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

[BuckleBuster]

Any searing passions Naya thought she shared with the woman before her were quickly muted by the probing pain still making it's way through her crotch. Her wheezing only served to reinvigorate the aching sensation in her jaw, reminding her that she had taken quite the risk continuing the fight so eagerly after the kick, and was now hurting in more places than one because of it. Still, Naya couldn't help but feel deceived by Angelina use of such underhanded tactics, even as the girl playfully loomed above her.

"Not sure... if there's anything left to fuck... after that kick" Naya joked halfheartedly, her hands still clutched tightly between her thighs. She twitched as Angelina's arms surrounded her head, gulped as her body slid along hers, and sighed as her purple eyes descended onto her own. Whatever Angelina was planning, Naya was powerless to stop her.

"Oh Fuck yo-mmmmh!" Naya's feeble insult was cutoff by Angelina's lips locking with her, their tongues immediately clashing in a battle of oral wits as each sought to gain control of the other. Had Naya been fully alert, she may very well have won, but with her mind overwhelmed by pain and now pleasure, it was impossible to maintain the mental fortitude necessary to defend against the oral onslaught. Angelina's tongue lathered the inside of her mouth, bashing into the walls of her cheeks and making it's wet presence known everywhere it touched. All Naya could do was moan through the invasion, and try to enjoy whatever sweet tastes she could.

Sweet taste... Naya's dazed state did little to hide the candied aura that consumed their intertwined tongues. Her eyes, which had remained half closed in defeat, now popped open in curiosity as her tongued reentered the battle, swiping against Angelina's own appendage in search of that taste once again. And there it was, a flavor so cloying it was hard to believe it was Angelina's natural palate. Their kiss slowly lost all pleasure as Naya instead became consumed by it's peculiarity, so much so that she reassigned one hand from it's protective guard between her crotch in order to push against Angelina's shoulder and break the kiss.

"Angelina, you taste so... odd? What did you..." Naya's voice dwindled as her eyes did the questioning, shifting across her opponent's face in search of the answer to whatever was behind such mystic flavors.

[Monsy]

This woman presented herself like a full course meal when they laid prone like that. She just couldn’t help but invite herself. Shame she didn’t have a bib or a napkin for her lap. Neither a good posture, but whatever Naya’s body shaped out of her. Whatever achieved the closest connection, the most warmth. It was so easy to walk over to this girl right now… So she enjoyed all of it, and did something she had wanted to do from the start. Lips to lips. Honeyed cushions meant to meet, with tongues like wrestlers that sought to pin each other, but Angelina’s physical dominance allowed her to explore, ravage, and deliver all the secret goodness she prepared just for her little Kazashi. She moaned; the delight was serenading her body into new heights as she grabbed onto their shoulder and face, pulling them in more, almost needy and fully pleasure-seeking.

That didn’t satisfy it seems. It was just getting good once they fought back. Story of her life…
The push on her shoulder prompted Angelina to part, and she placed her hands by their head, hovering above with her hair falling all around them to create this curtain that sheathed their faces from most angles. She maintained her smile, lust-addled stare and a bitten lower lip as her tongue passed over to slurp up any lasting taste of the wave.

“I taste… odd?” She erupted into full-blown laughter that lasted for a few seconds, “Well, I dunno… Ya did make me taste my own cum, rememba? Ya sure it’s not you, girl? We can ask the referee for breathmints..” Bit by bit, Angelina scooted up until her hands by their head was replaced by Angelina’s slick thighs, sweaty and a little wet from they know where. Her bikini-clad pussy now hovered over their collar, and she reached down, pressing on their cheeks. “Or maybe ya sayin’ I suck at this. Hehehe, careful how ya answer that, girl, or you’ll be tastin’ another pair of lips real fast…”

[BuckleBuster]

Angelina's response was just as cryptic as the taste itself, doing little to quell her creeping curiosity. Naya continued to stare up it her, mouth agape slightly as she tried to decipher a deeper meaning, only to finally break into a chuckle at her opponent's rebuttal. "You got a point there" Naya admitted, slightly easing the pressure against Angelina's shoulder. "I hope you have room for seconds" she giggled, tracing her finger along the outline of Angelina's lips before returning them to position against their collar.

"Now I ain't saying you suck, buuuut..." the silver-haired rookie teased, elevating her torso off the mat in order to guide her head alongside Angelina's. The motion caused a brief wince in Naya's expression as her crotch continued to ache, but she quickly corrected herself by placing her mouth right against the girl's ear, warm shallow breaths escaping through her parted lips. "...I'm definitely better at this than you are" Naya purred, nibbling gently on Angelina's earlobe, before a sudden drought of dizziness forced her to retreat back down onto the mat beneath her.

"Woah..." She muttered beneath her breath, the faint feeling quickly fleeting almost as soon as it had appeared, only to be replaced by a new one. The aching feeling between her thighs slowly began to dissipate, as a warm fuzzy one began to take it's place. It was as if a invisible brush was gently stroking her nether regions, reminding her that all would be well. She blinked her eyes a few times, trying to make sense of the new sensations that clouded her mind and body, all while keeping her hand pressed against Angelina's shoulder in order to dissuade further attacks.

[Monsy]

This woman had a fun way of dabbling between sweet and devious. An innocent candy that had a ghost-pepper kick. Each time it took her by subtle surprise, and she loved that. Her tongue followed that little finger, moving her head in a small rotation to let them explore all they’d like, then down as they found her collar. “Mmmmaybe. You’ll just have ta’ find out, now, will ya?” Each subtle exchange matched pound for pound, with neither side having wits over the other. It was fun, even if she just liked talking; it was even better when they talked back…

Angelina was in no worry to see them raise. Something tantalising about letting them do that thing, whether it was a choke, bite or sweet-gesture. What happened made her heart flutter like a butterfly and her body shiver in a small high. Her smile couldn’t contain. She had to bite down on her lower lip as they spoke what only felt like a challenge in her own book. Another gesture that might bite them a little later, much like how they embraced her earlobe with their teeth, which prompted a small nuzzle into their cheek. To see if they’ll bite a little harder. “That so?” The words cooed like an open challenge. There’s no losers in the end, anyway.

Once they laid back down, Angelina was prompted to sit up further, taking their wrist and simply moving it aside so she could slide up further, mount their chest and pinch their head with her slick thighs. “Good thing this match will settle all that… Right now though, ya don’t look so mm, what’s the word… Prepotent..”

Little slaps rained down, one after the other, more-so flicks of her fingers to play on their look of disorientation. “The great thing about confidence is that it makes doin’ this so-so-so much betta.”

She started giggling, trailing on as she rose to her knees, scooted forward until her bikini-clad pussy, hips and butt hovered over their face. Then she seated them. A claimed throne where their facial features could be smothered like a mask of warm-wet dough. Angelina left their eyes uncovered on purpose to look down and watch with a blush. And she reached back, leaning to grab handfuls of their breasts, digging in like claws, squeezing until the resistance stopped her. Then they’d trail up and pinch any nipple that protruded on the top, to pop the cherry on top. One last thing remained… A little sway with her hips that rubbed her prior orgasm into their face, to and fro like a calm beach tide.

[BuckleBuster]

Naya offered very little resistance as her arms were swept aside, allowing Angelina to effortlessly mount her. The young rookie was still too overcome by the sudden swaying of senses that left her too distracted to retaliate. Angelina seemed to be having plenty of fun at her expense, even having the audacity to slap around in the midst of her stupor. Naya held back groans as her opponent continued to toy with her from overtop, but eventually regained her bearings with a quick rattle of her head.

She had little time to question the unexplained symptoms as Angelina's encroaching crotch quickly reminded her that more urgent manners lay ahead of her. "Prepotent..." Naya repeated with a giggle as Angelina slid up her torso, keen on buying time with banter. 'That's a big word for such a little bi-mmph!" The damp panties of her opponent's quickly gagged whatever retort Naya had in mind.

"mmhm, mmmmph!" Naya protested as she tried to buck the girl off of her, but with no success. Another sharp cry vibrated against Angelina's pussy as she clawed onto Naya's breasts, raking her mounds with wanting fingers. Naya's nipples, erect through the thin fabric of her leotard, were treated in a similarly ravage fashion, eliciting even more muffled moans from the trapped girl.

Naya constant squirming and moaning only served to wring the juices out from Angelina's soaked panties, the sweet nectar slowly seeping their way into Naya's mouth and quite literally giving her a taste of her own medicine. Soon the nectar was spread all across her face as Angelina rubbed and grinded Naya's head between her thighs. There was little she could do but stare up at her captor in dismay, shame left glistening on her face from the spotlights above.

[Monsy]

Now this woman was putty. There was fun in toying with her meal beneath. Slapping her around, using her face as this pirate’s throne, then squeezing their tits like stress balls. Angelina huffed as their cry was just a little pleasure for her loins. She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes with their wordless complaints and replied with a fresh wave of even tougher squeezes. Hands on their nipples seemed to calm them down… It certainly had a way of bubbling out her mouth and adding much-desired vibration to her clothed pussy. It had its way of licking Naya’s face until it was all primed and messy with their handiwork. “Look at chuuuu… So cute. Can’t tell me ya don’t like it. I can hear ya slutty voice, little villainess. Fufufu… Hup!” Angelina tried to lift her hips off with their tips to prop her body’s balance, planting one foot down then twisting her hips and following through. If possible, Angelina hoped to reclaim their face as her beloved and wedded throne, now facing the rest of their body, a shin-thigh meat sandwich by their head and fully swallowing their face with her ass and crotch that she motioned in circles.

“Now, I’m gon’ show ya some real fuckin’ good times…” She said, mostly to psyche herself.

She lurched over and tried to hook her arms beneath Naya’s thighs, pulling them back, and back and back until Angelina was upright, and having folded the little Wave in half. Their thighs still encircled, she leaned forward and started blowing these little streams of air through O-shaped lips to Naya’s clothed pussy, letting all the air in her lungs free and onto their attire. She leaned a little left then right to add a little angle-spice to this foreplay brew, and the arms that hooked now reached over and gave a vicious double spank to Naya’s buttocks, grabbing and squeezing like on their chest.

[BuckleBuster]

Why couldn't she fight back? Why didn't she want to fight back. A simple knee striking the center of her spine, a flexible kick into the back of her head, or a well timed buck of her hips is all it would take to dislodge the Marauder and reclaim her place on the offensive. But she simply couldn't. It was as if her body had become ten times as heavy, each limb requiring an exaughsting mount of effort to move, let alone retaliate. Only a defeated stare poked up from beneath Angelina's thighs as Naya gazed at her opponent, unsure of what to make of the ease at which Angelina had managed to reverse the situation.

Her transition to the opposite direction of Naya's body was met with similarly little resistance on Naya's part, as her face was reintroduced to Angelina's ass from a new angle. "Unggh... uunnngh!" Naya moaned as her legs were stretched backwards, her ankles left to dangle above her head like an unspoken threat, signaling that Angelina had the means to test the limits of her flexibility if she wanted too. Shivers arced through her spine as a cool breeze descended upon her pussy, the steady stream of breath managing to find it's way between the thin fabric and onto the sensitive skin below. Naya never thought a blow of all things could make her feel so good, but it did, and it caused even more embarrassing moans to pierce the open air as her pussy continued to tingle even though untouched.

Her ass wasn't as lucky, as a ferocious spank sent shockwaves to ripple across her bulbous butt. "Agggh! Ungah!" Naya yelped as the drum beats turned into vicious claws, Angelina's fingers descending upon the bountiful flesh and claiming it as her own. Her screams were forced to channel into Angelina's pussy which sat comfortably overtop her face, no doubt the entire intent behind the girl's cruel positioning. The first hints of resistance finally began to swell up in Naya, as she began bucking and twisting her hips in stubborn defiance of Angelina's dizzying sway. Her hands pounded into Angelina's side, unaware of the wrath they might incur should they interrupt the pirate's impending feast.

[Monsy]

They just loved being a little folded toy, didn’t they? Shame they couldn’t keep with their drug for very long, unlike she, who has battled with it for minutes longer. Sure, she sweated, and even the softest breath against her body was a little spice for her time. But it was nothing compared to what they’d face. The woman reacted well to every touch. Slight vibrations against her sopping crotch made her coo. The need to control her senses was ever-present, sending love-feels up her spine and making her feel like she floated. Her legs opened more to seek more, not really satisfied with just giving them a little humiliation, but suffocation too.

About then, she spanked and squeezed, hoping the globes would pop. It was a childish want. The imagination went off to the races with all this control. She laughed as her fingers unfurled to map the little red spots and a lithe hand-print on their plentiful cheeks. She sneered at her handiwork, now tapping their cheeks with her fingers like a guitar solo’s beat to a metal song. Their fight-back was as irksome as it was exciting. Pounds on her smooth sides, a jerk against her arm’s captivity. It made the smaller woman wiggle around, lurching with their strength, clinging on by leverage alone. “Tch… Alright. That’s it!”

Angelina’s arm hooks turned to grips on their ankles, and she pushed down to completely fold her opponent with their feet by their head. Hoping that this steadied her position, she leaned forward, opened her maw and sunk her pearly-white jaws into their right ass-cheek. Her lips joined the fray, dipping them in saliva and tongue flicks that followed. She looked to the front-row crowd and cameras at ringside and released one leg to throw up a little victory sign with index and middle, winking once to complete the minor photo op.

[BuckleBuster]

It seemed like Angelina was having way more fun at Naya's expense than the young rookie was comfortable with. Nothing was stopping the Marauder from entering her. No barrier that prevented Angelina from claiming that wanting sex that hovered unguarded only a few feet away from her face. No motive to persuade her not to fulfill the obligations of this match and bring her one step closer to a submissive victory. But no, the predator only thought it fit to play with her prey before finishing her, and the humiliating aspect of it all certainly wasn't lost on Naya.

"Aaaagh-AGH, URGH, fuck... just...fuck!" Naya squealed through the muffling fabric as the matchbook hold was stretched even father back, no doubt in retaliation for her annoying attempts to escape. Naya was a flexible girl, her muscles both ductile and malleable as a result of training and experience. But all bodies had their limits, and Naya's was certainly nearing it's own as her feet dangled precariously next to her head. The tendons surrounding her joints were set ablaze by the unnatural pressure, forcing her to seize her pounding of Angelina's sides in favor of a tight grip of the mat instead. Wheezing with discomfort, her leotard sunk deep between her crotch, exposing even more of her ass and the outline of her pussy to Angelina's hungry eyes.

it was impossible for her to see the full extent of what Angelina had in store for her, as the girl's sopping pussy still claimed her face as a throne. But she certainly felt it. "Ungh, ARGH! ANGELINA!" the girl freed her mouth just enough to gasp the name of her tormentor as she felt rows of teeth chomp down onto her ass cheek, sinking into the flesh with wanting desired. Naya opened her mouth again, not to scream as her mind demanded of her, but to moan like her body begged her to. The savage if not sensual attack had forced a reaction from Naya that sent her face into an even deeper hue of red, struggling to endure the primal sacrificial role her body was forced to play.

[Monsy]

Fun put it lightly.
It was an experience. This business as a whole allowed her to do so much. No one really stopped her, instead, they cheered it on. There was simply no reason to rush that process. Why let a good time end? So she revelled in all these little gestures, each touch of skin overflowing finger-tips and numbing, bubbling senses that warmed her pirating heart. She’d wave this woman tamed, for sure, but all things start at the first brick laid down.

Their legs didn’t seem to like the distance. She could feel their legs grow stronger, denser and less squishy. The movements prompted all the indicators of pain, she knew them well, if not for the squeals they rattled against her pussy. No matter, resistance was to be punished, like any despot would. And if they can’t stop it, then they deserve each and every thing that comes. To that, it had the desired effect and Angelina had a small chuckle. It seemed like their attire was becoming so tight, it resembled a river between their legs with oh-so-little protection in the end. Angelina kept it in mind as she bit them and earned what was so endearing. Endearing that it was pure and utter surprise for such a woman who seemed hesitant to feel pain before in the last bite. “Havin’ fun down there, villainess? Ya should… I just marked ya as mine, bitch. Fufufu…”

When she pulled teeth away, the whole little patch of skin looked wet and red. Little teeth dug-outs dented the flesh with hopes for a little purple to settle in after. Angelina sat up and looked at her prize. Their smothered pussy, so constrained and hopefully not wedged with how tight it was pulled. She couldn’t help but ease the tip of her index finger on the folds, right down the middle, up and down like a strong wind. “Ya know with how much of an easy bitch you’re being underneath my ass, I bet ya won’t even endure the real shit for very long, now will ya? Shame… Here I thought ya was a pro at this, and oh-so mighty when ya got me that first time. Guess ya just a ten-minute superstah that crumples like a dork-slut when it gets tough. Ooooooooooh well…”

That same finger hooked underneath the fabric and started pulling it aside. A little hum cupped her voice as she tilted her head left and right to a happy rhythm. When done, they’d officially be exposed. A cute face who finally showed their pussy to the crowd. Angelina was eager to claim it for herself. The crowd’s view was overcome by her greed as she applied two fingers to her slit and coursed along the top, opening it with a V as Angelina placed her mouth on its new home, and all the succulent spit and tongue that followed. She started to lap at the folds, playing with them and adding her lips, pulling back for a moment to make a brief pop, then back down to continue her little makeout with Naya’s loins.