Ultimate Surrender | Emi Sakura vs Vorona

[Arby]

Emi Sakura stood in the spacious room designated for her upcoming match, the scent of sweat and anticipation lingering in the air. The walls and floor were covered with thick mats, providing a soft landing for the intense grappling that was about to take place. A large TV screen was mounted on one side of the room, ready to display the points scored by the fighters as the match progressed.

Before stepping into the arena, Emi slipped into a black bikini, the fabric hugging her curves snugly and adding a hint of eroticism to her appearance. She adjusted the straps and checked her reflection in a nearby mirror, satisfied with the way the vibrant colors complemented her complexion.

The arena...

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With her attire in place, Emi made her way to the center of the room and began to stretch, her movements fluid and deliberate as she limbered up for the match ahead. Each stretch brought her closer to the peak of her physical readiness, her muscles warming up and her body primed for action.

As she stretched, Emi mentally reviewed the rules of the match. In this style of competition, the objective was simple yet challenging: to gain control and dominance over her opponent through a series of grappling maneuvers. Points would be awarded based on the effectiveness of her holds and submissions, with the ultimate goal being to immobilize her opponent and emerge victorious. However, there were additional elements that made this match all the more special. Emi will be able to utilize some Hentai maneuvers. In truth, this was a first for her but she was ready for the challenge. Especially if her opponent is someone who is an expert in that field.

With the rules fresh in her mind, Emi focused her energy and concentration, channeling her excitement and anticipation into each stretch. She was confident in her abilities and is determined to emerge triumphant in the match that lay ahead.

THE WHITE DRAGON

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[Monsy]

New opportunities are the seed for new artforms. And oftentimes, they come with different sacrifices, sometimes unseen. Sometimes avoidable. But a risk, is a constant. That’s how Vorona reasoned this in her journal. She had donned something minimal and pure black for the occasion, allowing her body to speak poems about her form. Lithe, a compact waist, tight tummy and legs that shined without lubricant.

Then add the black cloth bands around her ankles and wrists. And her hair was fixed, as it always was, with a side of natural black highlights down one side of her face and a ponytail that reached her buttocks, flickers of red on its tail-end.

Vorona stepped into the matted arena and breathed in, deeply. The humidity difference was striking. Different from the hallways or the locker-room that chilled. Her first observation was the colours. Green and white stripes. And the canvas comforted her bare feet.

“I take it this is my opponent?” Vorona lashed out her hand towards Emi while looking at the female referee present, standing underneath the scoreboard. Another new element. Her face, stone and hard to impress, didn’t look Emi’s way until Vorona had nothing left to address.

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She walked up to her, chin always slightly tilted up. They were the same height, and looked to be a very similar figure. An “even” match, you might say. Vorona scoffed, “You look a little lost in this…” Her eyes drifted down to the ruffles on their bikini. She pinched it and gave it small tugs.

“... Overly adorable outfit. Could this be your idea of a fantasy, perhaps?…”

[Arby]

Emi stood at the edge of the matted arena, her eyes fixed on the entrance as Vorona made her entry. As the woman stepped onto the mat, Emi couldn't help but be impressed by her appearance. Very, very eye-catching. Hard to ignore. There was a palpable air of confidence and strength about Vorona too, her every movement calculated and deliberate. Emi admired the way she carried herself, her demeanor exuding a quiet intensity that demanded respect.

As Vorona approached her, Emi remained composed, meeting her gaze with a steady stare. She watched as Vorona addressed the female referee, her words sharp and to the point. Despite the cool exterior, Emi could sense the underlying tension between them, a silent challenge waiting to be unleashed.

When Vorona's gaze finally turned to her, Emi felt a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. She listened intently as Vorona commented on her outfit, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Maybe," Emi replied, her tone light and playful. "But what is a fantasy of mine is winning against someone like you. And that fantasy might just become a reality."

Emi extended her hand in greeting, a respectful gesture to acknowledge her opponent despite the rather cold speech from her opponent. "I'm Emi Sakura, the White Dragon," she introduced herself with a polite nod. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Emi's tone was cordial, yet there was a hint of excitement in her voice, eager to test her abilities against someone of Vorona's caliber.

[Monsy]

Vorona took notes of personality, posture and demeanour of every opponent to prod for weakness. From her reading of Emi, standing eye-to-eye with her, she could detect a sense of precious earnesty. She wanted to win and said so plainly. And by looking at Emi’s face, by studying the eyes, scanning for blushes or listening for stammers, she can sense that Emi was more eager than shaken.

Vorona kept her opinion on the inside. A calm stone expression, then flickered up into a faint smile at the end with Emi offering her fantasy, then herself; a name and title. Pleasantries.

“Emi Sakura.” Vorona reached to pick up Emi’s hand delicately if she allowed. She bowed her shoulders, then kissed the top, between Emi’s index and middle knuckle. Her gaze fluttered to Emi’s eyes and her smile grew. “Call me Vorona.”

She said with almost a gentleman's touch, despite the cravings to ravish this girl’s earnesty into a puddle of clear-coated shame. It made her want the match’s start, so she can grab their hair and pull it, stretch out their legs and see their tummy sink and rise from a rising heartbeat closing in on climax.

Vorona calmly walked back, hand still holding theirs, hoping to guide them towards the mat’s centre… “You must have worked hard to get to this league. I understand your confidence.” Then she let go and retreated to her portion of the mat, and got on her knees.

“Which is why I think I’ll enjoy eating you up. Little one.”

And thus, the start was nigh…
Just one thing left.
SIGH.
Arm wrestling.

[Arby]

As Emi listened to Vorona's words and observed her actions, she couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue and curiosity towards her opponent. Vorona's gaze gave Emi the sense that there was a calculated character behind Vorona's calm exterior, a quality that Emi found both intimidating and alluring.

When Vorona reached out to delicately pick up Emi's hand, she allowed the gesture, feeling a tingle of excitement at the touch. As Vorona bowed her shoulders and kissed the top of Emi's hand, a faint blush rose to her cheeks, though she maintained her composure. The exchange felt oddly intimate, despite the competitive atmosphere surrounding them.

"Vorona," Emi echoed the name with a nod of acknowledgment, her gaze meeting Vorona's with a mixture of respect and determination. "I'm looking forward to sharing that mat with you."

As Vorona released her hand, guided Emi to the mat, and retreated to her portion of the mat, Emi couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her excitement grows as they get close to the start of the match, driving her to push herself to new limits. After all, she is engaging in a "new" way of competing. With a deep breath, Emi prepared herself for the challenge ahead, knowing that she would need to improvise and rely on her skill to emerge victorious.

With a nod, Emi stepped forward to join Vorona in the center of the mat, her eyes locked on her opponent's with unwavering focus. "Let's give ourselves a match we won't forget," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "May the best woman win."

But before the match could get started, they had to enter an arm wrestling contest. And so, she lies down, resting on her belly. Her arm up and ready to start. Emi can see that they're both around the same size but the question is who is the stronger one amongst the both of them.

[Monsy]

Arm wrestling was a banal form of competing. She addressed it with apathy in her head as was her face. At least her opponent, long-haired, green-eyed and full of formality, was a treat. She was compact with a good hip to waist ratio. The right amount of muscle. Eyes and hair style that worked just for herself. Indeed, a stellar opponent.

One that deserved to be looking at the rights, teary, shaking and muttering their own shame after being squeezed for every droplet of skill through their sweat and saliva. Then after rubbing their face across the mess they made, they’d whimper obscenities in a tone more meek, grateful and ashamed while taking her fake dick, with two wet fingers hooked, pulling their mouth open on one side between gum and teeth.

She visualized all of this while looking them in the eye. “That’s already decided.”

Vorona replied to their last comment. She slid her knees back, one at a time, laid on her belly and offered her arm. Her bicep was tight, but not very big. Her fingernails filed and polished smooth, painted back, and soft as cotton when the palms met. Their fingers locked into one linked limb. The official for tonight blew a whistle.

She chose her strategy: An upfront burst! Her arm flexed and strained. She attempted to twist their hand coupling inward to disadvantage Emi as much as she could. Her grip covered the thumb-knuckle from both sides, squeezed it, then tried to wedge it away from the rest of Emi's hand, hoping this earns a swift victory for herself.

[Arby]

As the arm wrestling began, Emi's hand met her Vorona's in a firm grip. Her opponent attempted an aggressive strategy, trying to twist Emi's hand inward to gain the upper hand. It surprised the wrestler at first but Emi, with her wealth of experience and strength, countered the maneuver.

"Heh... Don't think it would be that easy."

She adjusted her grip, making sure not to give her opponent the advantage she sought. Emi's calm demeanor remained unchanged as she met the challenge head-on. Her opponent's strategy of trying to wedge her thumb away proved to be ineffective against Emi.

Emi's confidence and control in the match were undeniable, and she proceeds to assert her dominance. The outcome of the arm wrestling sequence seemed to have already been decided in Emi's mind from the start, as she was ready to anticipate any move her crafty opponent could do.

Emi began to turn the tide. She applied steady, relentless pressure, inch by inch forcing her opponent's arm toward the mat. Her strength and technique became more apparent, making her opponent struggle to keep up.

Emi's grip tightened, her bicep flexing with power as she pushed her opponent closer to defeat.

With a final surge of power, Emi forced her opponent's arm down onto the mat, securing her victory. As well as her advantage later on when the match really starts.

"Nice try." She smirks.

After the introduction, Emi knew that Vorona was going to do everything necessary to secure the win. Moves like this is just more proof that she needs to be careful. While she might be stronger, perhaps even more experienced in terms of fighting, a match setup like this one can be very unpredictable. One wrong move and it's all over for Emi.

With the winner decided, Emi proceeds to get on her knees. She tilts her head to the side, observing Vorona's expression as she says, "Ready for the next battle? We've only just started."

[Monsy]

Vorona’s strategy to establish that she could outmaneuver her dearest little one in every competing style was… Not so successful. After the initial attempt. The burst. Vorona was stuck and her remaining moves were nothing but an empty box. Pure strength and stamina existed: which, there wasn’t much.

“I have no idea… Wh-h… What you’re referring to.”

But she held on. And on. Emi pushed her back. Their arms shook. Her palms sweat. It neared the other side in no time where Vorona was beginning to tilt with her arm and biting her lip-sticked lips. She grit her teeth, hissed, and wanted to smear their confident look right into the canvas.

Soon. She told herself.
And eventually, with the assurance that this won’t matter, she let her arm go limp and it was pinned flat to the canvas. God she couldn’t wait to pull it back and wipe the slate clean. She sneered at them.

“Enjoy your five points.” She said, dipped in stoic passive aggression.

After Emi got on her knees, Vorona did as well. She sat on her calves, adjusted her bra to sit comfortably and then checked the knots to make sure they would be infuriating to undo. As was intended. She couldn’t let herself lack any edge against her dearest. They’d look so incompetent just by attempting to strip her. So if she was ever on the back foot, for some reason, or underneath them: then the opening was hers and their points would be sorely siphoned.

And that’s why she would feel confident again. A calm smile as she nodded.

“Yes, of course. Now, it's my turn to dominate.”

The referee, standing a few feet back from between them, blew the whistle.

Vorona came forward on her knees. Hands up. Her posture leaned in. Together, they’d begin the opening jockey. A search for control and weight placement. Unbalancing. Vorona knew the game well enough. So she tried to use a strategy of betting against their inexperience. She tried to come forward quickly, swat a hand aside, underhook their arm and reach to get the shoulder. Then she smeared Emi’s face with her hand to push it away, attempting to stir confusion as Vorona came in closer, putting her chest against theirs, then applying her weight—beginning a struggle to tip them over onto the mat, flat back.

[Arby]

"Oh, absolutely. But don't think I'll stop there." She winks at Vorona. "I'm coming for you, Vorona."

Emi is determined to execute every move that can earn her points on the screen, from classic grapples and holds to more intimate techniques like breast smothering and pussy licking.

"I'd like to see you try," Emi responds to Vorona's assertion of dominance.

As the match nears its start, Emi notices her opponent securing her bikini tightly to prevent any wardrobe malfunctions. Though Emi considers doing the same, she opts not to. Why?

Because she's brimming with confidence and embraces the thrill of taking risks. This match is unique, and it’s only a matter of time before both competitors end up naked. The real question is who will end up on all fours, taking the brunt of the strap-on and leaving the mat covered in their juices.

As the referee's whistle signals the start, Emi advances. Instead of running, she scoots forward on her knees, revealing her lack of experience in this setup and giving Vorona an edge. As Emi goes for a test of strength, Vorona quickly brings her down, leaving her flat on her back. A blend of confusion and technical prowess places Emi in a vulnerable position.

"Gh-!" Emi grunts.

In an attempt to recover, Emi tries to push Vorona off to the side, aiming to roll over and take control. However, the challenge proves more difficult than she anticipated.

[Monsy]

Confident opponents made a fun meal. Because once the whistle, it’s she who gets control.

And what do you know.

On top. Vorona smothered Emi with her meagre weight. Her smooth tattooed stomach brushed on Emi’s own. Tits over tits, shuffling up to Emi’s collar and chin as Vorona slid up their Lightweight, feeble and talentless body. She smirked. She tried for their wrist and attempted to fold it behind Emi’s own back. Then. Roll!

Vorona landed on her back. Flat. Pinned down by their size.

“Tsk.” But then she smirked. Her legs spread and attempted to apply bodyscissors on their waist. Then the arm that attempted to fold one of Emi's wrists now attacked her head. More-so, their neck. She attempted to wrap it around Emi's head from above, over the nape and across the throat. A beautiful guillotine choke if successful.

She wanted a good healthy lead from a few lovely tap-outs and controlling holds. And to make her throat go red and sensitive from squeezes... As... That will just make kissing it all that much better.