Ianthe Taylor (D) vs Yahagi Fujimoto - Pure Bliss!

[SeptaX1]

The pompous Englishwoman loved it rough. She loved a good lady who could give her a fight, whether with sharp words or through the body. While her opponent had consistently shyed away from the verbal jabs, her own frame was defying a total squash from the bigger, perhaps more toned intruder. She slammed and grinded herself against the Imperatrix's solid form. But that only intrigued Ianthe further, it was apparent that Yahagi wouldn't be giving up any ground so easily, a welcome sight. The push and pull, the competitive spirit was all part of the good fun. In reality, it made it all the more satisfying when the sinful little thing broke in the end.

That's when the shorter woman arched her body upwards, bringing their sexes closer together, whilst their eyes remained tidally locked to one another. Brown irises stare down a deviant dark red pair, both eyes displaying similar levels of emotion, and clear determination as to what would be coming next.

"Heehee, I'm going to give you a mark of pleasure that will never go away ♥"

Ianthe merrily accepted the unspoken challenge to her pride, confident in her incomparable sensuality and libido. Their lower lips would meet, already ornated with the liquids of precum, whilst the humidity of the room generated sweat that continued dripping onto the wettening floors. The Imperatrix continued holding her satisfied smirk waiting to see Yahagi's reaction as her hips began swerving, moving their sexes against one another to do some prodding.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Yahagi barely flinched as their womanhoods met for the first time, a true sign of her clout and determination, as most would have broken out in a moan by now. Yahagi smiled, sweat dripping off her face, before slowly grinding her womanhood into Ianthe's, making the two of them yet more aroused, and their clitorises harder than before, which was a sign that their sexes were loving the contact, the next question will be, which of them will spill first cum, as they were both oozing precum.

"Hehe, not bad. I have certainly faced weaker than you, but I am afraid that will not be enough to topple me. You will be squirting and calling my=e your goddess before long" Yahagi said confidently as her grinding slowly sped up, challenging Ianthe to test her sexual mettle against her.

[SeptaX1]

"My my, looks like I've got you running your mouth now. Keep that same energy when I put you in your place~"

Ianthe cooed and responded in kind to Yahagi's bold declaration. It was a turn-on, when her opponent fired back with her body and now with words. The fuel that added to the fire made the now steaming hot room feel even more sweltering.

"I only serve one God, by the way." Ianthe added a little sly remark.

As their sexes continued prodding, the raven-haired babe had taken further initiative, moving with Ianthe, she had started speeding up those teasing grinds to optimal potency. An attempt to one-up the Imperatrix at her own game, and the competitive fire of the Englishwoman certainly wouldn't let her back down. In response, she also increased the speed of her grinds, adding authoratatively strong humps, while also continuing to press her overwhelming weight into the arched form of Yahagi. Every part of her body was involved in this battle, from the moistening crotch that grinded, the tensed rock-hard abdominal belly that rubbed, the perked up tits that poked soft flesh, and the facial contours that evoked bravado and an assuredly victorious smirk. Ianthe's body would continue pressing down on the Japanese woman entirely, wanting to push her back towards the wall, whilst continuing to pleasure her for a good softening.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

"Heh, we shall see if you are so cocky once you are beneath me, squirting buckets and calling me superior to you sexually" Yahagi confidently remarked, seemingly unfazed by the slowly increasing intensity of the grinding that was taking place on their abs, tits, and between their legs. This, coupled with the heat in the sauna made this fight one of the hottest that Yahagi had been in, which as completely at odds with her defeat to Eirina Makishima, where she was defeated in a chilled room in almost identical circumstances. This time though, she would not lose.

"As do I dear, and its not you" Yahagi smirked as she felt Ianthe attempt to push her to the wall, but Yahagi had a plan. she moved her legs in a circular pattern, keeping their naked bodies locked together, but attempting to spin them 180 degrees, o that Ianthe was the one with her back facing the wall. If she as successful, she would then push forward hard, continuing the lustful grind, and forcing Ianthe to either grind back harder, or let Yahagi make the first wall pin of the match.

[SeptaX1]

"Heehee, I'll be converting you tonight it seems."

Ianthe thought highly of herself. Her body was blessed in all senses, from the deep mounds that radiated eroticism to wonderful hereditary features that she was afforded. However it was not simply natural beauty that illustrated Ianthe, but the work she put to become something of a goddess. She took pride in what she achieved in order to most satisfy herself and her needs. The forging of strength and conditioning culminated in a perfectly sculpted set of abs, rowed in columns to the most visible of definitions. The musculature Ianthe possessed was perhaps her pride, a manifestation of her strength through and through, and perfect sensuality.

This high sense of ego has driven her to impose superiority over others, making lessers worship her unworldly figure. In this battle, Yahagi questioned authority and believed herself to be higher. The self-proclaimed goddess was found to be a cute pest by Ianthe, but her rebellion would be squashed with great pleasure.

Yahagi used her agility and tactfulness to change the positions of one another. It was the Englishwoman whos back now faced the wall as the crafty smaller lady switched the dynamic, yet Ianthe was not necessarily displeased nor affected by the change. It only embolded her drive to make Yahagi tender and turn an arrogant hardbody soft in the most pleasing way possible. The Imperatrix was as stalwart as ever, her body only permeated in perpetual solidity, enabled by her own strength as well as the intoxicating intimacy of the grind. She became ruthless in her rubs, her tits only grew more aroused as they massaged the buxom opponent's own pair. Her aggression marked with an increasingly flexed set of abs that attempted to gnaw their way through their equally taut counterparts. In raw strength, the blonde placed her trust in, to rub her sweat coated frame that would not only turn on and make Yahagi mewl, but also harden her own body even further, conditioning and making herself resistant.

In this way if Yahagi could break even slightly, whether through a lapse in concentration or a lax in tension, it would allow Ianthe the window to quickly shove her slightly back, before winding up and slamming herself again into the Japanese woman for a body smack. If the landing was a success, Ianthe would resume her aggressive grinds, pressing down with tenacity and humping the fiend with complete ecstasy.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

"Hehe, if you think you can, my dear, be my guest"

Yahagi replied with a taunting tone in her voice, her voluptuous body still feeling supreme as it duelled ceaselessly with Ianthe's own. Her own confidence, along with those voluptuous curves and hard abs, were the things keeping Yahagi so sure of her victory, as well as her body away from submitting to the lust of her vagina duelling with the blondes opposite to her. She knew that, the longer the to of them did this, the tougher it would get, and the less likely Yahagi had to win, but rushing to get Ianthe to cum as also a risky play, as it could easily backfire, something the Japanese samurai did not want.

Yahagi's denial of wanting to join the followers of the blonde Brit as not unfounded though, she did not care to follow another's body. Granted, if she was defeated in battle, she would accept that defeat, but she would not follow another woman's orders unless it was a POW match, and this most certainly was not one of those sorts of matches.

The Japanese woman was rewarded with her agile manoeuvre, allowing her to get the British woman pinned with her back to the wall, though Ianthe stayed defiant. It was almost as if Ianthe anted to be in this position. But Yahagi was not aware of any plot to oust her and make her squeal. Her body stayed rock hard, refusing to yield to Ianthe's, despite the blondes increasing intensity to her grinds. In fact, Yahagi only got faster herself, which applied more pressure to both women's abs, tits and vaginas. The intoxicating intimacy, along with the aphrodisiac that was flooding around their body, ready to strike at any moment, made Yahagi, and she assumed Ianthe, a little tense. She knew that soon, it would strike, making them both lustful for each other, and wanting release. But they must fight through it, lest they yield and submit to their equally defiant opponent. This was more a battle of wills, than a battle of body mass.

Yahagi felt the slam from Ianthe, and it was sudden, she could not defend herself from the attack. This made her grunt and fall back a little, but that was when it hit, the aphrodisiac did its work, making Yahagi feel tender. Ianthe's intense body grind as doing no favours, and her vagina felt incredibly hot, and the sensation was immeasurable. Yahagi let out a soft but short moan, signalling that her defences have been broken.

"Ahh... Ahnn..." She moaned softly, counterattacking quickly before the opposing woman took too much of a lead.

[SeptaX1]

The sultry Brit had her work cut out. A young buxom woman like herself, with an atheltic conditioning, grinding equally to her in vigor and ability, whilst filled with the most debauched affinity. While she was smaller, it was evident the woman had a thing for this sort of ordeal, which Ianthe could have a degree of respect for, yet would certainly not openly display it. As much as individuals could train themselves to take on inane levels of physical or mental affliction, the imperfections of the human body meant everyone had their breaking point eventually. And Ianthe smirked as she heard exactly the sounds she had longed to hear, a sigh of pleasured weakness from her stalwart opponent. Her handiwork was taking a toll on Yahagi as the shorter hardbody softly moaned in delectable feebleness.

"Mmmm, breaking so soon love?~"

Ianthe leered the downed Yahagi, despite those mewlings not being as audible as she loved. Even so, the signs of faltering was clear, the way the body doused in ecstasy. The Brit perhaps percepted the opponent was feeling even more than what she was already showing. A submissive at heart? An under-the-mold masochist? Ianthe believed it was reasonable to fuck around and find out. Her lust rose, and so too did Yahagi's almost feeling the steam that emitted from her tender nether regions. In turn, that made the blonde more eager to pancake her opponent, smushing her form entirely onto the pleasured lady. The stars aligned and the Imperatrix would be onto this cue.

Initially the raven lady would try to resist whatever Ianthe had coming, but her defences were lowered by intoxicating arousal as they rubbed bodies. Flexing and strength exterted, which would make the busty blonde pant in enjoyment, laps in breathy exhales, as her mouth opened, yet it all held a malevolent aura. At the same time, she felt it was necessary to have a subject under her, and that's when an idea came to mind. Ianthe would attempt to force Yahagi back slightly, keeping an emphasis on grinding and locking body-to-body, but would simultaneously shoot her right leg behind the opponent's left, hooking it and hopefully causing the woman to trip. As she would fall onto her back, Ianthe would have her in an imprisoning hold, where the prey was trapped between two impenetrable walls. An inescapable dungeon where Ianthe could ravish and properly 'convert' Yahagi.

"I'll crush you."

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Much as Yahagi would loathe to admit it, she was now in a very precarious position. Her body was now pinned under the busty Brit, and her body was losing the war against lust. Her breathing became more rapid, and her moans more frequent, showing Ianthe just how aroused she was. Yahagi knew that one orgasm wouldnt be enough to beat her, but she also knew that it could spell disaster if she came fast.

For the next couple of minutes, Yahagi matched the rate of Ianthes grinding, her clit and the Brits kissing and rubbing mercilessly as their iron nipples fenced. However, it was too little, too late. She soon helped, and sent out the first serving of love nectar in the fight, showing that, at least in a one on one fight, Ianthe was just more sexually resilient than her. But Yahagi was far from beaten. After an all too brief rest, she started grinding again, more critically, and more determined than ever.

"Heh, good one. But this is not over yet." Yahagi said confidently.

[SeptaX1]

The Japanese woman, tripped by Ianthe, fell back, and cushioned by her bonded arms, crashed right onto the wooden floor. Now, her body were encircled by two equally hot and hard surfaces. The enrapturing and claustrophobic space only contracted as the Imperatrix brought down reckoning upon Yahagi. Her body sunk and pancaked the fighter below and in turn, brought the Japanese girl even closer to a climax, they grinded, both resisting temptations in order to make the other break first. The sounds of moaning, exhales, and smacking grew louder, but it seemed to more so affect Yahagi since she was in the precarious position, and eventually she succumbed to pleasure first.

Bursting out in delirious pleasure, the sticky nectar flowed out of Yahagi's lower caves onto the floor, and that in and of itself made the blonde's sex even more damp. Her opponent was enjoying herself and she couldn't help but feel the same way. That made her want to grind against the raven-haired fighter even more, and push both of them even further beyond the limit break. To ravish Yahagi, putting her in her place, and making her submit to the superior woman, whilst satisfying her own desired release. Her own arousal increased the overall hardness of her body, she tensed to greater strength, the goal of grating those abs until they shattered into shards of glass.

Yet, even as her opponent received the first blow, she attempted to recover quickly and was determined to best Ianthe. She grinded and fought back with great potency and possibly even greater desire. It was a vigorous fire that intrigued the Imperatrix, but would not be so inclined to let Yahagi have any room to maneuver. The blonde was still in the top position, her body had the advantage of gravity as it pinned the other, continuing to move up and down in sensual vertical rubs. Ianthe coyly smirked and giggled in response to Yahagi's bravado, almost inviting her to try stop her.

Hold Reference (excl. arm placement)

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Not only was Yahagi now behind, she was also in an undesirable position. Being pinned down by the brit and grinded down upon, while she was simply unable to get free. She had to somehow escape this precarious position, but rushing ahead was never a wise decision, no matter whether you are being body pressed while being naked in a shower or not. She decided to make one move to try and flip the tables, and that was to plant her foot on the floor and use her muscles to flip Ianthe over onto the floor, effectively reversing their positions. If this failed, she would simply allow Ianthe to keep grinding, and just endure everything that was thrown at her.