Takao vs Ionel

[LunarOcean]

Ionel's eyes clutched shut as she pain and pressure combined with the growing, perking pleasure for a truly unholy combo. Ionel's enormous tits, normally a massive advantage, had grown ripe and sensitive from the constant bodily contact. She attempted to shift them left and right, seeing what she could arouse out of Takao's hefty counterparts. Her free leg tried to kick away with its brutish strength, the captured limb flexing monstrously to try and shred and grate Takao's on top of her. A free hand grabbed at Takao's limbs, trying to do anything to pull her off of herself.

All the while with a very unbecoming, flushed expression. Ionel wasn't the sort of woman who had a secret desire to be dominated. Yet a part of her respected those that could do so. Such emotions were welling up in a rather... reluctant way. Whether it was the flush on her cheeks, the extending of her perky nips, the way her legs were trembling. It didn't take a genius to tell that she might know what was coming.

Could Takao hold out for that however? Ionel was one of the ten strongest women in the old league and she was making it clear that such brute strength alone would force Takao to bring out her best. Thrusting her belly up and to the sides, trying to rock her body in the process, the enormous woman was hedging on the friction of their bellies to distract Takao via arousal. While it wouldn't contest the control of her limbs, maybe it could arouse her into distraction enoug she could get on top of her and use her weight to turn the tables.

[SwordSavior1]

One could argue that Takao took most of the burden, inducing this enormous pleasure on herself while this unruly bull was further provoked to make the usually collected rider to flare up. Even if Ionel's breasts became brittle, they were enough to slice through the sweat and force Takao's set to slightly twitch. The iron rod known as the blonde's free leg aggressively pounded against her core, resulting in further delays due to the sting it left. Even with renowned leg strength she had trouble keeping the restrained limb in place. By going all in, she risked paving herself to be stamped like paper within a single roll. Takao may as well have locked herself using both arms to just restrain the neck and a lone appendage.

With increasing every belly clash, a more prominent shade of red emerged on Takao's cheeks, also displaying a slightly contorted expression. All her 4 greatest weapons worked vigorously to fix half of the blonde's form, but Takao had to disengage and seek a safer position, but keep the beast all chained up. It was time to show Ionel what form brute force took on the another end.

"How about we play your games then?" She exclaimed having simulated this procedure in her head enough times, still possessing enough concentration to track progress by a simple gust of air. Spreading her own legs apart so only her left parallel limb would be hooked around Ionel's worn and bent leg. Hoping that this would create at least some layer of confusion, Takao tried to nudge the previously straddled leg sideways above the blonde's other appendage, crossing them into a four shape. This was with intent to forcibly cross Ionel's lowerline of defence against one another for further compression and self-inflicted harm. The submission specialist then proceeded to close her jaws to surround Ionel's thighs to add to the crushing sensation.

She took a deep breath to control the inner tides of her mind and gain the necessary energy. Relying on the chokehold and leglock to keep a firm stance, Takao reared her hips and arched most of her body backwards to avoid those sharp grinds. A second later, the heavyweight showed she wasn't one to be taken lightly despite being slightly outsized, so her large pile of curves abruptly descended to crush the Amazon's body. An aim to bludgeon or stab as opposed to slice as even if the recoil had its bane, she took the risk of trying to pulverising her foe into submission.

[LunarOcean]

Trapped into a tighter and tighter space, Ionel's strength proved futile against the octopus dexterity of her curvy opponent. With but a single limb at her disposal, she was far from a master of kicks and less so when knotted so tightly against the curvaceous, ever tightening, and practically tentacled grip of her far more technical opponent. Ionel could only glare; her expression stung with more power than her awkward, feebled kicks were capable of as if she could simply will Takao off of herself. That was but a dream however.

"Come at me! Not like you could even dent this body!" Ionel growled, proudly flexing her muscles. Her tension faltered for a moment as she felt the agile legs of her oppoennt rapidly shift. Before she could capitalize on a potential opportunity, she felt her already punished limb stretch out and groaned. Her haphazard window of opportunity abruptly shut as she leaned to the side, feeling and seeing her limbs knotted up and biting her lower lip. A second later and her head pulled back, pressing against the mat as she gritted her teeth and barely mouthed out a choked, desperate cry of pain.

Soon, the cries became a song as a lovably curvy body pressed onto her faltering belly. Ionel's abs flared in protest but as the gasps of the crowd could tell, they were faltering in a very rare moment of weakness. The avalanche of sheer, squishy body mass backed up by Takao's not-insignificant muscle rolled and splashed at first, held at bay by the sheer density of muscle at hand. Yet it was muscle weakend by a very strentuous mass and such defences eventually were forced to retreat, hardened mass turning soft as they began to collapse beneath the sensual deluge slowly crushing them flat.

A great warmth was spreading from below Ionel's body, one that Takao would begin to feel with each slam combined with a very familiar, arousing scent. With each pound, more and more leaked out of the bigger woman's nethers, a rare reddish colour climbing across her features. Slowly at first but ever faster, Ionel was finally giving in!

[SwordSavior1]

In this true test of brains vs brawn (even if the former wasn't a twig either), Takao took many strides to inhibiting Ionel's movement through her flexible fighting style. She could feel the defiant kicks as becoming more of a slight annoyance over time due to less of a sting. On the curvy woman's turf, she was unmatched and very close to silencing the blonde's bark.

"If you insist..." Takao uttered in response as she prepared herself to take up Ionel's challenge head on. These fighting words might have served as an additional distraction as in record time she managed to leave the arrogant woman lower half entirely chained and lined up for execution.

The clash between their varying bodies let out a high-pitched smack enough to ring in a few spectator's ears, if they weren't drowned out by the American woman's cries. Even if it was soft and smooth, these dense curves perfectly combined with Takao's developed muscle to provide the ideal ultimate battering ram, enough to weather through Ionel's fortress and obliterate into dust over time. "Ohhh..." Despite screams from beneath, the submission specialist herself only panted softly which only arose because she was motivated to pummel Ionel even more, overshadowing the slight burns from repeated slams. The scent that resembled spoils of war being a main source of invigoration.

Bodies perfectly lined up as if symmetrical, a rhythm could be tracked until Takao abruptly hesitated. She wasn't retreating but preparing. Her entire torso remained arched for a slightly extended time period. The Japanese woman that released one shout and let gravity do the rest, ramming herself into Ionel to finally break that hide.

[LunarOcean]

Ionel's eyes went wide as a hammerblow against her belly rocked her entire sweaty, needful body. To her credit, she didn't immediately cum. Her body twitched and convulsed or at least attempted to within the grasp of Takao. Yet it was reduced to mere squirms at most, twitching against what little Takao's body would allow for as her resistance broke and she leaked free and wildly from her nethers. The heat of their connected lower regions reached a fever pitch as her once indomitable abs finally went from their standard rock hardness to an at best slightly bumpy, otherwise mashed potato consistency. It coincided with the now mostly flattened breasts that once propped up Takao's, a mere shadow of their former perk and girth.

Like a very large and half emptied out bean bag, Ionel melted in defeat under the triumphant Takao as strength left her and reluctant submissiveness filled the vacancy. Her huffing breaths could barely reinflate her belly, starving for air from her exhaustion and panting arousal. Yet she was too proud to ask for mercy even as her once mighty arms were reduced to slackness. Struggle she would not but look away with a confused if increasingly upset, dissappointed glare she would. Not at anyone in particular but with thoughts centred solely on her own failures; she would not suffer such a loss again so easily!

"Contrats..." She managed to huff out. "Guess I was wrong about you. But that's once I'm wrong. Next time," She turned to Ionel, trying to release her own arms from her grasp. "I'm gonna squeeze ya until you beg for more."

[SwordSavior1]

Another deafening smack echoed as the meteor made its effect. A slightly sunken in stomach and shortness of breath from that exhilarating venture, yet otherwise her body was only decorated in their pool of sweat. With the slight delay where Ionel just twitched around, Takao was almost ready to let those bumpy curves to prepare another press until the blonde's body finally surrendered. Another victory added to Takao's name and one that proved old traditions never leave their routes, especially when it came to making art out from the bellies of arrogant woman.

Rather than let the referee immediately assist or raise her arm, she decided to lay in a bath of Ionel's sweet juices, letting that still perky chest swamp over Ionel's deflated set. A scent so enthralling and strong that the shivers almost rejuvenated Takao on its own. Almost nothing felt better than conquering an old rival, even if she had to Ionel was somewhat a problematic obstacle to overcome until they reached ground zero. Having rested enough she decide to converse with her fallen foe, taunting the American with what resembled a pompous smirk.

"I see you have some humility after all...but don't try to just simply bulldoze me again, otherwise this position might become all too familiar..." Finally disengaging from the blonde and kneeling aside. She looked forward to yet another opportunity to make this woman demure, but for now the rest of the wrestling world will feel Takao's jaws.

[LunarOcean]

"Yeah yeah, blah blah, quit being a humblebrag, I lost alright? Gosh, you're so thick but also like, THICK thick sometimes." Ionel could actually believe she lost. Losing to Takao was something that had happened before but the win-loss ratio had been fairly even before. It wasn't that she didn't think much of Takao as much as she was confident she had this one in the bag especially earlier on. Here she was, eating the words she'd thought to herself, body feeling like dead weight and her once mighty muscles cutely softened.

She had been humiliated moreso by herself and properly dominated by the far more technical wrestler. Should she feel bitter? Maybe for now. Coming to terms with defeat was always the hardest when it was one where nothing went wrong and someone simply fought (and fucked) better than the other. So she supposed she'd prefer being left to her devices on that front.

Ionel rolled onto her stomach, panting as she wobbily tried to push herself up onto her limbs. Yet in this post-orgasm state, every inch of her felt like it was as heavy as a beached whale. She felt herself drop, wobbling arms giving out as all she could do was give the mat a dead-eyed, confused look. She knew what happened but in spite of that, she wasn't going to take it laying down in the future.

Next time they met, she swore to herself Ionel would need to be peeled off mewling and submissive from her abs.

Takao wins by orgasm.