Takao vs Ionel

[LunarOcean]

"C'mon, you know you like submitting to these muscles. Wouldn't be the first time!" Somewhere between desperation and lustfulness, Ionel found her lips near-magnetically attracted to Takao's features, suckling cheeks and licking her earlobes. This fight was turning her on. The struggle was an aphrodisiac and the desert was the hopeful sight and sensation of a soon to be mewling, submissive Takao. She felt Takao's concentration break with the smalling of her tits, grinding her abs twice as hard in rapid up and down motions. She was almost putting herself on her tiptoes, leaning forth precariously to the extent there was the growing risk she might topple over the ropes.

The danger was another turn on. So was Takao's body earnestly grinding back against her, making her abs feel all the tighter. She wasn't sure if she was able to feel her own muscles or if they had morphed into an indefinite mass of lava-hot arousal. It was as if she became a force of pure physicality, intimacy, and sensation at once slobbering on Takao's face and trying to drill through her belly. She'd stopped focusing on her own sore tits, pushing herself harder and harder, lost in the ecstasy of total arousal!

[SwordSavior1]

Growling from frustration due to Ionel's taunts having slight weight. She found herself succumbing to Ionel's eagerness to let their bodies becoming further acquainted. Having been on the defensive for too long, might lead to the foundation of Takao's fortress to collapse. "Ahhhh...ahhhhhh" Her perky tits sinking even further while remains of her bikini only left small strands of fabric. A large crevice might be imprinted in her stomach in only a few seconds.

"Grrrrr..." Her cheeks flaring up up, unknown if it was anger or the sensation infecting up to those cheeks. She had no hope fighting against this juggernaut directly and had to use her wits if she wanted to survive another minute. Before she could be drowned in an ocean of slobber and sweat, the ravenette used her left leg to swipe sideways against the blonde's limbs. Hoping to obstruct balance, especially since she was tiptoeing. "Urghhhh..." Without any second to waste, she tried coordinating her upper body strength to lift Ionel off the ground even slightly before bowing down to slam the American onto her spine.

[LunarOcean]

Ionel had over-committed to her desperately horny attack, an all or nothing tactic taken under extreme desperation against an opponent who arguably was an equal. As she felt her body at first pleasurably sliding up Takao's, she began to realize that she was getting the "nothing" part of the saying. She had time to utter half of a curse as she felt vertigo take over and the world blur with sound and light. The blur ended with a burst of pain as the mighty American amazoness' back slammed into the mat with a rope-shaking impact, jolting her awake as she twitched and recoiled in agony. Her massive size worked against her with all the weight that was slamming down.

Ionel tried to raise her arms but they felt brittle and heavy, her muscles screaming in protest as she writhed and tried to roll away. She hated that she had to run most importantly, seething with frustration as she tried to aggressively drag her body over the mat like some crippled sea turtle. Maybe not crippled but very angry for sure.

"Got me good there tofu-tits! Just wait until I get up, I'll wring you dry like laundry..." She grumbled, trying to roll over to her bell and push herself up on wobbly limbs.

[SwordSavior1]

Finally giving up on the passive stance, Takao wanted to show off the flexible powerhouse style she was most well known for. The powerhouse aspect was expressed by how a sonic boom resounded across the arena thanks to Takao's spinebuster attack. The crowd were shocked into silence after that display of concentrated strength. However this sensual war between her and Ionel was far from over, so Takao could only rest on her knees only for a few seconds, especially with the blonde planning a retreat.

"Flattery...won't get you anywhere!" She snarled at the American woman attempting to adjust her posture. Reaching out to seize Ionel's left leg, she aimed to ensure that the colossus of a woman remained on her back at all times like a stranded turtle. Using said limb as a support, Takao hauled herself to a stand, pulling the leg in between her thighs to tether them together. This was followed by the submission specialist turning around in a 360 degree motion, twisting the leg inward for a toehold. The usually collected fighter felt as if she was on fire, repeatedly stepping over to physically and mentally torment the prone fighter.

This culminated in Takao looking down at her opponent once again to transition into another submission. "Stay..." Here she suddenly dropped onto her back, forcibly folding Ionel's injured limb so the Japanese woman can knot up her opponent's thigh. Then Takao laid to the side, while her feared weapons got to work trying to pulverise what was left of that leg of Ionel's,

[LunarOcean]

Ionel's eyes shot wide and she screamed out in pain. What looked like fear flashed across her eyes, clashing with the anger and frustration that now defined her hulking form. Flat on her belly with Takao on her leg, Ionel was reduced to pounding against the mat in an attempt to pull herself over to the ever-far ropes. Every moment that passed was one of excruciating agony and reluctant arousal. Her love of muscle against muscle extended to legs but it wasn't often nowadays she found this arousing sensation creeping against hers from the meatiness of her curvy opponent. That sensation of pleasure only amplified the explosive pain from joints bending in directions they were not supposed to.

She couldn't see what Takao was doing exactly but she felt it and that was what was most important. It was all terrible of course. Her leg throbbed with agony and she desired an escape more than anything. Kicking, struggling, thrashing - it all felt futile and that enraged her. She was in a problem she could not smash or fuck her way out of, reduced to pulling herself along like a pile of sweaty meat. She didn't have the enthusiasm or energy to say something witty to the submissionist snob, rearing her free leg to shoot back and hopefully kick her in the gut or thigh as she went all in on trying to drag herself to the rope.

And when she got free, oh when she got free, Takao was going to be tofu paste!

[SwordSavior1]

Until Ionel was flattened like the flag she always bore, Takao would continue relentlessly twisting the blonde's body, specifically those legs until the only time she could appear under the spotlight was as a human slinky. Takao did relish in their tug of war, especially since the ravenette was still under her streak of submission supremacy, drenching in a coat of arousal and sweat. Yet her concentration wasn't so dented that she wouldn't offer Ionel that desired offering.

Eventually the toehold converged to one of Takao's personal favourites, applying formidable compulsion against a lone leg until it morphed into a new shape. At the same time, she subtly brushed her leg abdominals on two fronts to magnify the shock sent to her giantess of a foe. "I heard your kind loves to erect statues, perhaps I shall do the same..." Flexing her thighs in an effort to fully quash Ionel's willpower, however evasion and mental tactics could only work for so long. "Ahhhhh...Nooo" A less worn leg struck Takao's near thigh, resulting in enough of the Japanese woman's focus to leak and spread her legs further. Such a small opening, but more than enough to tip the scales.

The blonde was able to control their special ride and even if Takao readjusted the submission in time, she would have to deal with the ropebreak, so some short-term yet simplified form of progress was needed. Taking a risk, the ravenette decided to help her opponent by reeling back intentionally to separate their bodies. Even if she felt a sting thanks to that legstrike, Takao reeled back each limb in such a manner so she can raise her body in a crouched stance, peering at the hopefully stationary blonde. "Stop!" Aiming to keep them both at ground level, she formed a short leap and let gravity do the rest, wanting to crush Ionel's shining torso with a sudden bodysplash.

[LunarOcean]

"Grrrr, you don't see me making tacky national stereotypes about all of you Japanese now!" She growled, burying her face into the mat to hide how aroused she was getting from all the meatiness rubbing against her. It sure beat the pain that accompanied it with how she felt like her leg was being turned into a chiropractic showcase from hell. A lucky strike broke Takao's hold and gave Ionel the moment she needed to begin using her free leg to drag her wounded one like an overweighed garbage bag across the mat. It wasn't that much longer to the ropes now...

As hand met rope, Ionel turned around to see a shadow that blotted out the light above. Without the time to even form a thought, she cried out in pain as Takao's curvaceous body bombed down onto hers. Ionel cried out in pain as she bounced against the mat, the wind knocked out of her sails from the massive curves of her opponent crushing into and denting her mighty muscles. Abs already unfocused from the submission nearly crumbled from the full weight of the thicker woman slamming onto them.

Down on the mat again, Ionel panted and huffed as her shaking arms aggressively pushed at Takao's sides. She was the one who did the crushing! Once she got that marshmallow woman off of her...

[SwordSavior1]

"And those tofu jokes?" Assuming all of those previous jabs were specifically targeted, so Takao thought she could have at least one. Ionel would reach the ropes with just one leg, confirming the Japanese woman's suspicions about the submission being no longer necessary. Thus while the blonde was busy concentrating on the edge, Takao successfully enacted her alternate route of offense.

"Ahhh..." Another clash of curves and muscle caused Takao to yowl but not as intensely compared to the woman who laid beneath. Remaining firm while the blonde's form bounced around, the technical fighter returned to her favourite game of breaking Ionel's body into crumbs through continuous grating from those curves. She had a headstart thanks to the massive strides taken to drain Ionel's mind and stamina, however that stubborn resilience started to emerge no matter how many tremors.

It took just a little shove for Takao's grinds to decelerate, so the ravenette had to act fast if she still wanted to hoard Ionel in her clutches indefinitely. Only slightly tiling so their bodies could become slightly more parallel akin to a frontal mount, once the American prepared another shove, Takao slipped her right arm underneath the back of Ionel's neck. Assuming resistance from the blonde's left bicep, Takao tried using her free appendage to shove the near elbow to cross it slightly over their own neck. In this short span of time, the submission specialist bowed her head down to press the brute's shoulder and keep that same arm trapped.

[LunarOcean]

"That's not even specifically Japanese!" Ionel growled, thrusting and thrashing to try and escape the increasingly immobilizing holds and nipple-perking, muscle hardening pleasure. She could feel her leg starting to shake from the sheer agitation and tension coursing through her body. This match had to end fast and she was increasingly willing to take big, risky moves to get in the one that would put it all in her palm.

Before she could implement any plans, she felt a plushness against the back of her neck and around her shoulders. She wasn't sure what Takao was going for until she felt her own arm cross under her chin. It took her a moment of struggling to realize that all she could do was ineffectually grip at the floor and flex her bicep. A show of strength that she could not summon at the moment.

She growled and almost yelled, trying to flex and roll, slamming her free hand against Takao as she now found herself trapped under a mass of squishy, heavy, and annoyingly dextrous Takao!

"C'mon you squishy paste-ball! Lemme out and I'll make this way more pleasurable than you can imagine!"

[SwordSavior1]

It as pointless to argue any further about targeted jokes, because of how it would go in circles and the overwhelming pleasure invading their mind. Takao still tried to completely numb through debilitating holds. She took a risk by engaging the beast upclose and it seemingly paid off as Ionel's head and left arm were left trapped indefinitely, leaving the submission specialist safe from facing the larger woman's full strength.

While she continued to apply pressure through the Kata-Gatame choke and weight, anytime their sweaty stomachs made contact Takao would try to reap off that delicious grind as evident by her hums.

However this piece of sizzling bacon wasn't cooked just yet. "Aughhh!" A struggle started to resurface as that beefy hand slammed into her core. The fans were in for an eyeraiser as the ravenette tilted towards the side as a result of Ionel's attempted roll. Will the American reverse this hold?

"No..." Utilising her entire mass and quick thinking, Takao tried to vice one of Ionel's legs for additional control, still clinging onto the other woman's neck. Then she would try to overpower the blonde with a brief slam, wanting to keep her amazonian opponent on their back indefinitely and crushed.