They say victory tastes sweeter after you've savored the bitter taste of defeat. High on the lingering thrill of her triumphant debut, Elara felt uniquely positioned to dispute that claim. In fact, she felt more exhilarated than ever. Not only had she clinched her first win, but she also established herself as an emerging voice for love's ethos in a sea of otherwise desolate and disturbed sexual heathens. Her first match had been a clash with raw carnality - an adrenaline rush for sure, but one that left her feeling... tainted. Hence, Elara was even more gracious than usual in accepting a small gift from management for her outstanding debut performance: A voucher to one of Japan's most luxurious spas. Barely had the sweat from the match dried off Elara's skin before she embarked on her journey to the exclusive resort.
Nestled on the outskirts of Tokyo, far removed from the city's ceaseless commotion, the spa lay perched atop rolling hills and amid sprawling, emerald forests. It offered a panoramic vista, a tapestry of Japan's natural beauty unfurled before its guests, while tenderly catering to their every whim in opulent indulgence. An evening of meticulous facials and titillating foot massages had the usually stoic Greek girl giddy with anticipation, yet it was the forthcoming morning dip into the facility's more solitary amenity that truly kindled her delight: Japan's revered hot springs. Only within the scalding heat of the onsens could Elara emerge truly cleansed and purified of LAW's carnal sins. Onsen
Adorned in nothing more than a resplendent silk white leotard, Elara's bare feet tiptoed into the secluded enclave. An effusion of warmth enveloped her lithesome frame as steam sought solace against her flawless, sun-kissed skin. With a reverent breath, Elara dipped a toe into the crystalline waters, their temperature tuned to an exquisite balance, beckoning with promises of tranquility. With a languid sigh, she submerged herself into the pool, the supple contours of her back finding comfort against the smooth wooden border. As cerulean ripples caressed her form, she surrendered, closing her eyes to bask in the serene ambiance. Here, within this haven, she reflected on the triumph of her recent match, meditated on the untold victories awaiting, and allowed love's embrace to envelop her in warm thoughts amidst the heat of these solitary waters. Elara
Say what you will about most hentai wrestlers, and a lot has been said, but with every performance, they need to take care of their bodies in the recovery stage. Madeline herself knows this all too well, having been in sports ever since she was young. As good as it was being able to meet many more challenging foes that gave her all kinds of loving and pushing her body to limits even she thought couldn’t be surpassed, the need to destress and recuperate is still needed. As dominant as Madeline has shown to be in her past matches, she isn’t invincible. And with a few knots and sores comes the need for convalescence.
Luckily, the higher-ups that be were all too kind to invest in such time, granting her the opportunity to try out Japan’s top spas of her choice. Madeline opted for something near Tokyo this time around, yet away from the bustling cityscape. From there exists a serene oasis, a haven where tranquillity and rejuvenation intertwine seamlessly. The subtle aroma of cherry blossoms that wafts through the air immediately captivated Madeline’s senses, setting the tone for a restorative experience. The dimly lit spa exudes an ethereal ambience, with soft ambient music playing in the background, creating an atmosphere of profound relaxation. Her hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders like a waterfall of rich, chestnut hues. Draped in a plush, white robe, an emblem of indulgence and comfort, the spa’s skilled therapists had earlier embarked on a journey of rejuvenation, tending to her every need with meticulous care. The woman’s warm skin glows under the gentle touch of expert hands, soothing lotions and oils applied with precision.
Though the main thing she’s been looking forward to was the onsen. While it was not the first time Madeline would have taken part in a hot spring, she had been looking forward to seeing why Japan’s own was so revered. Although there have been cases where one can go fully nude, Madeline opted for a more “modest” approach, adopting a magenta and black two-piece that still allowed more of her body to take in the warm air. Slipping inside, the English Rose found the steam not too obscure that she could not make heads or tails where she was. Undressing her robe, her bare feet padded the cool floor before they met at the edge of the pool. Madeline’s eye caught the figure of another person in the pool. Which isn’t a massive deal breaker. It’s not as if the Brit was so entitled that she demanded the onsen for herself. And it’s not very busy either.
The brunette would wordlessly descend inside the pool, letting a dainty foot slip inside and take in its heat before the rest of the body followed suit. Letting such a warm embrace envelop her body, submerging up to her neck. The other lady seemed to be lost in thought and Madeline dared not take her away back to reality.
The famed hot springs of Japan had proven to be as every bit serene and splendid as Elara had imagined. The tranquil waters had put her in an almost otherworldly state, her body submerged in warmth, and her mind floating high above in the clouds. She was convinced she had found heaven here on earth, safe solace away from the debauchery of the League. Here in solitude, she could mediate and dream, sifting through the hazy contours of her mind, allowing the crystal-clear manifestation of Love itself to unveil its heavenly wonders.
The gentlest of ripples splashed against Elara's skin. She thought nothing of it at first, here eyes still shut tight, but a second splash caused her to twitch. The spell had been broken, her trance interrupted. The third rippling among the water finally forced Elara's eyelids to burst wide open, only the slightest hint of annoyance showing through her otherwise peaceful eyes. But as she saw the woman enter the water, her annoyance was transformed into awe.
Elara's eyes started from where the waterline met the women's chest and slowly worked their way upwards along her smooth, flawless skin. Her two piece revealed an extraordinary body, elegant and defined yet teeming with strength. There wasn't a blemish or scar to speak of, no hint of imperfection to distinguish her from mortal or the divine. Her bosom was every bit as ample and exquisite, her cleavage hinting at a prize Elara knew better than to obscenely gawk at for too long. A refined neck gave way to supple lips, the kind that looked as if their every kiss seeped with wonder. But alas it was her eyes that truly told the tale - Glimmering green beacons, both bold and inquisitive.
"Madeline Christiansen? Surely it can not be." Elara's soothing voice broke the silence of the still waters, before wafting into the ears of her counterpart. It was a name and a face Elara had had her eye on ever since she stepped foot into the world of intimate wrestling. Madeline was a rising sensual superstar, one who had proven to be every bit as capable of fighting as she was at seducing. Watching her matches as she rose through the ranks had been had played no small part in what drove Elara all this way to Japan: A yearning to share in the splendor of Love with the world's best competitors.
"What a pleasure, and an honor" The young Greek woman issued a slight curtsy bow in the water, the ensuing ripples drifting in Madeline's direction. "But of course, you don't know me. My name is Elara Theodorou. I, like yourself, am a wrestler at LAW, although my journey here has only just begun." she said with a soft giggle, her eyes slowly drifting outwards towards the mountaintops. "This truly is a beautiful spot, is it not? I was awarded a visit to this spa from management, you know, on account of winning my first match." Elara said with the slightest spark of pride in her voice.
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The Englishwoman had hoped that her movements were swift and dexterous to not cause a disturbance to the ashen-haired patron who was going at her business within these facilities. Much as she tried not to interfere, Madeline’s body still took in the warm, mineral-rich waters as it caressed her skin and loosened her muscles. As she descended, wisps of steam playfully danced around her, concealing and revealing glimpses of her form in a dance of modesty.
It was as if the waters took the burdens of her previous matches away from her, the toil and stress evaporating under the heat of the waters. It reminded Madeline of the vigours and tension hentai battles can still bring, just like in wrestling. Even as pleasure was being ripped out from you, it didn’t seem to result in fewer knots on the body. She chuckled at the thought. Amandine would have been proven wrong with the term “breaking tension”. Then again, Madeline doubted that term after she had gone through her body-to-body humping.
Madeline was prepared if she needed to apologise for disrupting the lady next to her. What the brunette wasn't prepared for was for said lady to notice somehow who she was. Not that Madeline would have been embarrassed, not in the slightest. It’s not as if she cared that her parents would flip a gasket that their daughter is now known for such pursuits. She left that life, and she’s excelling and succeeding in her endeavours.
The English Rose would blink in surprise before her un-submerged head would turn toward that voice. Though Madeline would soon relax and drop her guard once, the woman, whose essence seemed to transcend time and culture, introduced herself as Elara. The mellifluous tones of her voice revealed a resonant Greek accent, infusing each word with a melodic cadence that transports her to the sun-drenched shores of the Aegean. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that admin and the higher-ups at LAW planned this out.” The rosy, clear diction and accent of the Englishwoman carry her refined nature. “Although I don’t see any cameras. Or a referee, for that matter. Unless you know something I don’t~.” She chuckled. It’s not as if LAW isn’t known for having matches take place in areas and places that aren’t the ring with a packed-out crowd. Madeline herself knows that fact very well.
“A pleasure, indeed. Since you already know who I am, I’ll skip the introductions on my part.” Madeline raised slightly higher so that her beautiful chest was just above the waterline. She returned the curtsy before letting her back to meet the edge of the pool. “And indeed, it is a fabulous spot. I can see why they sent us out here. So, you said you won your first match? Then I offer my congratulations. I suppose since you know me and are familiar with my work, I could guess the kind of match that you had~.” She winked at Elara. Even if Madeline hadn’t seen the newcomer’s match herself, it’s pretty obvious to assume the very nature of the match the Greek had.
The woman's voice was every bit as refined and elegant as her appearance; posh without a hint of pompousness. Elara couldn't help but be drawn closer, taking a subtle step along the rim of the onsen as she properly positioned herself to converse with the illustrious Englishwoman. "Yes, quite the coincidence to be sure... but a welcome one at that" Elara said with a reassuring smile. Granted Madeline did have a point. Elara had heard strange things about the elusive inner workings of LAW's administration, about how they were always pulling strings and making arrangements to force bitter rivalries and riveting engagements. Whether this very encounter was yet another one of management's dastardly machinations, or simply one of chance was anybody's guess.
"Rest assured I came here not to quarrel - only to relax, as I'm sure you have too." She continued, pausing for a few seconds to take a deep breath as the warm waters reinvigorated her once more. "I see nothing slips by those emerald eyes of yours. My match was indeed of the more sensual variety, and for that, your congratulations brings me joy. Especially coming from one so well versed in the hentai arts such as yourself." The Greek responded with genuine praise of her own. The thought of being in the presence of a veteran of Love's battlefield made the stoic Greek giddier than usual, a fact that quickly bubbled over as she suddenly indulged Madeline with her first exploit thus far in the league.
"My foe was misguided, lost in the throes of titillation and the pitiful pits of lust. She sought to wield love as a weapon, to conquer me with with her perverted antics. I expended more effort than I care to admit submitting her, but alas I did it in the way only Love can; through Sensual Serenity. Nyarlathotep was the first of many to have her salaciousness subdued but the righteousness of Love, but she shall scarcely be the last. For one day my Love will bask over ALL of LAW, washing away this league's perversion and debauchery in a FLOOD of PASSION and -"
Elara stopped herself with a gasp, realizing her tone had taken on an uncharacteristically loud and fervent pitch as she preached her purpose with poetic prose. She collected herself, closing her eyes a few seconds longer before reopening them with glittering calm. "Ah, excuse me. As you can see my debut has taken quite a toll on me, hence the need to unwind" Elara said with a fluttering giggle. "But I shan't bore you with any more details. I'm sure you've encountered your fair share of lost souls in this league, woman in dire need of Love's revelation. It's up to woman like ourselves to show them the way you know... to show them Love's light."
“I figured that would be the case.” The inquisitive brunette quipped. Although this is the first time that she has met this particular woman, Madeline can easily put two and two together. Since Elara knows about her work, it stands to reason that she would partake in such matches as well. Like her, she also came to LAW already aware of many ladies in the hentai world. The likes of Eirina, Rosy, Rose Gold, Rei, Claudia, Sachiko…plenty of well-known stars are both established veterans and up-and-coming breakouts alike. To think Madeline herself is considered one of them, or at least to the Greek native, shows that she’s making the right moves and causing waves.
Such waves were felt as Elara came closer so that they could have a proper conversation. Elara’s eagerness was already on full display from the moment they laid eyes on each other, her warmth greater than the waters that enveloped their bodies. But as she continued, the ardour, zeal and vivacity that Elara showed contrasted with the serene air her body language gave. Madeline would sit back and listen, letting Elara recount the tales of her debut match…with an uncanny sense of ebullience, effervescence, and euphoria. She had been listening on, carefully noting down each word that left Elara’s mouth, even to the point where she had to hold back to catch herself.
Clearly, this was someone who put a lot of belief into her work. A woman with a clear goal and mission that she doesn’t shy away from. Reading between the lines, it’s more than likely that the same goal has been criticised and mocked, easily dismissed as nothing more than a gimmick. If this was indeed something of management’s machinations, then this is something more elaborate than their usual. But as the inquiring gaze of those emeralds stared into Elara’s soul, there was a sense of genuineness. That was her particular cross to bear. Already the Greek made herself stand out compared to the others that Madeline had the pleasure (sometimes displeasure) of meeting.
“You haven’t bored me at all. I will say, that it is most naïve of you to think that a debut match would be so easy. Mine own debut proved as such.” And that was against a heavyweight. “Expending more effort to win isn’t something that should be seen as a negative. Looking past an opponent is just asking for trouble. Sure, some are more…questionable in skill than others…but there is a reason they are in LAW. You do what it takes to achieve victory, and you have. Enjoy the fruits of your labour until the next battle calls.” Madeline would turn her body around, letting her chest press against the edge of the pool.
“I must say, you certainly have me beat with your zeal. Therefore, it wouldn’t be an apt description regarding my path in the league thus far.” Her head canted to the side, eyes looking across her shoulder as she leans her chin on her forearms. “The love and affection I potentially have for another, or in this case, my opponents, can easily be superseded once that competitive instinct kicks in. I simply ‘love’ the thrill of a tightly contested, sexual battle. When someone challenges me, push me to my limits. That is what I love. And something that others can agree with. While you can argue that competition is intrinsic to most relationships, as a way of developing respect and admiration for another, those kinds of feelings are constantly in flux.” A finger would tap on the point of her chin, looking lost in thought.
“Take your match with…Nyarlathotep, is it? When one person is being competitive and the other isn’t quite registering it on the same level, it leads to discourse, not harmony. I’m sure that a person like yourself knows very well about agape love. However, I argue that is something a person isn’t capable of embodying. It’s easy enough to maintain that sort of love with an honest opponent.” A hand would gesture in Elara’s direction. “But when that opponent cheats or acts disrespectfully in victory, can the average person still ‘love’ them the same way? At least, in the sense of Agape, that is.”
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