"Highs and Lows" - Naya Kazashi vs Angelina Tarrant - Hentai Submission Match

[BuckleBuster]

The desperate cry for interference was met with mixed reactions from the crowd and referee alike. Some saw it in the same way Angelina did, a bitter rookie crying to the ref when things weren't going her way, while others sympathized with her calling out the unfair attack. The ref on the other hand wasn't to sure what to make of the situation. Was it a viscous chomp, or an overly aggressive lovebite? By the time anybody had made any sense of it, Angelina had already pulled back, still clinging onto a piece of sensitive skin between her teeth before letting it snap back into place. "Owww! Who the hell does that!" Naya yelped, still off-put by the tenacity of her opponent.

Before the girl had answered her, she was already shifting into a new position. Naya tried to resist the multi-angle attack, but there was simply just too many distractions to take hold off at once. Angelina's hands pushing against her shoulder, the legs slipping between the straddle into a new overtop position that hugged against her own, and finally the hungry trail that Angelina had sloppily streaked along her neck, eliciting a sound from Naya that was an equal mix distressed and satisfied. Overwhelmed by the woman's quick maneuvering, Naya all of sudden found herself flipped onto her backside, forced to look up into the greedy eyes of the red-head above her.

She made sure to wrap her legs around the girl's waist and lock them at the ankles, realizing that if that if she was going to be trapped in the full guard position, she would at least have them to rely on. She prepared herself to squeeze the girl when the opportunity presented itself, but was caught off guard by her salacious remarks. Naya tried to match Angelina's hungry expression with an unfazed one of her own, but she doubted that she was fully able to hide the twinge of uneasiness twitching in her eyes. "Spoken like a true slut!" she growled back, the comeback giving her the confidence she needed to overcome the girl's lusting glare.

It turns out Angelina had meant every word she had uttered, wasting no time attacking Naya before she even had time to attempt an escape. The silver-haired rookie yelped as she felt two greedy hands latch onto her breasts, shielded only by the thin fabric of her attire. She tried to squirm her way out of the grip, but her reaction only caused her opponent to squeeze tighter and for her to groan even louder. "Muuuagh..." An unsolicited moan was forced from Naya's mouth as Angelina started adding pressure onto her nipples, which she quickly tried to suppress by sucking in her lips. She was trapped for the time being, her senses overridden by the intense groping of her breasts!

[Monsy]

Neither Naya nor the crowd had a voice strong enough to alter the course of events. Angelina’s pearl-bastions embedded a fuck-bite and pinch they wouldn’t forget. A mark they couldn’t deny. What they remarked brought a calm laugh, and she calmly replied, “Me.” and lathered their neck in wet-warm saliva to dress a warm layer of sheen that she’d call her own, then dominate by flipping them onto their back and reigning control. This was no longer a slaughter. It was a feast for their eyes. Naya presented herself as a full three-course meal, skilled yet vulnerable. She couldn’t get enough of how they laid beneath her. A larger frame was suspended by someone who could hardly contend. Who operated on instinct than raw skill. It was all magic. Angelina chuckled anyway, again to how they coped with their reality. “What else are we meant to be, Naya Kizashi? Saints? Handsy strippers? Maybe a webcam girl.”

She giggled along as her hands delved and kneaded her rival’s breasts like firm dough. Her thumbs took the lead, pressing down and moving it around. Then she opened her palm, flexing all five fingers to rest them on top, “Look at you…” She leaned forward, using their mounds as a rest, and soon the Marauder’s own pair sandwiched them together. The leg-lock around her waist didn’t offer much room to hover, so she laid and craned her head as far as she could, planting her lips underneath their chin, then blowing a little warm air against their neck. “Havin’ fun takin’ it.”

Angelina’s hands coursed up. Her fingers searched for the edges of her leotard on her collar, which she’d dig underneath, then pin her palms and curl to make fist-fulls. She straightened up, looking down and securing her hand-grips and taking a deep breath. “Well! It’s about to get a whole lot better!…” And like that, Angelina tore, trying to imbue a tear on the attire, then torque and jerk, hoping to expose more and more skin of her bottom-girl.

[BuckleBuster]

Each moan forced from Naya lips was bitter sweet, a bubbling acceptance of her deep seated arousal mixed with a soft indignation over the loss of her sensual offensive. The woman's control over her orbs was so commanding, so tantalizing that Naya struggled to fight through the woman's rough and assertive grip. Her face contorted in a flow of emotions, the amalgamation of arousal, distress, and satisfaction constantly shifting between the rough kneading of her mounds. Her back arched against her will, elevating them both slightly off the mat before coming to a rest as Angelina finally relaxed her harsh grip over Naya's assets.

She couldn't help but let out a soft sight as Angelina's finger relaxed overtop her chest, no longer twisting and stretching them, but still commanding them under her not-so-gentle grip. What Naya thought was a brief moment of respite was really just an opportunity for Angelina to readjust herself, placing her own bountiful chest directly overtop her own. Shivers were sent down her neck and through her spine as Angelina's soft breath graced her sensitive skin, her honey-soaked words dripping in contradiction with the savage beast that uttered them. "Not nearly as much... as when I'm giving it" Naya stuttered, still trying her best not to show how entranced she was with the woman.

Every fiber in her being wanted to fight back, to reverse her situation with any of the many moves she still had in her arsenal. Yet her mind fought back, to drunk and captivated by the girl's titillating stare to react properly. She was so caught up in Angelina's intimacy, she almost didn't notice the fingers curling around the strap of her leotard. "Wha - Fuck! No!" Naya growled, her senses finally snapping back into full attention as she realized what Angelina was planning to do with her grip. She felt her attire tug tightly from beneath her, pulled harshly against her skin as it was wrangled from her control. She heard the squeaky tearing of nylon as the strands in her attire snapped one by one, each fiber bringing her closer to an indecent display.

Her legs, which up until this point had been wrapped dormant around Angelina's waist, finally kicked into action. Already locked at the ankles, they merely needed to flex into position, squeezing the toned red-head who had willingly placed herself between them. She amplified the pressure as quickly as she could, fearing that her hasty bodyscissor wouldn't act quick enough to cut off Angelina's attack before she had a chance to cut off her attire!

[Monsy]

The prey played her part well. How did this girl belong with such a sensitive frame? A push and squeeze here, gloss and scratch. How they arched as well, and with their bodies pillowing, Angelina could feel every slight quiver. The chatter of their heartbeat. Song of their voice. Ripples and knots inside their throat, just an ounce of hesitation. It was all she ever wanted, to encourage her hands to pursue its union with Naya's attire, curl, then rip.

The process was slow and watered her mouth. She almost bit down on her tongue. Sweet tears, strand by strand. Her smile was just ripe to enjoy it, and she shuffled her knees up, leaned down and tried to spread her arms, thus the attire in two directions. And that's when she felt hot-knives dig into her pelvic bone. Her skinny frame contorted into a tighter-hour-glass, bottlenecked as Angelina's hands froze. Her head dipped, and she whimpered, shaking her head at the escalating throb that stretched up her sides and crawled into her ribs. She gasped and couldn't quite regain her breath than a slow inhale and shaky exhale. Those hungered hues slammed shut, then one opened, and she frowned. "D-Don't be so rough… Keh…Heh… I'm a lightweight after all… H-Hah…"

The pinched portions donned a reddish blush. Her breath was slowing into ragged wet heaps, but her hands tightened, shook, but was unable to pull further. "T-Tch… Fuck-fine!" Instead, they torqued up and tried to yank Naya off the canvas and collide their foreheads into one high-way tragedy. Should it nail, Angelina would go limp as the desperation reduced her execution into a sloppy, self-debilitating mess.

[BuckleBuster]

Naya's teeth grinded against each other as she exerted more and more effort into the body scissor. Beads of sweat were beginning to form at brow, surprised that her opponent was still able to cling on for as long as she did. The pressure she was applying should have been enough to make even a heavyweight falter, much less her smaller and lighter foe. But Naya could see that her attack was eventually having the intended effect, slowly diminishing Angelina' attempts to rip apart her attire and forcing her attention to her now seething midsection.

"Let go... and I wont have to get... Rough!" Naya stuttered through clenched teeth. Finally the hold elicited the response she had been hoping for, forcing her opponent to finally let go of her attire at the collar. A few seconds longer and her precious clothes surely would have been ripped to shreds. Only a few strands remained, leaving much of her side boob on full display, while leaving the frontal portions somewhat intact. A sigh of relief exuded from Naya as she held onto her modesty for the time being, even though she knew that it wouldn't take much more rolling around to complete Angelina's work.

She released the pressure in her body scissor as soon as Angelina let go, allowing them both a moment of respite. It was short lived however, as Angelina imemmedialty swung forward and forced their heads to crash into one another. "ARGGH!" Naya yelped, totally taken aback by the attack. Her head crashed back into the canvas, both her hands rushing in soon afterwards to sooth the aching spot. Her eyes were welded shut, waiting for her opponent to follow up on her attack, but it never came. They slowly squinted open just in time to witness that the hasty blow had left Angelina in a similar state of agony.

With her head still throbbing, and her vision all out of focus, Naya was in no mood to retaliate. All she could do was take one hand off from her head and place it against Angelina's chest, dislodging the rest of her body completely off of her until they lay spread-eagle side by side. "Damn... that really fucking hurt" Naya groaned, her eyes blinking wildly in an effort to refocus themselves.

[Monsy]

She might’ve squealed if she had any breath to give. Her guts were squeezed into a knot, and she could almost feel the other side of herself from the inside. Quivers and uneasy rattles patterned her dwindling efforts, the pain soared down into her toes and head, so she bit down and smacked them together, collapsing drunk on top of Naya. Her arms fell slack outward, both eyes squinted shut, and she was shivering like a scared puppy, all from pain until tossed off. One arm folded across her chest, the other sprawled out, and the legs remained piled over the other. She heaved heavy breaths like hurling boulders. An eye flickered open, yet the glare of her head bit down on her eyelids.

“”Haha…” Laughter crept as she threw her body onto one shoulder, her arm stretched overhead so her cheek can smother the bicep instead of the canvas. “Yeeeeeeah… You think I can get a round two on that?” She turned over one more time, this time face-down and purposefully digging her forehead against the mat to hide from the throbbing light. “Feel like I’m fuckin’... sixteen and don’t wanna get up for school. Mommy Naya, can I have five more fucking minutes?” Her voice trailed on with an extended groan.

[BuckleBuster]

A small part of the silver-haired surfer wanted to just lay there for a few minutes more, basking in the warm glow of the arena lights, reminiscing about the hundreds of hours she spent sprawled out on the beaches of her hometown in much the same manner, although not accompanied with nearly as interesting of a... companion as she was now. Neither of them seemed in a rush to get to their feet, their idle stance beginning to irritate both the crowd and the referee, who's incessant foot-tapping alerted them to the fact that the match was still very much underway. With a sigh, she began shifting her body upwards, propping herself onto both elbows and turning to face her opponent.

"Sorry sweetie, but we've got to keep this show on the road" Naya said, maintaining the motherly tone her opponent had implied. Headbutts were risky moves, as evident by the fact that despite being on the receiving end of the attack, Naya was able to recover quicker than her groggy foe. She rolled over until she was on her hands and knees, shaking her head one last time to rattle away the throbbing pain. She would then grab onto the base of Angelina's scalp with one hand, regulating her force not to a violent tug but rather a commanding grip. She then steadied herself, first on one foot, then the other, gradually ascending onto her shaky knees while forcing her opponent up with her.

Once on their feet, Naya would then try and place her arm between Angelina's leg, scooping her crotch with hand. She would then place her other hand over her opponent's shoulder, grabbing onto the strap of her bra for support. "You wanted round two right? I promise it's coming... right... after... This!" Naya would whisper in Angelina's ear, squeezing Angelina's crotch as she said it. The hand cupped between her opponent's legs would surge with strength, attempting to lift her opponent high into the air.

If she was successful, the other arm around her opponent's shoulder would also spring into action, rotating her mid flight so that she was upside down. If she had made it this far without retaliation, she would try and keep her opponent in the air for as long as her strength would allow her, prolonging the suspense in order to proudly show off her strength. "TIIIIIIIDAL CRAAAASH!" Naya boldly exclaimed with one last squeeze of her opponent's crotch, before finally attempting to send Angelina crashing downwards into the mat in her signature powerslam!

Tidal Crash!

[Monsy]

Staying up to 4am, where the alcohol glow has wasted and leaves its nasty bite in your face. That would be better. She let herself soak in whatever comfort came from laying down, rather unperturbed by the annoyance of those around. It’s not like they offered any Tylenol. The darkness was her blanket, and she’d soak underneath it. Their tone was like a delicate feather, something to quirk a smug-smothered smile into the canvas. 〝Hahaha…Cheeky-shit.. Love it…〞

She’d stay still until that hand stabbed into her swelling brain. A gasp took her, the pull implanting this pulsating pain that flicked in tune of her heart beat. One knee shuffled up, the other until her hips postured in there, then the corresponding elbows. Both eyes remained screwed shut, swiping her hand out to find any better grip as Naya tugged. A hand found the lip of the rim of their boot. Her fingers curled against it, and looked up, peeking through dizzied and dilated amethyst pupils. Drool was leaking on one corner. She’d stand with hands on their waist to prop her second foot’s posture, slumped at the shoulders, knees bent and rattled like a newborn lamb’s.

〝H-Hoh…〞Her breath hitched at the fingers curling against her panty-cloaked pussy, wet through the material, heated and tender to the touch. Almost like malleable lips of jello. Her legs squeezed on the hand, shivering as her head dipped onto their shoulder, looking down.

〝Can I get a rain check on that? I’m not quite ready to be fu—Woah!!〞

Her world turned upside down and both eyes bulged. A screeching headrush poured all the blood into her brain and made it feel like a bowling ball. Her legs careened into the sky and she pushed on Naya’s chest with her feeble arms. Then crashed like banging symbols. 〝GYAHH!〞

The crowd raised their voices to cheer. Her lower-back felt like it was about to burst. The insides spiked the roof of her skin, and she rebounded into sitting upright before collapsing onto her back again. She arched and moaned with the dry aches, nursing it with two hands as she kicked her feet like a fussing baby and scrunched her face like she wanted to cry. Or war-cry

[BuckleBuster]

The ring shook violently as Angelina made impact, the crash so fierce it was almost enough to knock Naya off her feet. She couldn't imagine what that must have felt like on her opponent's backside, but she didn't have to: The results were right in front of her. Her red hair splayed out on the mat, her hand clutching at her back as her body tried to arch away from the pain.

Naya brushed a strand of hair away from her face, revealing a satisfied smile to the crowd who were now riled up over the awesome display of power. The pain in her own head felt like a fading memory, especially when she had Angelina's own writhing agony right in front of her to compare it to. Her smiled softened as she crouched down, winking at Angelina before getting down on her knees.

She would resume the same position Angelina had put her in just moments ago, a full guard, except this time she'd be on top. She spread the red-head's legs wide before placing herself between them, completely undeterred by the precariously positioned limbs of her opponent. She had a feeling Angelina wouldn't be able to exert a dangerous level of power even if she tried to squeeze her way out of this like Naya had before. But then again, this girl did have a funny way of surprising her at times.

Nonetheless, she moved the rest of her body into position, scooting her knees forwards until her thighs rested firmly against her opponent's. "Round two... just like I promised!" Naya said with another wink, as her fingers began to crawl towards the woman's breasts. Once there she would give them a gentle squeeze, each palm grabbing a handle of her opponent's respective orbs and massaging them between her fingers. Her grip was firm but respectful, kneading an playful with the woman's bra-covered tits while only giving the occasional rough tug. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, sometimes finding themselves playfully pinched between Naya's fingers.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind, I mean it's only fair after you got a feel for my pair right?" Naya giggled, increasing the pace and strength of her massage. Her fingers mimicked what Angelina had done to her, kneading and probing the busty flesh to her will. "Solid shape, and so firm too! Man I gotta get a better feel" Naya teased as her fingers began poking underneath Angelina's bra. If they were allowed to enter unopposed, Naya would continue stretching and squishing the girls tits between her fingers, relishing in the feel of the girl's unobstructed mounds conforming to her every touch.

[Monsy]

Half her spine was missing. She was arching on pure swelled muscle and guts. A tailbone that felt shattered, pricked together, and this nagging chill pinched her diaphragm so hard; the next inhale was like a war. Cold as she may feel, laying flat was like prodding a scalding iron. She did everything to prevent it, but eased, bit-by-bit into the canvas, whining and choking on her wind; her lips contorted into a meandering river, and her eyes had more friction than a missionary porno. Then Naya added herself between her legs. Her knees are half-propped up, pressed into their opposing hips, parted out towards the opposite ropes, then lifted off as Naya eased her thighs into another. Naya effectively mounted her. “G-Guh…”

The streams coursing up her body like a spilling liquor was the greatest concoction of pain-pleasure she ever had. Chills and aches, a rush and a blush. She didn’t know whether to fight or to take it. Except when they landed, doughed into them, she arched her head back and cooed a sultry-silk moan, fit for ear-candy. Naya wouldn’t find much push-back. She wasn’t the fierce thrashing ocean but a tame beach that sloshed on her shoulders as they played, enjoyed and frolicked on her mounds. The rough tug always made her middle-back arch, where both hands folded up by her spilled-out velvet tresses and clenched. She was so warm inside her face, chest, core, and hips. Her nipples hardened to their mutual delight, as that threw her into a light thrash back and a gasping whimper.

“I guess now that you’re already grabbing them…” She said through nihilistic chuckles, giggles and descent into hitching breaths, with Angelina looking left and right to see if she could grab onto anything. Nothing. Her attention resettled on Naya, who started to delve underneath. Once again, beet red; with a smile. She propped onto one elbow, biting back the pain in her back to grab the wrist of one of her hands. “Are you getting greedy on me, Naya Kazashi? Can’t I get a kiss first?” Though she allowed it to happen, without much strength to contest. Her head rolled back to sigh, then turned up to watch, moaning against her lower-bitten lip, and still without much response than holding their wrist as they did it.