Love on the Beach! Ishtar vs. Naya

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Ishtar felt her opponent's resistance fading away moment by moment, each time the Goddess ground down her opponent's legs slipped more and more. It was impressive that Naya even managed to keep her ankles hooked for as long as she did after wrestling in this oil. And the girl put up such strong resistance despite being inundated in the aphrodisiacs as well. But Ishtar could tell she was slowly falling under the goddess's spell, as Naya's mind became more and more cloudy, her body heating up more and more with arousal, slowly but surely submitting to the love goddess.

She had Naya's arms firmly pinned and her lips locked tight, tongue pushing into Naya's mouth to explore as deeply as the silver-haired babe would let her go. She pushed deeper and deeper, until almost the full length of her tongue was inside of Naya's mouth, dominating her foe's tongue as they swirled around each other wrestling for control. The Goddess felt quite confident in her position. She felt Naya's legs slip just a bit more, giving her enough space to pull back with her belly, before bringing it down for what was sure to be a crushing blow!

SMACK!

Ishtar's eyes widened as she felt a shockwave rock her body. "Mm!" she gasped, as instead of feeling her opponent's belly cave in it felt like she had just hit a wall! That shook the Goddess from her own love-filled stupor, making her realize that despite her opponent being love-drunk, she still had quite a strong will to fight back!

But Ishtar was still on top, and she was confident her well-trained belly would be able to overcome the amateur belly of her opponent. So she reared back again, throwing her belly down. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The wet sounds of oil-soaked belly's smashing against each other filled the arena. Each time Ishtar threw her weight down, Naya bucked upwards to meet her head on. The heat from their impacts slowly turned into a painful burning sensation, unable to be covered up by all the aphrodisiacs. Ishtar was shocked at this development.

She broke the kiss to give herself more room to rear back. "Your belly is tough," Ishtar said, "But this is a contest I will not let you win!" Her pride as a belly dancer was on the line here. Ishtar arched her back upwards as high as she could, gathering all her energy in her core, before bringing it all down upon Naya. She hoped that would be able to crush this girl's extraordinarily tough tummy and finally flatten her into the mats, where Ishtar could gain dominance and really start showing her some love!

[BuckleBuster]

The first thrust had the element of surprise to bolster the impact, causing a sensible tensing up of Ishtar's muscles. This hinted to Naya that her attack worked in at least stunning her opponent. The successive attacks however, weren't nearly as lucky. Instead of pounding into undefended flesh like Naya had originally planned, her follow up thrusts were met with an equal and opposite reaction from Ishtar's belly!

Breaking their kiss was a mercy to them both, as Naya needed every morsel of air she could muster in order to endure the counterattack. Loud cries and wheezes accompanies the brash bashing of bellies, the effort proving to be considerably more exaughsting for Naya than for her opponent. She didn't know why she had failed to foresee the belly dancer using her... well belly, as a means to defend herself. No doubt the aphrodisiac had played a large part in clouding Naya's otherwise well tuned fighter's instinct.

Even in her philter filled haze, Naya should have been been wise enough to avoid a tummy clash with a belly dancer! But that didn't stop her from trying, especially as so few options were left to her. The audible gasp from the audience let Naya know that her challenge was even more audacious than she had first realized. Even Ishtar seemed surprised that the girl would dare put her belly to the test against the goddess's, especially when her bottom position wasn't granting her any advantages.

Naya put on a brave display, but as Ishtar caved in her belly to the highest extent yet, the young surfer knew her attack was about to end in failure. "Phuagh!" Naya wheezed as Ishtar's entire body collided into hers. Her frame crashed into the mat below, unable to rebound upwards as she was immediately squished flat by Ishtar's grace. Her tummy ached terribly from the insurmountable pressure that had been exchanged between them. If it hadn't been for the thick coat of oil that separated the two, she was sure a fair amount of bruises and sores would have been plaguing both of their bellies.

"Haaha, fine, you win..." Naya half panted, half snickered as she lay flat beneath her opponent. Her head felt heavy with the additional weight of the oil trapped between her strands, making it difficult to turn her attention towards the woman that had bested her in the belly battle. She tried to wriggle free from Ishtar's grasp but quickly stopped, realizing how futile it would be.

Her arms had been pinned, her legs had been unhooked, her body squished flat, and worst of all, her senses had been clouded by the aphrodisiac. "The night's still young Ishtar. I'll best you soon enough" Naya whispered in solemn acknowledge of her temporary defeat. She may have lost the battle, but the war still very much raged on.

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Ishtar was very impressed by her opponent's tenacity. Naya's tight stomach smashed against hers from below again and again, each impact rocking the Goddess's body, making her soft flesh ripple with he force of the impact. Sweat and oil flew off her body with each hit, the Goddess gasping out from a mixture of shock and painful pleasure. It surprised her that Naya would be able to put up such a hard fight from below, not even an experienced belly dancer like Ishtar would be able to put up such a fight from below.

But Ishtar knew that her victory was inevitable. She was on top, she had more experience, and her belly was better trained. Naya didn't really stand a chance. So when Ishtar raised her body up as far as she could, and brought her full power crashing down upon Naya's stomach, she was finally able to completely cave in and break the abs of her stubborn opponent.

"Haaaah..." Ishtar moaned as she ground her belly into Naya's squashed gut, "I got you now!" She pulled her face up, looking down at Naya with a grin of victory. She leaned in, giving Naya a small kiss on the lips, as a reward for putting up such an amazing fight.

"You should come by my dance studio sometime," Ishtar said, "Your belly is very strong. You'd make a fantastic belly dancer!" Ishtar really meant that, as she could tell when someone's belly had potential. Naya's abs were tight and fit, her body strong and sexy. Her tummy would look amazing belly dancing.

Ishtar leaned in, pressing her entire body deep into Naya's. Her breasts flattened against Naya's chest, completely squashing flat Naya's bust. She breathed in deep, expanding both her chest and her belly, using her dominant position to grind down deep into Naya's body, trying to completely flatten Naya between her sexy body and the mats. "I look forward to that moment," she whispered into Naya's ear, "It would be fun to be dominated by you... But you have to prove yourself worthy of beating a goddess first!"

Ishtar pushed down just a bit more to give Naya one last squash, before lifting her body off of her flattened opponent's. She took a moment to look down at Naya, admiring her own handiwork, a teasing smile on her face. Then she slowly slid down Naya's body, letting her body feel every inch of Ishtar's sexy form before giving her release, sitting up on her knees in between Naya's legs.

[BuckleBuster]

A tingling warmth returned to Naya as Ishtar bent down to kiss her, offering a small consolation prize for the pleasure she had both endured and dished out. She looked back at the goddess with a weak and tired smile, grateful that her opponent was being so humble in her victory. "Thank you... I'd like that" Naya accepted the offer, the thought of belly-dancing having never once entered her mind before. But with praise coming from such a respected practionner like Ishtar, she couldn't help but be intrigued by the idea. But more pressing matters lay ahead of her, or rather ontop of her to be precise.

There was little left for Naya to do but prepare herself for whatever Ishtar had in store for her conquered body. But Naya wasn't one to wallow in defeat. As Ishtar slowly began grinding into Naya's body, the young surfer offered nothing in the way of resistance. She moaned loudly when the contact felt good, the would-be friction between their skin converted into pleasing tension by the oil as Ishtar rubbed her down with passion and skill. But she groaned when it began to hurt, every inch of her breasts screaming against the extreme burden they were forced to carry. But in both cases she refused to retaliate, willingly sacrificing her body to the winner of their duel. It was a simple act, one Naya hoped her opponent would emulate should they find their situation reversed later on in the match.

Chivalry was a virtue both women seemed to share as Ishtar slowly made her withdrawal away from Naya's body, making sure to leave a warm imprint in her wake as she snaked across her oily curves. Another soft moan wisped from Naya's lips, shivers sent down her spine as her skin was sensitized one last time before all contact had finally been broken. Her body continued to twitch slightly on the mat, soaking up the last remnants of her opponent and the intoxicating substance that had accompanied her.

Slowly Naya lifted her torso upwards, her eyes wide open and alert, stunned that her opponent had relinquished the dominance she had fought so hard to acquire. In fact, she half expected her opponent to grind her into dust indefinitely, to take advantage of her defeated form and cement an entire night's worth of forced subservience to the goddess. Her previous matches had taught her to never trust anyone in the ring, even someone as seemingly sweet as Ishtar. It pleased her beyond words when she discovered that Ishtar wasn't one to resort to such tactics.

Finally Naya had made it onto her knees, assuming a position that mirrored Ishtar's. She had graciously been given the opportunity to fight anew with her esteemed opponent. "Such a noble fighter" Naya thought out loud, her gaze entranced by Ishtar's deep brown eyes. She blinked twice, quickly snapping out of it and loudly clearing her throat.

"I've already proven brave enough to challenge you in your domain. Let's see if you're courageous enough to do the same in mine!" Naya said boldly, flicking her hair behind her. Naya brought her hands up in front of them, inviting her opponent for a test of strength that would likely determine who would once again occupy the top and bottom positions. This time the odds seemed to be in Naya's favor, but with the aphrodisiacs having taken such a heavy toll on her, the results of her impending challenge, should Ishtar choose to accept it, was still anybody's guess.

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The thought of grinding Naya into dust did cross Ishtar's mind as she pressed down against the sexy form of her opponent's body, feeling those strong muscles give away to softness as Naya submitted to her. But if her opponent wasn't fighting back, then there was no fun to be had. Ishtar wanted to feel Maya's fighting spirit again, that same spirit that allowed her to challenge the goddess to a belly bash while trapped underneath. So she slid off of Maya's body, sitting patiently by the girl's hips while Naya recovered and got ready to engage once more.

Once Naya was up, Ishtar quickly took stock of her opponent to determine how she was doing. The silver-haired beauty had plenty of energy left, though it seemed some of her perkiness had been ground out of her. Her tummy had a red tinge to the pale skin, and her breasts seemed just a tad flatter than before. Ishtar had done some damage it seemed, though Naya was tough enough to fight through it. Seeing her opponent raise her arms in a challenge, Ishtar mirrored her movements, the confident goddess sure that whatever Naya had planned she would be able to overcome.

"Very well, let's go then!" Ishtar said, sliding forward and grasping Naya's hands, fingers interlacing with Naya's as they began their test of strength.

A test of strength in oil was a difficult task, as when both girls started pushing their legs slipped about in the oil, making it hard to exert any real strength. Without the oil though Ishtar would feel far less confident, as she could feel just how strong Naya's body was when they were grinding together. Ishtar grunted as she slid around, leaning heavily against Naya to both maintain her balance and push the silver-haired babe back. Though she was used to wrestling with oil, wrestling in oil was somewhat of a different experience.

But Ishtar had a plan. She suddenly slid forward, pushing her chest out, aiming to bring her big bust into contact with Naya's smaller and slightly flattened bust again with a breast bump! Once she made contact, Ishtar would lean forward heavily with her chest, hoping to her her heavy breasts to squash Naya's boobs, pressing this advantage to overwhelm and overcome Naya once again, driving her to the mats!

[BuckleBuster]

It hadn't occurred to Naya exactly why Ishtar had allowed them to reset, but as the two began to press against each other, the goddess's lustful leer began to reveal the women's true intentions. Ishtar was hungry beyond doubt, her brown eyes feasting upon Naya's form as they surveyed the damage. There was very little concern in her analytical gaze, only satisfaction as she pondered over Naya's pinkened skin, a testament to the belly dancer's pressing prowess. Naya wasn't keen on being prey, nor did Ishtar want her to. She wanted their to be constant struggle, top or bottom, win or lose. As Naya tightened her finger's around Ishtar's, she was all the more happy to oblige.

Naya entered the clash with renewed confidence and vigor, figuring that if it came down to strength, there was no real question over which one of the two would reign supreme. What she hadn't expected was just how much of an equalizing factor the oil would end up being. While she was far from a noobie when it came to oil wrestling, it had only now dawned on Naya just how out of practice she seemed. Each push against their interlocked finger only caused them slide further away from one another, constantly requiring them to readjust and grip onto each other in order to keep close. This prevented Naya from exerting any true power, while at the same time allowing her opponent to make use of the necessary proximity to reintroduce her slightly bigger bust.

The silver-haired girl's chest had already received extensive abuse beneath Ishtar's, causing her to wince slightly as the belly dancer once again forced their tits to press up against one another. Naya grit her teeth, and began to grumble, determined not to let the belly-dancer embarrass her. Their arms slowly stretched out to the sides in order to make room for their boobs, which now occupied the front lines of the test of strength. Sweat began to intermingle with Naya's oil coated skin, teeth gnashing against each other as she slowly began to realize that this trial was anything but the one sided contest she had hoped for.

The breast bump caused her face to grimace and shriek, the sensitive skin reminded of the raw rubdown it had endured under the woman's powerful tits. Ishtar continued to press her advantage, driving her breasts deeper and deeper into Naya's and slowly causing the young surfer to descend towards the mats. If Naya didn't do something quick, she was going to lose her very own challenge! Anxiety began to set into her eyes, her breaths turned into dishevels grunts as her back arched closer and closer towards the mats. her next move was one motivated just as much by panic as it was by passion.

Naya thrust her head forwards in an attempt to lock lips with Ishtar mid-battle. The pain in her squished breasts amplified, her yelp consumed by interlocked mouths as the desperate girl gave the kiss everything she got. She wasted no time teasing or toying with Ishtar's lips, instead she tried to dive right on in, parting the woman's lips with her tongue and entering the vestibule within. It was a battle she wasn't sure she could win, but that didn't stop her from attempting to ravage Ishtar's mouth with immediate ferociousness anyways, even if it only served to distract Ishtar from the broader struggle going on between their bodies.

Is was uncharacteristically sloppy and unplanned, another fly in the aphrodisiac ointment as it continued to dull her intimate abilities as opposed to enhance them. But the intensity was nonetheless untarnished as Naya worked overtime to devour as much of the goddess as she could. Meanwhile she continued to push back with every last smidgeon of strength left to her, grounding her toes against the slippery mat in hopes of turning the tide of battle back in her favor.

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Ishtar could tell when she had an advantage, and the second their tits got crushed together once again she could tell from the pained look on Naya's face that this was a contest she could win. Naya's breasts were still tender from the punishment Ishtar had just put her through, and they couldn't stand up to more punishment from the goddess's superior breasts. To her credit, Naya met the challenge head on, opening up her arms and letting Ishtar have full access to her chest. That earned the goddess's respect, though she was still not going to show her any mercy on this contest.

"Mmmmmm!" Ishtar moaned as Naya suddenly locked their lips together in a tight kiss. This time she let Naya enter her mouth, her lips parting and allowing Naya's tongue to come in and explore her mouth as well. Of course, Ishtar's tongue did the same, swirling around Naya's, tasting the girl's saliva as she tongue wrestled with her opponent. She wasn't fighting too hard, just enough to keep Naya's tongue from winning this contest.

Ishtar was more focused on driving her opponent's entire body back. There would be plenty of time to dominate her opponent's mouth once she had Naya beaten down and pinned once again. So Ishtar was more focused on driving forward with her chest, puffing her breasts outwards, rubbing up and down to bully Naya's breasts with her own. She moved up and down, side to side, using her tits to give Naya's breasts a full massage, pushing them left, then right, up, then down. No matter how much Naya resisted there was no way her boobs would be able to match Ishtar's in this type of contest!

Then Ishtar brought her belly back into play. She bent back, caving in her tummy, before bringing it forward to smack hard against Naya"s tight abs once again. Now that they were on a more even footing, Ishtar wanted to see just how strong Naya's tummy was on an even footing. Their previous contest didn't count in the goddess's mind, she did have an unfair advantage after all.

Ishtar did find that she wasn't able to drive Naya back any further. She didn't know it, but Naya's feet had managed to find some purchase on the slippery oil-covered mats. Ishtar hadn't found that kind of footing herself, so her feet still slid around uselessly on the mats. She was pressing her attack hard right now so perhaps Naya hadn't noticed, but Ishtar knew that the second the silver-haired girl found out and began a counterattack in earnest, her lack of a good footing would quickly cause her to fall back and be at a disadvantage.

[BuckleBuster]

Despite her best efforts, the surprise kiss hadn't garnered the advantage that Naya was hoping for. Ishtar dismissed the osculate offense with ease, even willingly making room for Naya's tongue to enter and clash with her own. The young surfer was throwing everything she had into the kiss, licking, suckling, and probing every surface in her tongue's path. It was uncoordinated, sure, but it still retained the same passion that had subdued countless women before her.

But Naya should have known better than to even attempt a surprise smooch on the Goddess of Love herself. This kiss became nothing more than a mild annoyance, easily deflected with a clashing of tongues and a twist of their love-locked lips. More effort was devoted to the real battle between their breasts instead. The kiss wasn't a total loss however, as Naya sensed she had lit a small but curious fire beneath her opponent who was now throwing her belly into the mix.

If they had only been engaged in a contest of tummies, Naya felt like she could have given the belly dancer a run for her money now that she was in an upright position. But since she was engaged on so many fronts, the belly bash came as a total surprise to her. The first smack ricocheted into her core, sending her unprepared skin rippling upon impact. A strong wince echoed in her mouth, further causing her kiss to falter. If Naya was to have any chance of surviving this onslaught, she was going to have to make a tactful retreat. Realizing a lost cause when she saw one, Naya tried to pull out of the kiss before it was too late. "I'll prove myself worthy of beating you... one way or another!" Naya asserted as soon as the kiss had been broken, using her first breath to rekindle her morale.

Now only the battle between their breasts and bellies remained, and out of the two, her breasts were by far the most in danger. But retreat was not an option available to her here, as her tits had become surrounded and enveloped, unable to surrender to their ovular overlords. The pressure became too much for the aphrodisiacs too cloud, and her chest continued to be victimized by the goddess's bullying breasts. This too was a lost cause, but Naya was left with no other option but to grimace and endure the antithetical mix of pleasure and pain as Ishtar continued to cruelly deflate her tits.

Naya's last hope and greatest chance of success remained in the events transpiring between their bellies. It was clear that Ishtar was hopping to test her, obviously impressed by her initial showing when she had been on bottom. Her abs had been rattled by the first attack, but had quickly braced themselves for another. But nothing came. Naya quickly realized that Ishtar had rebounded backwards along the oil slickened surfaced as a result of the belly bump, while Naya herself had remained perfectly stationary. Her toes had managed to break through the layers of oil and find anchorage on the mats below, while her opponent was left free sliding on the slippery surface. This was it, this was her chance for a counterattack.

Naya took in a gulp of air, caving in her stomach as far as her malleable body would allow. Row upon row of chiseled abs glistened through the oily skin, her strength apparent even through the viscous coating. She waited until Ishtar was within striking rage before letting her elastic tummy loose, her abs ramming into Ishtar's belly in a tumultuous counterattack! Her arms would flank from the sides, pushing against Ishtar's palms with great force in order to reverse the contest in her desired direction. Her entire attack was based on the foundational support her grounded feet were able to provide, and with it, Naya hoped to finally overwhelm Ishtar to the mats!

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"That's the spirit," Ishtar said after Naya broke the kiss, "Show me what you've got Naya!"

Ishtar felt the belly impact rock her body, sending ripples through her oiled brown skin. She wanted to continue her assault, but the recoil from the impact sent her legs sliding back, nearly making her lose her footing as her legs slid out from underneath her. Ishtar quickly recovered though, using her grip on Naya to reset her position. That that momentary respite was enough for the silver-haired babe to ready an attack of her own, one that Ishtar was completely unprepared for as she had just recovered.

"GUH!" Ishtar gasped, eyes widening as Naya's belly came racing forward to smash into hers. SMACK! Oil flew from both girl's bodies as their skin rippled from the force of the impact. As Ishtar just just reset her position, she had not had a chance to steady herself or steel her abs to take a hit. Naya's rock-hard tummy plowed through her soft belly, knocking the wind from the goddess and rocking her deep into her core.

The force of the impact was enough to completely unbalance the goddess, sending her body shooting backwards. Her legs flew out from underneath her, Ishtar landing on her butt without any grace. With the wind knocked from her, the goddess lost all her strength and forward momentum, easily allowing Naya to overcome both her chest and her arms, the silver-haired babe's strength overwhelming Ishtar as she got driven back.

"Ohhh!" Ishtar let out a frustrated groan as she got forced into her back with Naya on top. This time she wasn't going to be able to slip out like in the beginning of this fight, Naya had smacked the wind out of her using her belly, and she had full control over Ishtar's arms. The goddess let out a huff as she felt Naya's smaller chest drive against her breasts, flattening the goddess's significant bust against her chest. Her legs locked uselessly against the oiled mats, unable to find any purchase on the slippery surface. All her momentum got reversed on her, Naya taking full advantage of the goddess for the first time in this match!

[BuckleBuster]

A downpour of cheers, hoots, and hollers surrounded the oily ring as Naya completed her counterattack, the comeback sending the crowd into a frenzy. Despite the odds, she had succeeded in finally taking Ishtar down to the mats!

For a few seconds, Naya lay frozen overtop her opponent as she recovered from the exaughsting offensive. Her mouth was still lingering with Ishtar's sweet taste, her tits sagging against her opponent's after having lost some of their rigidity, but at least she had her toned belly to thank for ultimately winning the battle. She let out a satisfied sigh, resting her head against Ishtar's chest before quickly snapping out of her victory induced haze and getting to work pressing her advantage.

Now that she was on top, Naya had to keep it that way. She had fallen directly overtop Ishtar, squishing the air out of the belly dancer and buying Naya some time to begin pinning her down. She started with the arms, using her already established grip on Ishtar's wrists to pin them to the mat high above her head. Last time when their positions had been reversed, Ishtar had made the mistake of keeping Naya's legs free. Luckily Naya was alert enough not to replicate that error, instead intertwining her legs with her opponent's, locking their ankles together and spreading her limbs outwards in an overtop grapevine. Finally she had the Love Goddess trapped, meaning all there was left to do was play with her just like she had promised in the beginning of the match.

Except... she didn't know where to start. Their lips were hovering just mere inches from one another, breasts pressed together lovingly but with plenty of pressure left to give, pussies kissing between the thin fabric of their bikinis. Naya gulped, overwhelmed on which part of Ishtar to devour first. Her hesitancy would have been enough for her opponent to pick up on, but by then Naya's aphrodisiac laced mind had already provided an answer for her. Why not go for all three at once?

"Ready for some... real loving?" Naya said with another unsure gulp, mentally cringing at the unassertive delivery as she lowered her face down towards her opponent, heading not for her lips but for her neck instead. Her mouth went directly for the girl's tanned neckline, an odd spot considering she would end up suckling more oil than skin. But this rational did little to dissuade Naya's advances as her lips already set to work trying to deliver small love bites through the viscous coating.

Next were her boobs, which for the first time in the match had found themselves in a position to deliver retribution to Ishtar's bullying breasts. She tried to do them justice by mimicking the movements that had been done onto her, leaning inwards with her chest to force the girl's mounds to mushroom outwards with mutual pain and pleasure. But despite her best efforts, her breathing seemed to be throwing her rubbing out of rhythm. She sucked in air with rapid, hyperventilated breaths, causing her chest to invariably dilate and unintentionally release pressure in the process.

Naya tried to make up for it with her crotch, glided over Ishtar's covered pussy in slow, predictable movements, trying to find a special sweet spot between Ishtar's thighs to call her home. It wasn't doing much to pleasure either of them, considering the added layers of oil and fabric blocking their pussies from truly meeting. But Naya continued nonetheless, even forcing a few moans from her lips so as not to give Ishtar the impression that she was struggling in her efforts, determined on extracting some pleasure for herself despite the uncharacteristic difficulty doing so.