Gabriel Vinlee vs. Desdemona 'Dizzy' Belti - Just A Touch

[BlackAkuma]

No, Dizzy wasn’t a hypocrite - not about this, anyway. Despite appearances, she hadn't forgotten about the stipulations of this match being an I Quit. The thing was, though, that she was quite limited with her moveset. While her mother had been grounding her in the basics, she was still heavily lacking in variety, which gave her few options in a match like this. The schoolgirl pin was just about the only reliable thing she could execute from this position.

And it worked. Sort of.

She was able to bring Gabriel up and over, getting on top of her, which was a damn miracle given the size difference. The only problem - and it was a big one - was that she didn’t know what to go for from there. She didn’t have any moves that would really work from there. It didn’t help that the referee was acting weird, either, as she slid in and started up a pinfall. ”Hey, are you seriously-”

Dizzy’s questions were brought to an end when a pair of powerful thighs wrapped around her head and brought her to the floor, trapping her head in pleasing muscles. She let out a shriek that melted into a moan as she found herself in one of her all-time favorite positions and sought to make the best of it. Her tongue came out on reflexes, rubbing against the legs and savoring the taste.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel had managed to get rid of Dizzy's pin/hold as soon as this little girl managed to put her down, squeezing this opponent's head between her thighs in a session of headscissors. However, as soon as caught her, a moan reverberated from Dizzy, arching one eyebrow of Gabriel. And then came the worst - Gabriel distinguished the unmistakable brush of a tongue wandering over the area near the tendon of her thigh, bristling and causing her to shiver and almost groan.

"D-dyugh...D'ygh-hah~...?!...Nope! Stop it! W-what do you think you're doing?" That last sentence she grumbled through her teeth. Rubbing her thighs together as if to make friction against the hooded head; then she would open her legs and close them again repeatedly to stun Dizzy. Punching her as if she were a watermelon she wanted to burst.

The queen would even cross her ankles afterwards and bend her knees to close Dizzy's head space even further. Performing that exercise over and over again.

"It's okay that everyone likes my legs, but don't abuse them." She reneged flushed with embarrassment, though flattered by Dizzy's chutzpah.

[BlackAkuma]

Aha! Gabriel had fallen into Dizzy’s trap. It was all part of her master plan to lull the woman into a false sense of security. Let herself get beat up and thrown around, knowing the moment would come where she would be caught in the woman’s thighs, and she could strike at her weakpoint. Perfect predicting power, Nostradamus would be proud.

At least, if anyone asked her about this in the future, that was the excuse she was going to use.

In the end, it didn’t much matter how she got there, just that she got there, because this was where she wanted to be. Judging by the response she got, Gabriel liked it, too - though her reaction wasn’t quite the one she was going for.

Dizzy cried out as the woman proceeded to pound her skull in with those quivering thighs, hammering her temples, ramping up the pressure in brutal fashion. It was a display of dominance, taking control of the situation, asserting her place between them.

In other words: Hot.

It left Dizzy seeing stars, but it didn't her less horny. Quite the opposite. More excited than ever, she breathlessly let her tongue come out and slid it along Gabriel’s lap, as if trying to work her way to the woman’s most intimate spot. Her hands came up to rub her thighs, caressing the bars to her prison, wordlessly begging the torture to continue.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel was doing her best to grind Desdemona's head and crush her fantasies. She was even willing to squeeze her into unconsciousness and work from there. But of all the possibilities, the Belti girl's tongue managed to wander over that soft, white, shiny skin as she was punished for being so trusting. Trembling as her hands rested pleadingly on the wide bars —Gabriel knew she wanted more, and she could keep having fun giving it to her if Dizzy earned it— and soon that lovelorn muscle tried to slide, approaching, crawling towards what lay beneath that pleated miniskirt —but it may not be her best idea to have indulged her.—.

Gabriel would have to cover her mouth to keep from moaning when this girl got too close. But no, Gabriel's thighs cinched together to impede her advance. Dizzy was close to achieving what many would like to do in public with Gabriel, though. And the audience was clamouring for more of Dizzy's daring!

"No. I-I'm definitely gouuing to ge-g-get rid of *hah~* thouuse intentions the hard way." She gasped in a tremulous voice devoid of her regal cut.

The Royal Viper would try to cross her ankles even more, even curling her knees to keep Dizzy's advance blocked in an unassailable way. Squeezing so tightly that Dizzy would actually have a reason to stick out her tongue while was being deliciously crushed.

The best way to get rid of this would be to spread the legs and kick her away, but Gabriel didn't feel threatened enough to do something so logical. Besides - the sense of danger that this daring paper girl was generating was making her condescending. Why cut the fun short when she could make her opponent go the path the Royal Viper wants?

The queen would rotate her whole body in Desdemony's direction without opening her hold. Forcing her up on her knees as Gabriel hovers over one of her hands. Then the First Queen would proceed to bend her knees again to widen the muscles of her thighs to choke her eagerly

. Subsequently, wouldn't say a word of farewell - Gabriel would roll her whole body back to the floor to smash the top of Desdemony's head into the canvas in a headscissors DDT and shatter her lewdness with unconsciousness. If Dizzy doesn't survive that or do something to stop the move from culminating, perhaps might enjoy the following that Gabriel will do to her now that the Queen knows one of her weaknesses.

Headscissors DDT

[BlackAkuma]

Yup. Dizzy was in heaven. Or hell, depending on who you asked. Matter of perspective. All she knew was that, right now, she couldn't think of too many places she’d rather be in this ring. Ever since Millicent took her vacation, she’d been jonesing to have strong legs wrapped around her head. Gabriel wasn’t as thick as the redhead, but she would be an adequate substitute.

For whatever reason, though, Gabriel didn’t seem to be digging it, even though Dizzy was doing her best to be discreet about the matter. She kept bringing up the pressure as if she was trying to dissuade her, but that just made the Hidden Hedonist more determined to hide her hedonism, diving in with reckless fury. If she wanted her to stop, there was a simple way to get that done - just let go.

Gabriel didn’t seem content to do something simple, however, as she instead moved about and lifted her up, keeping her suspended with legs, forcing her into an awkward position. This was far less pleasurable than before, taking away her lovely view and making it impossible for her to breathe. At this point, she couldn't have said ‘I Quit’ if she’d wanted to, and she was seriously considering it.

It all came to an abrupt end when Gabriel jerked around and sent her skull crashing into the floor, hammering her with the canvas with extreme force. Dizzy’s body stood upright, completely upside down on her head, before she flopped over and came down on her back, gripping her head as she writhed with pain.

[Hagen-Autem]

The entire crowd hissed in pain as Dizzy's head slammed into the canvas, suspending the little wrestler's entire body stood upright on the top of her skull to then collapsing backwards like a tree, clutching her head as Gabriel just stood by her side, watching her suffer.

"That wasn't bad, but don't lick me like that in front of everyone. Please." Gabriel annexed poking her cheek with her finger. "It's...embarrassing."

Then, the queen shook her beautiful golden hair behind her shoulders before standing up and leaving Dizzy sprawled on the mat.

She knew what was going to do next, but Gabriel was touched up her hair some more before restarting the round of strikes. First, she walked fanning her hair with her hands, as if she was getting ready to gracefully do what was about to perform, and suddenly ran towards the ropes and latched onto them as she turned to quickly propel themselves in the same direction she came from; jumping up when she was close enough to Dizzy to extend her legs in the air and drop down in a sitting position into the canvas, whipping one of her thighs across her opponent's chest to leaving her unable to Quit. It was a full-blown leg drop.

legdrop

[BlackAkuma]

Oof, that one sucked. That one sucked a ton.

So, it seemed like Gabriel didn’t like having her thighs licked. Something to keep in mind for the future.

Right now, though, Dizzy was having trouble keeping much at all on her mind. That was what tended to happen when you got your skull spiked into the canvas, and she was feeling the effects. Gabriel wasn’t the biggest opponent she’d ever faced by a long shot, but she was still far and away stronger than her, and she showed it when she did with her legs - Dizzy couldn't even dream of executing a move like that, but she nailed it with authority.

It was that authority that had her laying on the mat, still and vulnerable, as her opponent came over, leaped up, and came crashing down on her chest with a hellacious leg drop, crashing right on her nonexistent breasts. Dizzy cried out and flopped over, kicking her legs as the pain ran its course.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel wasn't hesitating to prove a point here, for once she shook the canvas with the dull thud of her leg landing on Dizzy's chest, the opponent seemed to have no chance of recovering - while Dizzy's body was bouncing her legs and rolling around on the canvas from the last legdrop, the next thing the Queen did was to stand up, lift one leg as if she had slipped and twist in place until her bottom was floating dangerously above Dizzy's non-existent bust. And, as if it were a comedy, she dropped into a sitting position over her opponent to shake her some more!

If Gabriel managed to get that far, she would settle better on her opponent's chest—her seat now—she would tuck her legs under herself to place each knee of hers on either side of Dedemona's head to chat.

And then, if everything continued to go the way this dangerous English blonde was orchestrating, she would slide her fingers down her opponent's face, subtly running her fingertips along her cheek until she reached her chin. Which she nudged it with her fingers to tilt the Belti girl's face and force her to look at her. Gabriel would be wearing a subtle smile and rather pacifying eyes, as if she wasn't tearing someone to shreds, besides, she was clearly enjoying herself too, but she can assume her opponent wasn't, and that's something she's willing to remedy right away if Dizzy wants to talk about it again.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn’t put up much of a struggle as Gabriel mounted her. In part, it was because she couldn’t - she was still way too wrecked from nearly getting her chest caved in to pull off much of an escape, aching and groaning as she laid on her back. Gabriel wasn’t super heavy, but a body like hers just wasn’t meant to be taking impacts like that, and it left her breathless underneath the bigger woman.

But that wasn’t exactly a bad thing. Far from it, actually.

When Gabriel brought her face around, she’d see a blissful smile on the Italian’s face. Yes, she was aching, but having a stronger woman on top of her? Oh, that was her jam. She could stay like this for hours, even with the pain. ”Oof. You got me good.” Dizzy chewed on her lip and settled in. ”What comes next? Hm?”

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel sniggered. She expected less from Dizzy, but the girl was asking for more. Perhaps the Queen shouldn't worry about breaking it.

"Very well. But I hope my point is clear." She murmured in a modest tone, twisting the hips on the chest of her crushed opponent's before leaning into her front for the purpose of whispering a very discreet secret, "No licking me in public, okay?" And this would sound more like she was begging for it.

After that, she'd go back to straighten her back, lifting herself chest while shaking her hair with her hands, raking it to prevent knots from forming at this critical moment. After that, Gabriel would again attend to the chin of this little Italian pervert, caressing it as if courting to gain the favour of a cute kitten.

"Now: I want to play a game with you, Belti. That's what's comes next." She would struggle to keep her lips stoic, but her own malice wanted to twist it into a naughty giggle. Though she was handling it better than when she was drunk with lust. "But first I want you to tell me that you agree to play it before I explain it to you."