Roses or Lavender? A Battle of Botany: Aiko Hasegawa(D) vs. Ema Ikeda(D)

[ScoutLils]

Vs.

Match Rules

The match is a Hentai pinfall match with a P.O.W. stipulation. The competitors must make their opponent climax first in order to claim a pin. The loser will be the winner prionser for 24 hours.

Aiko pulled down the white T shirt from her gear bag, the fabric slid down her skin like velvet illiciting a soft giggle from her lips. She’d tuck in her baggy shirt a clear indication that it could be removed without trouble, tonight was special after all. It wasn’t often that a debut was this special, not only did she get to have a pleasurable match but she’d get to take her appetizer home too. The marine biologist turns to the mirror, inspecting her choice in attire. Her usual shorts were snug as a bug against her hips, just the way she liked them. Her tucked baggy shirt was neat for its size. The black boots adorning her feet shine brightly after their thorough cleaning. Her finger tips grace the Camilia choke collar around her neck. Lately she felt less regret eating away at her, it took time but she was coming to terms with herself and what it was she wants.

Closing her locker door, it hit her this wasn’t her usual locker room. This wasn’t her usual arena either. It was jarring to be somewhere so familiar but different, LAW felt just like home and she’d treat it that way. She couldn’t complain at the end of the day, Aiko had oppurtubities around every corner; adding a few was icing on the cake.

Spoiler

Aiko opted not to research her opponent, there was something about going in blind to your debut that made it feel a bit more magical. Odd she knows but it was one way to look at it. Aiko would be lying if she said it didn’t make the thought of devouring her that much more appetizing. AFW always provided a five star treat but sometimes, you had to get your treats from somewhere else~.

Checking the clock she turns on the heel of her boots toward the door, persistent in being on time for her opening debut. She at least had to show even someone like her could be professional outside the lab. Heading down the hall, she couldn’t help but battle her desire to just take a peek at who it might be. Her common sense would shake the thought right from her mind as she made it to the curtain, right on cue. Her resolve to wait and see had become concrete.

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Theme

A strum if the guitar roared her theme to life. The speakers capturing the iconic riff of her entrance, spurring Aiko into action and bursting out of the curtain as if it were an entity, keeping her from escaping. The crowd made it very known how exited they were and who could blame them? It warmed her heart to earn such praise, so much so that as she begins to make her descent down the ramp, she extends her hands out toward the right hand side, hyping up the crowd with high fives as she strolls past.

With the crowd now behind her, Aiko steadily climbs the steel steps up the ring. She takes a long slow stride, looking out and admiring before she slips under the top rope into the ring.

Pulling her free leg inward, her boots two the canvas as she heads towards the center of the ring. She basks in the cheers, taking it all in as one should, her ego was definitely eating this up but Aiko was never the type to let it get to her head. If there was one thing she was good at, it was keeping pride down, not to be over bearing. In then final moments before her theme began to die down, she’d offer the praising fans her affection, blowing kisses in every direction.

With her theme now dead, the Japanese woman would head to her side of the ring, leaning against the ropes, her rump finds a seat on the middle rope; getting comfortable as she waits.. Aiko licks her lips in anticipation, eager to meet the woman who would be stepping into the squared arena.

[PurpleMage]

Back inside the lockers room a debutant finished her preparations. The purple-haired woman was rocking a white top, black lace-like bottoms and knee-high stockings with some low boots. She looked dignified and elegant but she trying her best to hide the hard time she was having controlling her nerves. She cupped her face with her hands for some instants trying to force the twitching in her leg to stop, then she looked at herself in the mirror. The reflection shown at her was one of a stunningly beautiful woman who had an air of dignity few could achieve and was rocking an incredible wrestling attire, but she was still having trouble believing in herself. Some people would have fought for the chance to share just some minutes with her and there she was, a trembling mess so scared of her own debut.

Spoiler

“It’s okay Ema. You’ve got this.” The woman thoughts went to her rival. She knew nothing of her but the fact that she was facing another debutant and that reassured Ema a little. The thought of fighting a veteran terrified her but that wouldn’t come to pass that night. Feeling a little better, Ema was startled by some knocking on the door that was the signal for her turn to make an appearance. “Well, here goes nothing.” No matter how nervous she could be feeling she had to get on stage and wrestle.

Finally backstage Ema looked at the arena and she froze in place for some instants. The stadium was full of people and she was just going to become the focus of all attention. She gripped her thigh to make her leg stop twitching as the announcer made her introduction and her entrance theme started playing. Some seconds off-beat, the purple-haired made her appearance. Ema was too nervous to enjoy a walkabout, so she would set her sights on the ring, put up the soft smile she had been practicing for the whole evening and start walking. People reacted with cheers and jeers but she would just smile at them, making a modest look that went with her elegant air even if inadvertently.

Once she reached the ring, Ema slipped between the ropes and from there she made a respectful bow to the four corners of the stands. The crowd reacted with enthusiasm to this show of politeness and elegance that was just Ema being too nervous to do much else. Then the purple-haired looked at her rival for the first time. In front of her stood a tall and slim woman dressed in loose but less revealing clothes. She looked confident and was also beautiful in a way that enticed Ema.

Blushing when realizing how rude her looking at her rival must have felt, Ema bowed respectfully. “H-hi. I’m Astarte. Nice to meet you. Let us have a good match.” Ema’s nervousness still showed in a little stilted introduction for someone who was going to engage in sensual action so soon. She could only hope to get used to it and feel more comfortable around it.

[ScoutLils]

Aiko’s gaze was locked onto the entrance, stalling blinks in case she missed the exact moment they stepped out. With her rivals theme beginning to play, she’d step away from the ropes, the tethers springing back and forth as her weight left its comfort. She’d step forward, her steps were almost timed to Ema’s own, one and two, one and two. Left, right, left right. Just as she met the center of the ring, she’d stop dead in her tracks, they were getting closer now, it would be only a matter of time before she could indulge with a taste. Her appetite was making her eager between sprinting herself or allowing them time to settle in before she pounces.

The violet managed to make that decision for her as they entered the ring. Her hungry pools now taking in the sight of her opponent. Her amber gaze starts with the boots, slowly traveling upward to meet her knee-high stockings. She could only imagine how those would feel beneath her touch, the velvet sensation of such a thin fabric. It was at this moment that she had to wonder why she was inagining when she could easily cup a feel later.

Her foe was dressed a bit more snuggly then Aiko was but that only meant that her touch would grace every part of her, uninterrupted. While Ema made her rounds to each corner and offering the crowd at a chance to throw in their support, the marine biologist can’t help but notice the girl carrying herself a bit..hesitantly? A bit disappointed with her vocabulary blunder, she’d frown while trying to find a better word.

It wasn’t until she heard an unfamiliar voice did she look up to see the violet bowing to her elder. What a nice girl, even from where they were standing, she was still being respectful. A smile creeps on Aiko’s face. She didn’t reciprocate their bow but she’d offer them something else instead. Calmly, she’d close the small distance between them, her hands already beginning to outstretch as her palms meet the woman’s midriff, sliding slowly as her fingertips take in the softness of the skin.

Her hands have a guiding, curious nature to them as they round the woman’s waist, she doesn’t go any lower then the small of her back. She could easily explore more but that wasn’t the purpose of this, not yet anyway. She’d tug the girl closer, flattening her chest to them as Aiko embraces Ema. She smiles as her right head shifts upward along her spine, slowly dragging her plan and digits upward as she kept the woman locked ever so close.

”Your name is Astarte? My, you mean to tell me I’m about to wrestle a goddess? Well, I certainly hope you take it easy on this lowly mortal.” She began, teasing of course but who didn’t like friendly banter from time to time. The purpose of this was to calm her opponent. She noticed that jitteriness, poor thing must be nervous. The marine biologist can understand that kind of fear though, it was one she felt once too. Her lips dance dangerously close around their throat as she threatens to leave her mark. In hindsight maybe she was making things worse but she had been holding back for so long, what was the harm with indulging herself?

Aiko couldn’t take it anymore, her lips immediately begin to pepper the violet’s throat, leaving a breathy peck to trail along her neck before pulling away, content with her breif exchange of affection, breif as it may be. ”Don’t focus on them.” She began, offering her hands one last touch before she slowly broke the embrace, pulling herself away so that the match could begin. ”Focus on me, and you’ll drown them out, Hon. You’re the only thing I see right now~.” Aiko teases as the referee would step in to separate the pair.

With the official now going over the rules, and reaffirming the stipulations, subconsciously, her tongue would grace her lips, licking with an intense hunger as the bell snapped her too. In an instant, Aiko’s knees would bend, loweringer her into her stance as her arms lifted, palms open while her fingers curled like claws. ”Ready~?”She asks with a sultry tone, making her intentions clear.

[PurpleMage]

Ema was feeling so anxious already just thinking of everyone looking at her like that. She wasn’t having second thoughts or anything but she was going to need some time to adjust to the show. When she started thinking about her rival that anxiety peaked to the point the purple-haired’s introduction was clumsy and awkward. The simple thought of not knowing much about how that woman’s character was or how she would approach her brought chills to the already nervous woman’s body, insecurities arising while she even felt breathing becoming hard. When Aiko smiled at Ema all the woman’s defense instincts screamed at the same time but her body froze in place.

It was a pretty lucky thing though since the only thing Aiko did was caress her. The woman’s hand was soft and warm to the touch as she felt Ema’s stomach, but the most important part was that it was delicate. Aiko would get a proper feel at Ema’s body and the purple-haired wouldn’t resist. Then she would embrace Ema, pressing both their bodies together in a way that gave the two of them a teaser of what was going to come whenever they entangled with each other. Aiko’s words were teasing, yes, but also very inclusive in how they made Ema part of what was coming. Even if she was still a little anxious that touch of intimacy and partnership started easing Ema’s mind. At no moment felt the purple-haired threatened anymore. Just when Ema was reuniting the courage to respond her words died on her throat as she gasped in surprise when Aiko pecked her on the neck.

The referee came to separate the two after that since the match hadn’t properly started yet. While the official was going over the rules for the match Aiko talked once again to give Ema the best piece of advice she was going to get in a long time. Taking Aiko’s words to heart Ema closed her eyes and breathed deep, making an effort to make anything else but Aiko disappear. When she opened her eyes back as if it was some kind of spell it had worked. Ema’s concentration was deeply focused on her rival that it was as if every other thing besides Aiko was out of existence. Feeling relieved and way more reassured than before, Ema looked at Aiko as the woman asked wether she was ready or not. The bell had rung and she was adopting a fighting stance. “Yes...”, said Ema even if there was something else she wanted to say. Her eyes were true on that though, and her lips moved without the words making any noise, but Aiko would surely be capable of reading her rival’s lips. “Thank you.”

Getting on a guard pose, Ema walked forwards. The wrestling norms dictated that a test of strength was a powerful way of breaking the ice in a match, and besides now Ema couldn’t wait to interlock fingers with that woman. If accepted, the purple-haired would use all her effort to push her rival back.

[ScoutLils]

Just as she thought, she was too on edge to even hesitate to embrace her. She had to wonder if this was their first experience but even then, it could also just be a bad case of stage fright. Her caress was gentle but still tender, Aiko didn’t want Astarte to get the wrong impression. The pair of them were here to compete, to overcome the other and claim their prize. She supposed it didn’t hurt so much to show a bit of concern for a fellow woman in arms. It almost felt immediate but she thought they stopped shaking entirely.

After her gingerly placed pecks paint their throat, the ref would separate the pair. ”Sorry to interrupt but you can at least wait until I ring the bell.” The official complained. Aiko didn’t resist the break up, her fingertips would reach out to scoop the woman’s locks, wrapping it about her finger as she chuckles softly to herself. ”I suppose I could wait. I bet a cute referee would make a nice appetizer before the main dish~.” She jokes, allowing the woman’s hair to slip through her fingers and make a passing glance at the sensual named goddess. The ref blushes slightly before calling to ring the bell.

Slipping into her stance she can see them mouth those sweet words ”Thank you.” Aiko could only grin, she didn’t reply, not yet, when she had Ema to herself she’d give her answer. The violet was eager to test herself, customary of people in their profession and she meets them with just as much enthusiasm. Their palms meet for the first time, her fingertips gliding along that open softness as their fingers meet the pits of each digit. Her caress is gentle at first, she contemplated her next move but Astarte made it for her. She was surprised with the sudden push, gasping out as her boots slide along the mat, looking for traction until she finds it, stopping herself dead in her tracks. ”Don’t think for a second you have me on the ropes.” Aiko declares a devilish smirk now sweeping across her face as she uses the test against Ema.

Throwing out her hands to each side, she’d attempt to pull the hopefully unsuspecting violet into her clutches. Granted they fall for her trap, she’d use the forward moment to shift her hip, bringing the woman down across her waiting knee to put on a bit of hurt if she succeeded. ”You know, I’d love to get to the good part but business comes first, I’m sure you understand.” If she kept her hold, she’d lean her weight to add a bit more pressure, a bit more pain to the knee driving into their back, attempting to split her in half. ”Don’t worry though, I’ll make you forget all about this pain~.” Her honeyed words drip from her lips like an acid, threatening to melt even the toughest defense.

[PurpleMage]

Ema felt a little bit embarrassed while the referee interrupted the strange but intimate moment the two of them shared, not because someone else like the referee meddling in their affairs since Ema was now following Aiko’s advice and there wasn’t anyone in her mind but that wonderful looking rival, no. The feeling of unease came from Ema thinking that they were in some way breaking some rule by interacting in a close way before the match started. It had costed her a lot to reach a place like L.A.W. to let it all go to waste because of a bad reputation. Luckily Aiko took control of the situation and dealt witht he official in a way that made it look like they weren’t going to be disturbed anymore.

With the bell ringing and the match starting Ema locked with her rival in a test of strength. It was funny for her how that hold could feel both exciting in a fighting way and also somehow feel intimate as well. Maybe it was the positive chemistry that the purple-haired felt towards that inviting rival? Be that as it may, Ema did her best to push with all her strength and drive Aiko back. Astarte wasn’t the best in the brute force department, so it surprised her to see how she was actually managing to push the bigger Aiko, but it didn’t last as after some steps the raven-haired seductress planted her feet on the ground and stopped Ema on her tracks with a teasingly defiant remark.

“I would never think th-whoah!!” Just as Astarte was replying to her rival Aiko made her move. The woman made some small but precise adjustments to her body position and shifted the weight in a way that made the purple-haired fall on her back against Aiko’s knee! With a faint gasp Ema would groan in protest as jolts of pain started making her lower back feel the strain of the hold. It looked that despite her sultry approach Aiko wasn’t going to pull any punches, and Ema wouldn’t have liked it other way. There was something in Aiko’s words while executing the hold, a promise for future pleasures that made Ema wonder how that might feel, blush quickly coming to her cheeks almost forgetting her current plight.

[ScoutLils]

She took a gamble throwing at their hands to take Astarte down, her move could’ve been easily countered but she caught the violet while her guard was (for all she could tell) down. The faint gasp was all she needed to hear to know that their back was now being subjugated to her mercy but that was the beauty of it. She applied her weight, keeping true to the nature of the nature, it was part of her contract afterall. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of those pale cheeks becoming rosey.

”What are you thinking about that’s got you so flustered? Is it me?” Aiko asks, unable to keep herself from teasing the poor girl. The Rose continues to pile on her weight, the exchange opened up opportunities fo Aiko to press her advantage now all she had to do was act on it.

If Ema was still day dreaming or distracted by the Rose’s questions, Aiko would loosen her grip in the violets left hand. If she managed to sneak her fingers from their grip, she’d slip her hopeful free hand over their shoulder. Her knee began to strain from all the weight and the continuous pressure but she could endure it, she had to if she wanted to keep her lead. The contact would be sincere as her digits grab hold of their top for a good grip.

Her lips were so close to their neck but she finds a new target: Astartes earlobe. Granted the goddess didn’t start to rebel, she’d reach out just a hair and bite down on their earlobe. Aiko wouldn’t bite down hard, just enough to garner their attention as she nibbles lightly. She offers a bit of pleasure before the pain, a way to keep opponents guessing in what comes next.

If Aiko’s plan came together, the Rose would release their ear and launch the girl backward carrying the girl coward to plant their pretty face into the canvas for a modified face buster to keep the goddess dazed and vulnerable, she’d make sure they enjoyed what was to come.

[PurpleMage]

Even if both wrestlers were debutants for that night there was some difference in their disposition towards that match. This said nothing of Astarte’s actual wresting skills or training, which was pretty decent for a rookie by the way, but talked about her nervousness and hesitance. No matter Aiko’s wrestling skills which also looked pretty good, there was some edge in the raven-haired’s attitude and that would make her excel in these first minutes of match.

For an instant, Ema felt like a teen looking at the person she liked. The way Aiko teased her for her blushing made her feel even more flustered, her figure frozen for some time. Only a new jolt of pain coursing her back awakened the purple-haired, who started to desperatedly seek an escape, writhing in the hold while her hands flailed around trying to find some leverage to push Aiko aside. Her fighting lasted until something completely unexpected happened in the form of Aiko leaning towards Ema and giving her a gentle, light and quite arousing nibble to her earlobe. Astarte stopped on her tracks with a gasp of surprise that came followed by a long drawn sigh that hinted that Aiko had struck gold in one of Ema’s weak spots.

With the same celerity and warning of the earlobe nib, Aiko transitioned from the knee backbreaker to a form of modified face buster. With a cry of surpride and then a sound thud Ema planted face first against the canvas. She held her face with her hands and for some seconds she would just lay there open for a follow up, more dazed than pained.

[ScoutLils]

It seemed to go just as she expected, as soon as they began to resist and push her away, it was easily crushed. Her nibbles are soft and quiet, she doesn’t make any unnecessary sound as she goes to work. Aiko took pride in her abilities no matter how niche or inappropriate they just so happened to be. She’s careful not to bite down too hard, she knows doing so could ruin the moment, although their are some who prefer she bite hard. It was adorable seeing their resistance go slack against her as she offered some affection but work was work after all. Aiko considers the stick and carrot approach. First came the carrot.

Here comes the stick. A hard thud radiates from the ring as Astarte’s face kissed the mat with the Rose’s help. She didn’t writhe in pain but more so laid out dazed. The was good, she would never forgive herself from harming a cute face like that. She sees her oppurtunity and contemplates what would be best for the match. Aiko gives it a moment, thinking he intently for that singular moment but she comes up with nothing, well that’s not particularly true.

The older woman steps over the downed violet, each boot stands on either side of the so named goddess. She wouldn’t give the woman a second to protest if they removed their hands and saw her, she’d drop down to that exposed throne, straddling Astarte. Her hands run down their belly, granted she managed to take the throne without much fuss. Slowly her touches glides down their chiseled abdomen, her thumbs and palms exploring their musculature with intrigue and desire. Her feel up is slow, she wants to enjoy it before the next touch ends in pain. Her hands soon meet those orbs of theirs, she’d offer them a light squeeze feeding her own tic as it demanded she squeeze again and (to no one’s surprise) she squeezed again. The marine biologists snickers as she leans forward, their chest still in her hands. ”Sorry, I hope you don’t mind me firming up the girls.” She teases, peeling her hands away as they continue their journey upward.

Fingers became shackles as they take Astartes wrist, pinning them above their head of Aiko managed to get that far. She’d lean forward again making a loose grapevine pin on the process except she left the girls legs be. She’d mushroom her bust against her rival as she stared into their pearls. ”Are you going to show me something or are you just going to let you toss and tease you all night. Whatcha got~?” Her lips whispers, closing the gap between her own and the lips attached to her rival who just so happened to be pressed to the mat.

[PurpleMage]

Going from a backbreaker to a face buster so early in the match took a heavy toll on Ema’s body who still needed to recover from the sudden rush and impact from those hits. When she had recovered from the initial surprise and the pain from the hit the purple-haired took her hands off her face and was welcomed by the towering sight of Aiko leaning forwards to straddle her. Having Aiko straddling Ema and then feeling all her body around wasn’t a good situation when thinking about Ema’s prospects for the match, but the feel of the woman’s thighs around her torso and how her touch was both firm and delicate made it too hard for Ema to resist that woman’s charms and it became so evident when her she started panting lowly but with heavy breaths.

When Aiko decided to shift her attention towards Ema’s breasts by squeezing them multiple times Ema let out a soft moan in surprise and excitement. “N-not at all...” she said in between pants allowing her rival to do as she pleased. It wasn’t as if she could do anything else since after that thorough groping was a distraction to lock Ema’s arms in place and hold her in a grapevine! She protested at first, but the pain wasn’t actually that bad since it came in small doses and after such a good foreplay, so now she was more excited and aroused than in pain. Then Aiko came so close to her and issued her challenge, something that stirred some fighting pride inside Astarte who was resolved to fight back no matter how unfavourable her situation was. “How about this?”, Ema said with a soft tone since her rival was so close to her and then leaned her head forwards to lock in a deep kiss. It was a fierce one, her tongue pushing to force itself inside Aiko’s mouth using the surprise to her favour. But all that kissing, no matter how Ema now wanted to have a taste of Aiko, was actually a ruse to distract the woman in a pretty pleasant way. While humming in arousal in the middle of the kiss Astarte used her legs, which had been conveniently ignored by Aiko’s grapevine, to wrap around her rival’s waist, using all her weight to push sideways in an attempt to flip the tables and switch sides with Ema being the one on top now.