid back against her corner post. She'd watch her for a few moments, stretching here and there as she waited for the bell to ring. It was only after the referee checked her that she even responded back to the French woman, "The only thing that will be broken in the ring once we are done shall be you I'm afraid. Furthermore, I never give the crowd what they want, I give them what I want. Mortals affairs are of little concern to me," she says looking none too pleased.

"Expected from such a lowly opponent as yourself. It shall be fun taking you as my servant for a short while. Maybe you can prove yourself in the meanwhile," she states standing straight now and assuming a wrestling style position. All she needed was the bell to ring and she would be on her quick. She couldn't afford to lose this match, to be a PoW so early in her LAW career would destroy her reputation.

[Violet]

Something about this girl really sparked Isa’s heart. Excitement bubbled from within like a fine champagne her smile couldn’t hide. Aphrodite isn’t like anyone she has met before. Elegance rightfully spoke her name, a goddess. Confidence shone, comfortable with their own skin exposed by how little of garment she wore. And a look in their eyes that couldn’t be more smug, looking down on her like a peasant.

But even with all that, Isa was captivated. She was captivated so much so that she didn’t mind waiting for their response. But not in a sense that made her feel any less. For her, Aphro was just a rarer, more majestic prey, an albino elk. She waited, pulling on her gloves, then her hands rested on her waist as she gyrated her hips, and a hum plucked her breath.

“Now you see, I don’t think I’d like that.” Isa chuckled. speaking as if the outcome of the match is a choice for her to make.

“And now that’s just rude! We should always give the crowd what they want, they are the stars of the show! Am I right?” Isa tossed her arms to the air, heralding a massive cheer from the crowd!

“I’ll prove myself to you, alright! I’ll prove I’m the best lover you would ever have, Mt Olympus and back!”

The bell rang just as the last word was struck and Isa ran out of her position like the wind! With her already in the center before the bell rung, Isa would hope to cut the space Aphro can move through and corner her with a lock up! If successful, she would push forth, huffing like a bull, hoping to send them back to their corner, then press her body onto the goddess in an intimate trap!

[SimplyMoon]

"That's the spirit," she spoke with her own hands on her hips before the bell rang and the goddess of love was after Isabella with a fury, "Now show me if you can take on the might of Olympus!"

Forming a wrestling stance she'd quickly circle around, ready to tumble with this woman. While she suspected she was just a normal goody two shoes, there was a feeling that something was a miss with her, something dark that was down inside her that startled Aphrodite to think of it. However, that was just speculation and she doubted it was exactly the case as she circled around before circling her opponent before charging in to attempt to tackle her down to the mat, the best place to pull of some hentai style moves on this troublesome face.

What she didn't expect was Isabella already upon her before she could barely react. She ended up moving right into her opponent only to be forced right back as she couldn't get a proper position in time. Soon she was pushed right up against her home turnbuckle, locked up against it as she tried to push her way free all the while wrangling with Isabella's body against her the whole time, pushing shoving almost sensually between the two.

[Violet]

Goddesses just don't come from anywhere. You'd be lucky to see even one in your life from a distance. And such, to fight, best, and tame one in a battle of sexual prowess and dominance would be like no other. Isa licked her lips from the thought. She was hungry and eager to get hold of Aphro. She was a lion unshackled in a colosseum!

Isa charged out of the center of the ring with a smirk on her face. She caught them off guard, she could see it in their ocean hues. They felt vulnerable even for a moment. The girl behind the goddess peeked. Hesitant as they retreated and backed down as they saw her run with caution thrown about with mindless abandon. From Isa's predatory eyes, it was a prey cornered.

A meaty thud erupted as their hands locked in Aphrodite's corner, right where she started from. The crowd cheered the young French girl for getting the decisive advantage right at the start of the fight

Their sensual bodies then meshed to unity as they fought for ground like horns-locked bulls. Isa's arms buckled and trembled as the goddess tried to struggle and escape. But Isa was far heavier and so, each lean of their frame and legs outstretched to try and push felt like grinding against her rather than to shove. Their breasts pressed and mushroomed against each other. Their thighs and legs brushed for each step gained and taken back.

"My, my, so eager, mon cheri. What's the problem? Feels cornered and vulnerable? Embarrassed for being like this after those big words?" A chuckle slipped from Isa's mouth. The girl was already relentlessly peeling their minds, reading through it like an open book.

"No need to be. Just picture that we're all alone tonight. No crowd, no ref, just two lovers. Now let me know how a goddess tastes like!" Isa would then try to push forth her lips to lock with theirs.

A liplock to tame the entrapped goddess as her tongue would slither past their brims and dance with its newfound partner. Tasting a goddess for the first time and drawing in those first moans right from their throat. She would then try to mesh their bodies even further, confining Aphro in her corner!

[SimplyMoon]

Isa seemed to now exactly what Aphrodite was thinking as she was slowly being back into her own corner right off the bat. The both them pushed and ground up against each other in an almost sensual manner, after all it was a hentai match, but this wasn't as pleasurable as one could think as the goddess tried to push her opponent back. Their breasts mushroomed up against each other with Aphrodite's possibly bigger. Isa was heavier but just as relatively strong, making it a fairly even match as it appeared like no ground could be gained either way. For Isa however whom had managed to get the goddess into the corner, there was none left to really take, seemingly able to get into Aphrodite's mind and figure out what she was thinking, that slight sense surprise that had taken her as her opponent seemed to get the better of her.

"You want to know what I taste like?" she spoke as her mood in the struggle changed, changing into one of pure confidence. Aphrodite was ready to bring out her own counter attack and this was the perfect time to do so, "Very well then."

She would accept the kiss, going into it with reckless abandon. Her tongue would quickly wrestle with Isa's as now every part of their body seemed to be in some sort of sensual combat. Moans of pleasure would come from her in response to her opponent's, perfectly masking what she was attempting to do as she would soon move low to to try and tackle Isa down to the mat. Two could play at the mind games, and while Isa may have been able to read the goddess like an open book, what she could easily be reading was from a rather unreliable narrator.

[Violet]

"Mmphnnnn...." Isa caught their lips and kissed them as if they were her forlorn lover. She tasted her eagerly as she consumed her like a rabid dog. Aphrodite tasted exactly what the French sinister had thought. Sweet yet intoxicating. Much like wine addled by the moans she caught and that trickled down her throat! Her muscle pushed forth, slipped between their lips, and invaded their mouth to tangle with theirs! Saliva sloppily spilled out of the edges of her lips as their tongues danced their sensual ballet. Each vying for an advantage. Each trying to outdo the other

Isa didn’t let up for one second. She forced their body to mend. To push against each other in that dainty little corner. Letting their legs to intertwine and feel the bubbling heat on their crotch. Their mounds to mushroom against each other. And their aching hard nipples to touch. She wanted to squeeze the goddess tighter to her cage. She wanted to taste her deeper. Know her better with her tongue.

Isa’s blush grew more sporadic across her cheeks. Just as her moans, reciprocating Aphrodite’s own as she took pleasure in taking the lead. Aphro just had no answer whatsoever in this early aggression. And the further they went like this, the weaker they got... Or so she thought.

Further and further she went. Pushing the woman to her corner. Showing them her place. But ultimately sinking herself deeper to a trap!

Her eyes widened as the goddess enacted her plan. She scrambled to counter it but it was too late. Her back hit the mat with a thud as the goddess piled on her. She whimpered to Aphro’s mouth as the lip lock was still there. Aphrodite easily took the top position. And thus, control! Isabelle was in trouble.

[SimplyMoon]

Aphrodite could have been said to have been having some fun letting Isabelle technically take the lead as the two fought for sexual dominance over the other. A lesser fighter would have been easily cowed by such, letting them lose themselves to the sweet flavor of another woman's mouth. Lost in the feeling of the exquisite body Isabelle had and slowly being taken down until there was nothing left but a mess on the mat, a spectacle for the camera and the fans in the audience.

Naturally however Aphrodite was above all a schemer and one that wouldn't allow to be upstaged regardless of just how good someone was at applying some romantic skill, let alone tongue work. She was goddess after all and a goddess of love at that wouldn't let some upstart maker her look like a bimbo fool. Well maybe somewhat at times but when it came to the ring it was dead serious and now, being the one to topple her opponent and take control was just as much a display in her ability as it is with her deception. It would be her that broke off the kiss, smirking as she did before attempting to struggle her way into grabbing one of Isabelle's legs and grapevining the other to attempt aBanana Split Hold.