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

[BuckleBuster]

Her opponent's mounds were like putty between Naya's fingers, malleable rolls of dough that contorted to her every touch. She could practically feel the shivers of satisfaction radiating throughout Angelina's body, her gentle twitches and squirms evidence of Naya's golden touch. Pleasure had broken her will and pain had shattered her ability to fight back, leaving The Marauder's fate in Naya's gentle hands.

She couldn't help but laugh when Angelina called her greedy, and beckoned her in closer for a kiss. The notion prompted an idea to her head, one that she would pursue as she leaned in closer while still maintaining her firm kneading of her opponent's breast. "It's hard not to be when I have you all to myself" Naya teased, giving both orbs yet another rough squeeze. "As for that kiss, how about I do you one better?" the silver-haired surfer said with a sly smile, leaning in even closer into the full guard. Her face hovered just inches from her opponent's chin, her mouth slightly agape as if she was about to go in for a kiss.

But at the last second, she reverted course. Her fingers, which had been steadily molding Angelina's breasts beneath her bra, slipped away from the task at hand in order to instead shift the garment a few inches above the girl's chest, revealing her bouncing breasts for the entire arena to see. Naya would then swoop in, her mouth open not to connect with Angelina's lips, but to instead slide directly over her opponent's nipple. She suckled the nub greedily, her tongue dancing in slow circles around her areola. Her other hand continued to grope and squeeze the woman's other breast, ensuring that both orbs would receive ample stimulation.

She puckered her lips, delivering the kiss that she had promised onto her breast, before resuming her hungry devouring of the woman's delicious tits. She jumped onto the adjected breast, first giving slow and delicate kisses on the firm flesh before giving that nipple a similar treatment as before. Her hips began to move in unison, widening themselves against Angelina's frame and providing room for her pelvis to thrust into her opponent. Her crotch assumed a mind of it's own as it it rhythmically humped and grinded against Angelina's sex.

[Monsy]

Naya took a thrashing mountain into a calm ocean wave. She who played god on the Marauder’s form, gentle and sweet, longing and tough, a reminder of whom sat in control. Like high and lows, Naya allowed her to relax, almost adapt and coo out a honey-sweet whimper through a chewed bottom lip. Her head turned back and found the fans, then up again and moaned before she moved on her prey. The white capsule inside her mouth was scavenged beneath the tongue, flicked to the rear of her bottom teeth when she beckoned. Her smile grew when they took that next squeeze, letting out a warm sigh to blow air against their cheek. “Hm, what might that be?”

Then her tongue swiped across her upper lip as they neared, eager with fluttering half-open eyes, her head already tilted to receive. A cheer decked the crowds as they saw the Marauder’s bare nudity, the shape and the nipple fully exposed in Naya’s hands and send Angelina into blissful tears when they suckled. She dropped flat onto her back, moaning out once, “Oh fuuuck…” In that angelic tone of before, grabbing handfuls of the canvas, clawing and scraping. Her breath hurried into a skip, her chest puffed out as she arched more; her groan felt a new wave of pleasure-height as they ground against an already soaked panty-cloaked pussy. Her hips rolled to meet them, however, hungry, still smiling and confidant. There wasn’t much shame in whimpering again as they dabbled little pecks on each. The need dripped her voice like it were her own juices. Especially after her nigh-orgasm. Maybe she was getting too carried away? But did she even care? She even laughed a little. “You’re such an evil devil…” Then when their mouth returned to wetting her breast, Angelina threw one hand in her hair and a second into Naya’s scalp, shivering again… “F-Fuck… More… Mooooooooooore…”

Her demands continued as Angelina took her shaky hand, ripped it from her own head to put a second into Naya’s. They clenched and pulled her in, smothering her between the two mounds they tortured, then a leg from the outside threw itself around Naya’s waist and she rolled Naya onto her back. Her hands continued to yank them in, and she even shimmied her shoulders to add a little extra spice to their fray.

[BuckleBuster]

Naya had feasted on plenty of tits in her short but erotic wrestling career, yet few tasted as sweet and genuine as the pair before her. Perhaps it was the thrill of the match, or the mystique of her opponent, or just the abundance of lust that seemed to consume them both, but whatever it was, Naya soon became enamored with her own sexual conquest. Her eyes remained close, no longer focused on beating her opponent so much as savoring her in her entirety, sampling every square inch of her sweet flesh like a child licking their plate clean.

When Angelina's hand gripped tightly onto her scalp, Naya didn't even flinch. She was drowning in so much pleasure herself, just from the mere act of sucking and grinding against her opponent, she figured that the red-head must be overwhelmed with it too. And she was right. The loud moans of her opponent reverberated across their interconnected bodies, the screeching of nails clawing against the mat indicative of unmitigated pleasure. Naya rolled with the rough grip of her opponent, sinking deeper and deeper into the fleshy feast, wanting to leave no part of Angelina's mounds untouched.

The hints of their shared pleasure were too abundant to ignore, but still, Naya wanted to see it for herself. She wanted to see lust radiating in her foe's purple eyes, ecstasy roaring out from her agape mouth. So she stopped her hungry sucking in order to slowly lift her head upwards to match her opponent's gaze. But she couldn't. She tried again, this time jerking her neck upwards to glance at the view she so desperately wanted, but once again she was denied.

Confusion began to blot out her previous feelings as she slowly realized that she was no longer in control. Angelina's fingers were not engaged in a mere love grip, but a commanding one, with both hands wrapped around her head to keep her there. Furthermore, Naya's mouth was no longer where it used to be, suckling against the hardened nipples of her opponent, but rather forcefully slid down and buried along with her nose between the crevice of her opponent's breasts!

"mmm...mmmpgh!?" Naya groaned, her flustered screams muffled by Angelina's breasts as she was forcefully turned over. A breast smother, caught right at the peak of Naya's distracted state pleasure! She tried to shift her waist upwards, only to find they it too had been caught unsuspectingly by Angelina's legs. She let out another groan as she was forced deeper into the smother, the embarrassment of the situation on full display.

Her hands, which had once been gently groping her opponent's luscious mounds, now began wildly swinging at the red-head's side. A mix of open palms and closed fists descended on Angelina's ribs, although the haze of confusion clouding Naya's mind seemed to weaken the blows. After a while she suspended her attack, delegating her hands to a feeble grip on Angelina's sides instead as she tried to quickly unclog her mind and get out of this hold before she ran out of oxygen.

[Monsy]

She was being devoured in every lovely sense of the word. Not a second spent worrying about tomorrow, nor even how she might end up. It became so easy to let go, forget about the minutes, the seconds, and deep-dive inside every repressed instinct buried under decency. She moved without process, reckless but deliberate. There wasn’t any plan in mind nor a goal. Then she pinned between the two well-licked pillows they so loved, happily making it a three-some for Naya’s eager foreplay. “Gotcha now.” And they rolled over, shimmying and twerking her chest on Naya’s head. She was about to giggle, if not for the strikes that turned her breaths into stumbling coughs. “F-Fuck, dude…” Not that pain would stop her. She knew a genuine punch when she felt one. This was not earnest, more like a dying animal’s last bite. The crescendo before a metal song’s sudden pillage into memory.

When she felt those hands lower to her sides, her tongue clicked. She had her. “Hehehe…”

She lifted off, planting her hands by the sides of Naya’s head, peering down with a cheeky smile. A rather unbothered look for someone whose tits are blatant-exposed to the crowd. Someone who knew what they got into and what to expect. It was the first gander of the evening, and the crowd cheered. “Hey, hey…” Her finger prodded their forehead, their cheek, then circled over her lips. “Wake-y wake-y. I still want my kiss. What do you say I call you little Naya from now on? Hm?”

[BuckleBuster]

Naya couldn't help but admit that her rival's breasts were even more intoxicating up close, especially as they were already lathered in a mix of sweat and saliva from her greedy feast earlier. But that didn't make them any less dangerous, as the silver-haired rookie was slowly coming to learn while Angelina's mounds continued to choke the life out of her. She wasn't left with any other option than to suffocate between her bountiful breasts, hoping, praying that Angelina wouldn't snuff her out completely.

Her wishes came true as her opponent finally elevated her chest and thus released the smother, allowing for a rush of air to enter into Naya's lungs. She gasped, her eyes widened in a mix of shock and relief. Her vision was dizzy after several seconds of being deprived of air, but after a few more deep breaths she was able to focus in on the elegant features of her opponent looming above her, still yearning for that promised kiss. It was brief moment of respite, but Naya knew that she had to take advantage of it, lest she find herself locked between those heavenly tits again.

"Hmmm, I don't know, I think I still prefer mommy... and I think it's about time mommy finishes off what she started!" Naya said with a dry giggle, before whipping her arm around Angelina's neck. As encroaching as the breast smother had been, it still left her arms mostly free, meaning she was able to swing one of them around until the base of her opponent's neck had been caught in the crease of her elbow. With Angelina still on top of her, all Naya had to do was apply pressure to the hold, pushing her opponent into the base of the shoulder in an ironclad guillotine choke!

The hold could have been wrenched to devastating affect, but Naya held back her strength. She didn't want to hurt her sweet rival at the moment, but rather hold her tightly in place. The technical rookie was far from over, as she still had one free hand at her disposal. Her digits sprung into action, blindly reaching underneath her trapped foe until they felt the seams of Angelina's dampened panties.

With her opponent still hopefully locked in the guillotine choke, there was nowhere left to run as Naya's finger's slipped beneath the fabric in search of the prize they had once sought out before. She felt the familiar outline of her rosebud, and began teasing her pussy lips by spreading them open between her fingers. Her thumb joined in on the action too, rubbing against her clitoris and flicking the sensitive nub, while her other digits continued to probe and poke at her entrance while stopping just short of diving in.

She wanted to drive her opponent wild with desire, and leave her wanting, no, begging for more. "Let me hear you say it Angelina, call me mommy!" Naya panted in the midst of their mutual bliss, her fingers barely protruding into her folds, enticing her into the ecstasy that would ensue as soon as she said the magic words!

[Monsy]

For such a sweet girl, they really did her chest mean.
Not like she’s surprised. This woman had midas-touched fingers and the spirit of gold too... And Even after their lungs seemed to run dry, they still had some sass. What joy.

A laugh trapped inside her mouth when they mentioned that name again, but the smile grew to show her teeth, giggling against the rows. “You know, that was just a jo-Hah??!”

The enveloping arm caught her like invisibly wizardly. She didn’t register it until she was pulled down, and her breathing felt like through a drinking straw. Her cheeks puffed up like chipmunks and sighed, her hands slipped onto her elbows, then spread out. An eye closed, and she coughed. Pain pinched her neck from the collar, and she hurried up her thighs into theirs, trying to see if she could stack their shoulders for less pressure. Something was odd about this hold, though. It wasn’t as painful as their last, nor as quickly debilitating. Seconds still felt like seconds, and she didn’t feel far-sighted. Not like there was much to see while buried into a shoulder. It made their invasion all the more welcomed with a sharp gasp. Her hips rolled forward. It was like an icicle touching molten rock, with Angelina’s face igniting again, groaning as they parted her pussy lips, still wet enough to lick their fingers and sensitive that each swirl on her pearl was like vanilla. “H-Hahh…” Her legs opened, lowering her base that quivered. The flick made her entire lower-half spasm and rear-up, almost bringing her legs together with this girlish yelp, sweetened by a honey-moan “O-Oohhhhh…”

Keep composure…
This wasn’t too bad.
Breathe… Breathe…
“H…Hahhh…. or else what? Going to choke me a little more? I’m into that shit…”

[BuckleBuster]

An amused smile graced Naya's face as Angelina shot back with a playful, if not defiant remark. Naya couldn't help but admit that she was beginning to grow fond of the girl's spunk, even if it meant she was eventually going to have to wrestle it out of her if she wanted to completely subdue the woman."Oh you do, do ya? Well I wouldn't want you to hog all the fun, so lets switch things up shall we?" Naya retorted, still tweaking Angelina's pussy between her fingers.

The young rookie realized that she could very well rip out an orgasm from this position, but being underneath the red-head while doing it wasn't exactly the most comfortable for either of them, and besides, just like she said, she wanted to have a little fun herself! In one, fluid motion, Naya let go of the guillotine choke, instead using that hand to grip the base of Angelina neck at the collar. Her other hand would temporarily suspending it's teasing to instead cup around Angelina's crotch, ensuring that she had a firm grip on the girl.

She pushed forward with the hand on the girl's neck, rolling them over and guiding their direction with her other hand while lightly choking her in the process. If the move was successful, Naya would then find herself laying body-to-body directly on top of her now, with one had gripping the red-heads neck and the other still on her opponent's womanhood!

"Much better" she sighed, relieved to find herself back on top. The dominant position provided her with much more comfort and control, both of which she was about to take advantage of. She wouldn't waste anytime in setting up the rest of her reversal as she would then slide off of Angelina's body and directly off to her side while keeping her hands firmly in place. Once secure, she would transition her grip on the girl's neck to underneath back, looping her arms through both of her opponent's to keep her limbs in check.

In a matter of seconds, Naya had expertly outmaneuvered her foe, wiggling and writhing through her cracks in order to flip the switch completely. The technical marvel brought on a chorus of cheers previously unheard throughout the match, the crowd now on their feet after having witnessed such a skillful reversal from a rookie. But Naya was far from over, after all she still had her prey to devour.

Naya's fingers, which had been comfortably resting against Angelina's crotch this entire time, finally took the plunge. Her middle and index finger graced the insides of her opponent, greeting her wet and familiar walls with friendly fury. She knew that her opponent was already near the edge after an entire match full of stimulation, yet Naya finger-fucked her as if she was starting from the very beginning, plowing into her again and again with mutual desire and lust. Her fingers made wet schlap schlap noises as they collided and stimulate her folds, intent on driving her mad with ecstasy!

Meanwhile, she made sure to deliver on her promise of pleasure for herself. Her mouth refused to remain idol, and so instead it latched onto one of Angelina's breasts and began picking up where it had left off from before, sucking, and nibbling on her opponent's hardened nub. It was a three pronged attack like no other, one that kept Angelina pinned, sucked, and fucked in away that sent the crowd roaring in approval.

Trigger Finger

[Monsy]

There was much room to play from this situation. It was fun. The pleasure wasn’t like getting drunk but sipping a martini. She had methods of keeping herself distracted, and one of such ways was her words. It had a pleasant immediate effect, prolonging their little fun spats that made Angelina thirsting to say something back. Not even the great Kazashi hand came come between her and her wit. “If it means you’ll let me top then I’m fuckin’ full-game! Hehehe.”

The torque on their neck released, and she felt like an overstretched spring, unable to retract to its original form, and when she tilted up, her nape developed over a hundred different folds, twists and cranks as their hand found the base of their throat. Her breathing hitched again, but this time, she had this almost pleasant whine, trying to mimic a sense of false panic and powerlessness. Partially caused by the grip on her wet pussy as well, whose swollen folds likened to honey-drenched soap bars, shifting across their hand as she writhed. The suspension did little than lift her elbows off the mat, and her hands corralled on their wrist, with drool coming on the corners of Angelina’s smiling mouth, “T-That.. G-Geh…”

Her world spanned towards the lights, and their weight flattened her into a board. Her breasts mashed into Naya’s bigger ones, and she heaved out a strained groan, dizzied and looking left and right to find a sense of meaning behind the turn-over. The combined grip continued her confusion, but she didn’t let it idle for too long. “Better, huh? You look just as confused as e…e….”

When they pulled their neck-grip away, Angelina’s arms fell, and she didn’t mind at first, and thought to stick her tongue out, lifting her shoulders to get a few inches closer. She had no realization on their arm snaking underneath until she propped up, reaching very little before her skull spanked the mat again. “E…Eve…r?” And a brow raised, looking left and right to her arms, both overlapped by Naya’s arm. Even on her spine, she found herself arched over the limb. She squirmed, grunting; the crowd drowned out any struggle, but not the first-blood moan that soothed from Angelina’s lips when she plunged deep. The speed was unreal. Consistent. She closed an eye, and when they took her nipple as well, the fire was full-body, and arched her back. “N-NAYA!” She looked her in the eye… Or tried to… Her breathing hurried into the sound of an overheating dog… “Naaaaayaaaaa!” The sugar-plum voice of angels cooed as her head swung side-to-side, unable to resist releasing her own voice. Everyone could hear her now. How she could be louder by the minute. They can see her legs spread wide. Her feet pushed down and propped her hips off the mat, then down and up again. Her toes curled and hands balled into fists. She was as red as a tomato. “O.Oohhh… Fuck… yes…w-wait… NO!... A-Ah…. P-Please… More… I … Need … IT!”

Then she started to tip. Her sweet moans turned to screams.
Her hips shivered, and her hips rose and fell with constant spasms that racked up her back and shivered down to her very toes and fingers. She was mixing between moans and outright cries, drooling and blushing like a beet, her head tilted on its crown as it looked up, her tongue lapped out as though she begged. Each finger delve squelched and spewed out a small gush of cum, with her hips propped high, the audience roared, more and more, until they heard. “A-AAAAHHH!” That last scream. A mix between a girlish high-pitched squeal of surrender and pure pleasured cry. She stiffened up, pressing on the mat until her hips stuck up while throwing her head back, gushing juices their hand and more outside until it formed a small puddle of orgasm beneath her butt. She continued to spasm after, shifting shoulder-to-shoulder. Her hips couldn’t stay in one place. Neither can she stop shivering, but her voice eventually faded into loud kittenish whines as they continued to finger-blast and nipple-suck her into post-orgasm. It was the best night she can dream of.

[BuckleBuster]

A small damp spot began to form on Naya's leotard between her thighs as Angelina's sensual bliss seemed to slowly infect her as well. But her greedy nibbling of Angelina's breast could in no way be compared to the insurmountable pleasure her hands were gifting her foe. She let her other senses gauge her opponent's lust as she closed her eyes through the whole ordeal. Instead she felt Angelina juices spurting all over her hand, heard her loud cries of ecstasy pierce through the arena noise, and let the sweet scent of sex overwhelm her nostrils.

It wasn't until the very last scream that Naya finally opened her eyes, sensing that she had forced her opponent to break past the brink of bliss and enter into world of pleasure, all a courtesy of sensual prowess. She continued to finger the red-head past her orgasm, but with much more gentle strokes, each one getting slower and slower as they prolonged the girl's spasms until finally exiting with a loud sclaauup. Naya let out a relieved sigh as she released Angelina's nipples from her lips and shifted her weight overtop her opponent, slouching on top of her in satisfaction.

She then lifted her head up slightly, a proud smile beaming on her face as she finally raised her glistening hand in triumph, allowing the entire crowd to witness Angelina's juices still dripping from her fingertips. She brought the hand closer to face, licking her lips hungrily as she observed the viscous honey web between her fingers. She inserted her middle finger into her mouth, slurping Angelina's sweet taste with satisfaction before finally turning her attention back to her splayed out foe. "You were amazing Angelina! I feel like a should reward you in some way" the silver-haired girl whispered, slowly climbing overtop her opponent.

Naya still had one juicy wet finger left, and she thought it was only right that she share the spoils of her war with her opponent. She straddled her opponent once more, adjusting her weight so that it didn't get in the way of Angelina's heavy panting. She leaned in, her face hovering over her rival's hazy expression. "Gawd, you're so cute after you've been fucked" Naya teased, brushing strands of hair from Angelina's face with her other hand. Finally she would take her sopping wet index finger and caress her opponent's lips with it, making sure she got a taste of her own juices.

Naya pushed her forehead up against her opponent's, the tips of their noses brushing past one another as their lips hovered just mere inches from one another "You know, after such a messy orgasm like that one, I'm technically supposed to ask you now if you submit" Naya said plainly in earshot of the ref, while still peering into the eyes of her opponent. "Buuut...please say no" She implored with a whisper, her lips curling into a gentle smile as she continued to eskimo kiss Angelina.

[Monsy]

Her body was bubbling with an orgasm’s after-taste. Floating above the clouds, where not even the canvas registered on her back. Nor how hard she closed up her toes and hands, how far she craned back her head, the openness of her dog-panting maw, the drool or the far-goneness of her eyes. She saw black, felt sweat and smelled spring water like the only air she breathed was intoxication. The fingers that delved creamed for it all, with each squelch making her lithe frame spasm just a little more. Her legs were wedged open to see it all, every ounce of perceived shame they pictured the Marauder in. To squirt in such a way before all these eyes. But right now, there was only herself. The weight eased her back down, and she was allowed to relax like this. How right could the world be? The voice brought her back, with rapid blinking eyes and her head’s twitch gearing back at Naya’s little climb, a hazy blur of Naya’s hand made her snicker as she tossed back and forth. “A minute or two would be fuckin fabdabbie-dozy…”

Her laugh was slipped underneath her breath as they hovered close, the warmth on her cheeks did little more than to re-instate that slightly confident smile, now exhaling through her nose so hard that her chest bobbed. She was trying to relax through it all, and she grew dimples just listening to them, quirking her eyebrows once to mumble back, “Thanks.”

If only to buy time. They didn’t seem too eager to stretch her out again; rather, they relished inside their current victory. Not that she minds, nor did she oppose that finger. Instead, she puckered and flicked her tongue on it, climbing with her mouth to swallow the digit, then resting back on the canvas for Naya’s forehead to kiss her own. She shone teeth from what blossomed was a grin, then closed her lips to let the dastardly white pill frolic between the top and bottom rows, pinch and break, spilling all inside her mouth. It was warm and made swiping her tongue feel like all the tastebuds had multiplied. She masqueraded by pursing her lips again, humming as they asked their question, delaying the answer. Her tongue clicked when she was done, just as her hands found the strength to rest on Naya’s sides. “Please, hon, this fuckin’ girl is only just gettin’ horny.”