Ianthe Taylor vs. Bubbles Burste - The Two Towers

[BlackAkuma]

Heh. Flying nun.

Strange as it was, that was the main thought that went through Bubbles head as she sent her opponent flying head over heels, hurling her forward with a wild snapmare. It was hardly the most impressive move in her arsenal - in fact, it was the first wrestling move she’d learned in her entire career, and it took her an embarrassingly long time to get it correct. She didn’t often have the chance to use it, either, since there were more fun ways for a woman her size to put opponents on the floor, and most of her opponents were too small for it to work well, anyway.

But Ianthe was just the right size, and the maneuver served its purpose well, sending her foe tumbling forward and dropping her flat on her bottom. It was a glorious sight, seeing that magnificent form laid out before her - all those muscles, all that power, all hers. And she did have some wonderful ideas on what to do with it, too.

The first step was making sure she stayed under control, however. She scrambled forward, crawling over Ianthe’s prone body, letting her breasts slide along the slick skin as she made her way towards the legs, muscles pressing against muscle, ridges and bumps grinding against each other.

She came to a rest with Ianthe’s head between her legs, then reached back, trying to grab her head and pull it between her thighs - up, up, up, just high enough for her to clamp her thighs around that pretty little skull and capture her with a reverse headscissors, applying some heavy force to her withering opponent.

[SeptaX1]

Ianthe was laid out flat on the canvas in this glass cage of degenerative sex, freely open to whatever ravishing Bubbles Burste had in mind. Naturally, the other big girl was quick to get her hands all over the perfect bikini-clad body the imperatrix possessed. A large form covered by a sweated swimsuit towered over the fallen goddess. Large perky mounds dangled as the fellow muscled woman asserted her dominance and slid onto Ianthe. The lewd nun tingled at the tangible sensation of Bubbles's sweat-layered abs taking the fight to her own set that had largely controlled the fight to this point. Impenetrable walls of steel begun to take on heat and sensual rubbing. The lurking prospect of a chiseled and defined belly cooked to melt was bubbling to the surface.

She could feel Bubbles breath as it caressed around her slowly wettening crotch. Similarly, Ianthe found herself to be breathing down the fellow heavyweight's clothed lower lips, albeit, while being stuck between a pair of lovely thick thighs. Said meaty limbs quickly clamped in on her skull, now a taste of hot adversity facing the otherwise unopposed goddess. Ianthe had an intimate view of Bubbles's shapely firm rear paired with the peculiar feeling of eardrums pressed in on its head by thighs containing a mix of soft plump and raw power. Much as the view was delectable to the imperatrix, the reverse headscissor was bound to give a unavoidable compression.

Such forced her hot breath to grow deeper, more labored, and controlled. The woman dared to lightly crack a toothy grin as she gazed into the view of Bubbles's wonderful back. Despite the difficulty, the lust in the squished blonde's heart-shaped eyes was hard to escape much like the crunch she was put into. Drops of perspiration continued to fall down her face as arms helplessly fondled the sensational rear of her foe. All Ianthe could do was allow Bubbles free reign while hoping her endurance and bone structure could stand long enough. Such free reign must have had some interesting entailings atleast, the nun pondered even as her skull was being squeezed.

[BlackAkuma]

Now, this was interesting.

Bubbles didn't often do the headscissor thing. When it came intimate grappling, she was much more of a fan of smothers - facesitting, breast smothers, maybe a little armpit smothering if her opponent was into that kind of stuff. She liked using her flesh to steal a woman’s breast away, but while she had the power in her thighs to crush throats, it veered a little too close to choking territory for her comfort.

But there were exceptions to everything, and this was one of them. Having a woman like Ianthe to deal with meant that she had to pull out all the stops and take a little step out of her comfort area, and it paid off. She had her down, controlled, and was applying some real pressure to her head, in a position of domination.

A position that had her on top.

With their abs touching.

And Ianthe’s crotch tantalizing close and within reach.

It was the perfect setup, and she would’ve been a fool not to go for it. While she could be a fool about a lot of things, sex was never one of them. ”Well, well, look what we have, here.” She looked over her shoulder with a devilish wink, before she turned back to her target. Eager and hungry, she reached down and pulled the fabric away, exposing her opponent’s pussy to the warm air. The first step, but an important one.

[SeptaX1]

The true power behind the reverse headscissor was beginning to unfold as Ianthe idled longer in the hold. So quickly was the pain increasing and so steadfast was the route to getting her head busted. Breathing was labored and a vice for the fact that the air supply was thinning out. The imperatrix's authority was cupped by the throat and she was bound to be light-headed soon enough. The once big immobilized plushie plaything was now the one turning the fight on its head, attempting to neutralize the bigger woman. Ianthe, seemingly dominant and impenetrable, was guided by ferality which ultimately led to this crunching predicament. It was painful, breathaking, and also incredibly pleasure-inducing.

The disposition was subsequently bound to get spicier and therefore the possibility of enhancing or worsening the nun's fate. The imperatrix's swimsuit bottom contained a visibly dark wet spot and subsequently, she felt it being tenderly pulled off to reveal a freshly moistened crotch. Lower lips laid completely bare to the lustful opponent who certainly planned to give into indulgences given the rhetorical tease. A vulnerable and exposed cunt was ripe for the fapping.

Simultaneously, whilst there was the widening prospects of sloppy carnal sex, the development also gave Ianthe an opportunity. Bubbles's hands were momentarily preoccupied with unveiling her pussy, therefore allowing the lower limbs the time window to move freely. Despite the inherent difficulty of thinking on an empty brain, the crafty lewd nun figured there was a chance to escape the scissor hold. If she managed to escape, there were many plans to punish the sinful little thing.

If Bubbles was hungry enough for her, she was happy to oblige. Once the back of the short-blonde's head dissapeared from her view and was beginning to orally pleasure her, that was Ianthe's cue. Quickly, the goddess's glutes would shoot up and around Bubbles's head, consequently stuffing her crotch into the woman's likely surprised face. Much like the Englishwoman's own situation, the American would be forced into a headscissor that would hopefully be able to sway her to start letting go.

[BlackAkuma]

Bubbles let out a long whistle as Ianthe’s most private of parts was exposed to the fresh air, bright and glistening for the whole world to see. Playful, she looked up at the camera she figured had the best view and gave it a wicked wink. She hoped the people at home were taking notes because she was about to put on a clinic.

She tensed her thighs, keeping Ianthe under control as she brought the focus back where it belonged, lowering her head, just enough to let her hot flow over the woman’s folds, send some chills up and down her body. She built up some anticipation, waited for the right moment, and then dove in full throttle, letting all of her lust go at once as she delved into her opponents sweetest spot.

It was a happy place to be, for all of two seconds. In her haste to feast, she’d forgotten an important detail: Her opponent had legs, too. Strong legs. Legs that were currently clamping down around her skull, trapping her, pulling her forward and crushing her with relentless pressure.

Bubbles squawked and reached up for the legs on reflex, but her pawing palms only found hardened thighs to grab onto, implacable steel that she couldn't budge. The sudden pain was enough to make her own hold weaken, as she was too busy trying to deal with the pressure, taking away the advantage she’d enjoyed and giving it to her opponent.

That didn't she was about to lose, though - quite the opposite. As much as this hurt, as distressing as it was, there was still a perfectly good pussy in tongue’s reach, and she went for it with even greater energy now, wildly lapping away as she smacked their abs together, struggling to at least maintain contact.

[SeptaX1]

The strong meat-grinding machine of Bubbles's magnificent thighs had done its damage for its duration. Whilst a relatively short stint, the sheer confinement and pressure made Ianthe feel as though passing time took an eternity. Thankfully for her, the tide of the warfare thrillingly took another turn. She quickly used her arms to pry against the legs whilst her foe was focused on a coordinated predicament. Ianthe was the one clamping down on Bubbles's head and using those glutes to quell her plaything's rebellion. The Englishwoman's breath slowly stabilizing as she pulled on the opponent's ankles and gladly welcomed the pressure around her skull loosening.

Despite the counter going successfully, she still would maintain an interest in finding time to recover. The blonde's lack of air supply had its after effects of general fatigue and light-headed state. Furthermore, such a fight certainly put a strain on libido. The natural arousal gained from the encounter was building up, evidenced by the stiff nipples poking her bikini. Such pleasure was leaving the implacable imperatrix incredulously wet, something which Bubbles's was taking advantage of. Despite the opponent being held in a strong headscissor, she wound up having much more accessiblity to the goddess's snatch. Now taking on an outright tongue-fucking, Ianthe could not help but let out a primordial mewl of enjoyment. This was not a softcore brush of crotches like earlier, but a full on feral woman eagerly eating out her pussy, threatening to consume the imperatrix through pleasure.

She was not keen on taking the fall, yet still wanted to keep scissoring the opponent's head. With her upper body freed she started nudging away from Bubbles's torso and enacted the departure of the English from American soil. A thick layer of sweat was left on one another's aroused abs as a sign of the battle that once took place. She would try to put enough distance for a fall to not be counted, but close enough to make another move.

Ianthe would lift her upper body and rest on her shoulder. There were heavy breaths followed by a reeling clenched fist that begun firing a series of sizable punches right into the gut of the former bodybuilder.

[BlackAkuma]

Bubbles’ tongue vs. Ianthe’s thighs. Mariah knew which side she would bet on. As big and powerful as her wife was, she’d mastered that little muscle with years of extensive practice, showcasing her ability to drive another woman wild with a deft touch. You would expert her to be sloppy and rough, to be the same kind of lover as she was a wrestler, but no - she had control, she had patience. She knew where to touch and how to get the best effect. If Ianthe let her, Bubbles would take her to heaven.

That being said, she didn’t typically do this kind of thing when a pair of iron thighs were crushing her skull. That complicated things. Even though she had options, she knew her wife well enough to say with confidence that she wouldn’t be satisfied winning this match with anything other than an orgasm, but getting it off a sexual wall like Ianthe was going to be no small, even for the legendary Virgin Killer.

The noise that Ianthe made - an almost inhuman growl - told Bubbles that she was on the right track but couldn't rest on her laurels. The hold grew tighter, she tried to ramp up her efforts, working hard with steady strokes, even as her world threatened to start fading. It seemed like she was on the right path, too, but she should’ve known better than to underestimate her opponent, who was every bit as veracious and tenacious as she was.

Bubbles wasn’t surprised when Ianthe lifted up and separated their stomachs, parting their abs to save herself. That was the smart move. What she didn’t expect, though, was for the woman to start throwing haymakers into her stomach. While she wasn’t a stranger to that sort of punishment, she hadn't expected to take it in a matchup like this, and the end result left her gasping and wheezing, the powershots taking the life clean out of her. With her head still trapped, all she could do was slump in Ianthe’s grasp, as helpless body for the moment.

[SeptaX1]

Much as the long-hair blonde preferred the style of the slow-cooked body-to-body grind, she did hold a certain fondness for more "uncouth" tactics. There was something special in delivering a punch that held the prospect of demolishing a solid layer of brick-wall abs in an instantaneous and grand fantastical fashion. It was the guttural sound of the smack and resulting screams uttered as a result of such a blow that also illustrated its intricate beauty. Not only arousing for the imperatrix, it was an incredibly effective maneuvre for the situation.

Ianthe was ruthless in the driven strikes that pummeled the gut of the opponent. Delicious body blows dug in as chiseled abs deformed around her sunken fist and forced Bubbles's body to involuntarily convulse in pain. Her head was still jammed right in between the imperatrix's glutes meaning she was merely a passenger to her fate. The nun looked on to the opponent's dazed state as she begun making her next move. Already she had plenty of ideas in mind on just how to put Bubbles in her place.

The blonde pulled her own swimsuit bottom that was completely drenched in sweat and pre-cum. A hand forcibly snapped the strained piece in half. Another hand wrapped around the back, loosening the suffocating matte black top that had surprisingly managed to keep her massive bosom squished up. The resulting fall of the top completely the entire undressing of the imperatrix and now bare tits bounced in all their nude glory. Coincidentally, her black bikini was thrown right into the direction of where Mariah spectated.

Thereafter, much to the American's relief, the gripping hold of the headscissor would loosen and Ianthe's malevolent thighs departed from the head. Yet, the Englishwoman was just getting started. She moved to undress the cumbersome attire of the downed opponent. The white-starred bikini top had done its time and hands quickly undid the snatch that enclosed Bubbles's bountiful chest. Immediately, the she would push her down again onto her back, and taking a mounted position on top. Knees pressed down on forearms with a tight leash, as the imperatrix leered down at the downed foe. Sweat fell down her brow. For a moment there were no words, except the sound of Ianthe's deep aroused breath, her voluptous body moving with every one. Then another hand leaned back to pull on the string that held Bubbles's bottom to let it loose.

She chuckled. "I must admit. You have quite the skilled tongue~"

[BlackAkuma]

Bubbles could hit hard when she wanted to, but she rarely wanted to. She had a good punch, but strikes were pretty the polar opposite of what she was about - she never got much out of punching women on a sexual level, didn’t do much for her. She did, on rare occasions, get a little taste for belly-punching, but she was a suplex sort of girl for the most part, content to just throw her opponents around and smash them into submission before she got down and steamrolled them.

But there was a big difference between not wanting to do something and being unable to. Growing up, she’d spent more than a little time roughhousing with her cousins, smacking the boys around when they got a little frisky, stuff like that. She wasn’t a boxer, but if the situation required it…

She would happily show Ianthe what she could do when she got the chance. If she got the chance, rather - the way things were looking, that might be a little while in coming.

Bubbles was aware of Ianthe doing things, moving around nearby, but she was too busy dealing with battered innards to care all that much - that was, until she saw the top go flying off to the side, landing near a clearly delighted Mariah. That was a good omen. Whatever Ianthe was cooking up next, it would involve those beautiful breasts of hers in all their glory, and that promise alone was enough to stir up some feelings.

Relief came, as Ianthe eased up on her hold and let Bubbles’ skull go free, ending her time in the iron prison, at least for now. That didn't mean she was in a good position, however. She was still easy prey, as the nun flipped over and took her place on top. Her bottom came off with ease, and all she could do was lay there. Hell, as she wanted to do was lay there. The view was amazing, after all - this glistening, godly beauty taking her place above her, as the light cascaded off her heavenly body.

”Another satisfied customer.”[/colo]r Bubbles beamed at the complement with genuine pride. ”Want me to finish the job?”

[SeptaX1]

"And finishing me off hmmmm?~" Ianthe mused to Bubbles's words. The blonde's hands came to cup the undersides of her own endowed rack. Rubbing them around, smushing and kneading like dough, Ianthe casually enticed herself with the feeling of fingers massaging her erect nips. The woman on top made a hot breath of enjoyment as she sensually felt herself up in front of Bubbles's eyes. Fully muscled arms that exuded brutish rigid strength instead moved with skillful control and tactility that made Ianthe's rubbing incredibly fluid and alluring. Her head turned upwards to the ceiling with eyes closed as if never acknowledging there was someone sat right under her.

"All of this?" Ianthe cut herself short. Glistening body and shimmers of sweat spread around as she massaged her own abs. One finger streaked through the chiseled mold of her six-pack, highlighted with every bump. It was a bragadocious show of power with each and every core muscle on tangible display to a Bubbles that already got good taste. "All of this, to be yours?~"

Ianthe then moved her hands to inspect the now bare mounds of a bountiful busty foe. Much like she had done to her own tits, the blonde begun casually massaging Bubbles's rounded, spherical, bubbly shaped breasts. The same level of sensuality and intensity came as Ianthe made sure to get a good feel of her rival. Her erect nubs certainly would not be missed as they felt the nuzzle of the thumbs. Moving from the breasts, the imperatrix took to serpent her hands further upstream, appreciating the overall broadness of the shoulders, firmness of the lats, before meeting face-to-face with the rival.

"You, holding dominion over me?~" Ianthe's hand hovered over Bubbles's head. A finger flicked on the middle part of her forehead. The imperatrix's body tilted over, tits dangled near, as her stare drew right into the sinner's own gaze. "Heehee~, don't get ahead of yourself. You have still not been properly tamed~." The Englishwoman gently spoke, yet the words were meant to intimidate and arouse. Ianthe's hands wrapped around her opponent's head before breasts would begin pressing into the woman's face for a smother. The imperatrix planned to put her opponent into a dazed state of vulnerability, as she would struggle for air.