Eirina Makishima vs. Angelina Tarrant - Erotic Showdown

[PrinceArjuna332]

Seeing Angelina's reaction, Eirina couldn't help but smile, but she wanted more. This was her punishment for being such a brat to her earlier, and she wasn't going to stop until Angelina was nothing but an empty, dried up husk. She finger-blasted her without mercy, thrusting her fingers into her cunt without any hint of tenderness. Hearing Angelina begging her to slow down, Eirina let out a dark chuckle.

"Hmm? What was that? You want me to slow down? Too bad! I'm having too much fun here!"

With Angelina's body folded up, Eirina would quicken her pace as she continued finger-fucking her, looking to make her cum, and she wasn't planning to stop after only one orgasm. At the same time, she would bring her face closer to Angelina's pussy, looking to stimulate her sex with her warm breath while her other hand would rub against her clit, looking to drown the red-haired woman in pleasure.

"Come on! Lemme her more! Scream your heart out! Let everyone know what a dirty little slut you are!"

[Monsy]

What Eirina was doing to her was brain-melting. It’s the kind of fuck that made her feel so high, she’s floating in mind-clouds. Everything became foggy. Her toes curled until they ached; her knuckles, white, grabbing into her own red locks, twisting around her digits and tensing as she pulled against the roots, looking to the left, then the right. Her head arched back, put a curl underneath her neck because she’s so far-folded in two, her spine was already bent and she’s stuck staring at her ankles. She cursed, moaned, then whimpered. All in a couple seconds. Her inhales are sharp, exhales even faster -- like skipping rocks. Each one a note that tried uttering a syllable to no avail.

“I-I’-- F-F--.. B-BIT-- A-AH!”

One look at her face and anyone can see she’s a furnace. Look at her sweat. On her hairline, cheeks, slightly bruised belly. Underneath such lights, anyone can see quite a glimmer. She didn’t need that warm breath, but -- it made all the difference. Her twisting face seemed to settle in this blushing, vacant staring, open-mouthed expression as her eyes rolled all the way back. Her legs began kicking, like they wanted to fold in -- her hips throed. Both hands reached down and clawed the mat as her sex began squelching from Eirina’s finger-fuck. That touch to her clit put a knot in her stomach and throat, and when it came undone, she was swallowed in dopamine and squealed.

“F-..-fuckkkkkkkkk you…”

She stayed stiff, unable to think -- put on an orgasm and gushing out her sex. She didn’t feel a muscle, not even her clenching hands. It’s all fuzzy, warm, wet. It felt so horribly amazing that she didn’t have the right cuss word to praise and chew the bitch out. Instead, she settled with moaning, long and drawn out as she drooled. “E-Eii…rinaaaa…!!”

[PrinceArjuna332]

Eirina grinned upon seeing how deep in pleasure Angelina was. While she certainly hated the girl for being such an ass, she loved the way she reacted to her touches. Well, no matter. All that left was for the Frau Doktor to enjoy herself, having her way with the bratty red-haired girl to her heart's contents.

Eirina wasn't stopping with just an orgasm. She wanted to draw more, as if trying to wring Angelina dry. Thrusting her fingers into Angelina's pussy, she listened to her opponent's cries of pleasure. Just to amuse herself, Eirina would then give Angelina's ass-cheeks a few slaps just to see them jiggle from being struck.

"Mmmm~ there you go..." Eirina purred, taking a look at Angelina's face as she kept finger-blasting her pussy. "You look lot cuter now, though don't look away. I'm not quite done with you yet." Flashing a devilish grin, Eirina leaned in and started licking Angelina's sex even as she continued fingering her. "Aaahhhmmm~"

[Monsy]

Was it too late for an S.O.S signal?
One orgasm already felt like floating. Her body and mind couldn’t compute a fuckin’ THING as Eirina buried her in a brain-melting finger-fuck. The overwhelming sense of need from Eirina’s hand forced her hips to twitch, shiver and spasm. She leaned on one shoulder, looked overhead and had a brief growl. “s-shiiit!” Her voice cracked, then looking the other way for a potential out. Yet her thoughts of escape were horribly flustered.

“M-Mgh!! F-F-Aa--Aag--H-Haahh!” She tried saying something to curse them with. Hell, she even wanted to urge them on a moment later. The dance between I hate you and I love you was on a knife’s edge. Babbles and shameless high-pitched moans escaped, mixed only by the short girlish squeals from the ass slaps that made her cheeks ripple.

“I-I’m so… fuckin’ c-close!!” She screamed, on the cusp of a new high she never thought possible. Folded up perfectly, a tongue lapping at her sex with Eirina’s fingers squelching and slapping with each plunge, with her groin pouring cream onto Eirina’s hand and warm-wet tongue on command. The feeling climbed higher and higher. From her toes to her head, reaching every corner in one big knot. Her eyes fluttered back into her skull and she became a lusting husk, reduced to spitting out her rival’s name in one ecstasy-filled scream. “-e-e-eirina!!..”

Then hot squirt spewed out of her groin in three spurts on the mat, Eirina and herself, each marked by an involuntary spasm and pitiful kick of her legs and curled toes. The Marauder whittled down to pathetic whimpering the longer the pleasure racked her entire being. Her motion was limp. She was sweaty enough to look like she took a pool dip. “h-hahhh..huuu…fuh…” Her breathing was ragged, heavy and slack-jawed, drooling in some brainless function, paralyzed by pleasure and wholly beet red.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Angelina's cries of pleasure were like music to Eirina's ears, and she would keep fingering her pussy while licking it at the same time. Soon enough, she managed to bring Angelina to an orgasm, causing her to squirt out her juices, and the Frau Doktor hummed in delight as she drove her opponent to her climax. Eirina would then make it a show to everyone in the arena by licking her fingers clean as she observed her opponent who was currently drowning in pleasure.

"Hehe... I like you better if you're like this, though I'm not satisfied yet. Let's give everyone a good show, okay?"

Eirina would then get up, grabbing Angelina to pull her up. Making sure to support her opponent's weight, Eirina would then stand behind the redhead before she brought her hands to her inner thighs. Then, she would lift her up, spreading those legs as she would hold her up in a reverse suspended congress, where Angelina's freshly-fucked pussy would be in clear view of everyone, and Eirina would put her in full display as she would lift her. "Don't forget to smile~" Eirina said as she would let the cameramen capture the image of Angelina being held in such an embarrassing position.

[Monsy]

This had her spun around in all different directions. Her mind was on another plain of existence. The kind where thinking, matching one plus one was a long and slow-moving road. It just about melted her brain into mush, babbling her groans and twitching every-so-often to show signs of life. Little spurts of cum continued to release as Angelina made tiny convulsions as Eirina licked her hand clean, eyes fully rolled back.

“Mmnh…” Her voice cracked when grabbed, pulled and she sagged. Her head fell back and her spine lacked any hinges. As a small, spry and flexible gal, she was goddamn jello in Eirina’s grasp, wobbling on her boots and slumping with her slack arms. “I’m… f-fuck…” Thankfully -- or horribly, Eirina was right there at every step, putting her hands over her fishnet-clad thighs, then taking her up. Angelina packed up, her knees kissing her shoulders, giving a clear shot of her perky breasts exposed long ago, pushed together and erect. Yet it was sopping pink sex that caught the crowd and the cameras, soaking up her glistening clean-shaven folds, still swelling from arousal and twitching as her full-body orgasm still buzzed through her body. A shine took her inner-thighs, then even went lower to almost look like she was dripping. Hard to tell between that and her sweat. The crowd could even see her squirt staining the canvas right in front of them in perfect dark blotches.

“H-Huh.. I-I--” A bashful look soon bubbled up. She was red down to her neck, still drooling on herself as she looked to one shoulder, put a hand on her face then another out towards the cameras. “F-Fuck off. P-Point that s-shit a-away from m-me…”

[PrinceArjuna332]

Heaving Angelina's body up and showing her in full display for all to see, especially with her legs spread and her womanhood in clear view, Eirina was looking forward to see her reaction to such exposure. Sure enough, Angelina bashfully reacted to having the cameras pointed at her, and she laughed. "Aw, what's the matter? Don't be so shy! We're giving everyone a show, remember?"

Just to embarrass Angelina even more, Eirina would make sure to give extra focus on Angelina's pussy towards the closest camera, making sure the cameraman would capture the clearest view of her spread out folds. Of course, Eirina wasn't quite done with Angelina yet, and after showing her off for everyone to see, Eirina would then execute her next move, bringing her opponent down onto her knees, hitting her with an atomic drop!

If the atomic drop was successful, Eirina would shove Angelina off her knee, letting her fall onto the mat. From there, Eirina would plan her next move. She wanted to make sure that her opponent would be wrung dry before she could finally claim her victory over her. For the time being, she wanted to enjoy herself and have her way with the rude yet cute redhead.

[Monsy]

The utter thought salad racing through was like a finisher all in itself. Her legs felt fuzzy, and she still didn’t have much give. Better yet. Worse yet. Why did this all feel good? Her heart raced. There wasn’t a desire to shut down. Her composure did, still putting a hand up, then simply putting them to her cheeks, looking down, seeing what the camera saw. It made her see just how messed up her body was. How it loved the attention. Everyone else can see it too, right on the fucking titantrons. The almost frozen stiff, red-shot face of Angelina’s sweaty face, trying to hide between red hair strands and at the same time, pretend that she wasn’t biting her own -- it added a charm to make the crowd dog whistle. Lowest low she has had.

“I--I-c-can’t h-help…” Her throat tied up in knots. The arousal built up again from just being here. Her eyes suddenly clammed shut when she processed just about everything, her voice breaking, “Ican’thelpit!” Angelina replied.

“E-Eieeeeek!!” Dropping sex-first over Eirina’s knee, her groin suddenly became overloaded with sensation. An orgasmic pain-laced explosion and numbing spike gripped her. Angelina moaned, went white in the face, hitched a breath and convulsed after a girlish squeal. Being shoved sent her face-first. Her knees hit the mat, with her back making a perfect curl that put her soft butt into the air. Both hands grabbed her twitching pussy, with her thighs shivering and pulling in every second moment. Her cheek was planted firm, which gave her a rather vacant stare outward. She panted like a dog. Did she really just orgasm from a move? It certainly fucking felt like it. If not, then almost. It hurt way too good. She was stunned into next week.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Bringing Angelina down onto her knee with an atomic drop, Eirina giggled as she looked at the redhead's reaction. "Oh my... did you just cum from that? You dirty, dirty little girl, hehe~" Eirina giggled as she would think of what to do next. She got an idea as she would then make her way out of the ring, rummaging under the ring to see if there was something lewd that she could use. Normally, weapons would be prohibited in this match, but because this was a hentai match, the referee seemed fine with the usage of a sex toy, and sure enough, Eirina took out a dildo that she could strap on herself.

Eirina didn't plan to put it on herself right away as she would climb up the apron, reentering the ring and tossing the strap-on onto the mat. She was planning to continue her dominance over Angelina, approaching her and pulling her back up from the mat. She was looking to use the strap-on to cement her victory down the line, but first, she wanted to humiliate Angelina some more, bringing her back to her feet so that she could continue having her way with her. "Get up now. The show's not over yet. Try to look cute while you're at it. You're better looking that way." Eirina said, grinning.

[Monsy]

Two massive orgasms and a small one later, Angelina seemed more like a shell from this state. All bent up, shiny and not pulling her pieces back together, already spilled onto the mat. It took the long rest Eirina supplied by just heading out the ring, bringing back a sex toy that landed before her eyes. She gasped, awake for whatever reason before being peeled off the mat like duct tape. One after the other, Angelina got her legs underneath her. Her thighs, wet, sweaty and sticky almost, clammed together and wobbled as Angelina grabbed onto Eirina’s forearm, held it and used it to stand upright. Still, she was hunched, panting like a dog and in absolutely no state to do much.

“I’am goin’ to fuckin’ ruin you… s-so much.” Angelina tried taking a step, which made her legs quake as she applied her weight. It hadn’t donned on her just how much she relied on Eirina to stay standing steady. Yet she still tried to give her some snobbish-looking defiance. “Just ya wait, slut-shima.”