Hentai Pop Quiz: Ms. Spencer vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Arlise would need an entire platoon of masseuses to work on her neck when this match ended.

Though no stranger to having her body tossed around, she had not taken so many impacts to her shoulders, her neck, and her upper back in... years. No one would ever mistake her for old at her ripe age of twenty-three, but she did not remember the impacts hurting so much in her teens, likely because she had never had an injury at that point that made all those nauseating stabs of pain so worrisome. Whereas Muriel's slams earlier had come so close to robbing her of consciousness that she had fortunately skipped the immediate agony, she felt everything as she slumped in the corner, and it took an effort to even unfold herself so both meaty legs slammed back down against the canvas and shook with misery.

She could hear Muriel saying something, but she didn't have it in her to so much as lift her head to hear better past the crowd. She remained there, alternatively wincing and gasping with pain, as the woman neared her. If only she could... will her neck to feel better, then she could do something to... to stop what surely came next. She had not lost enough of her senses to pain to forget that Muriel had already earned her fall and needed one more prize to win the match.

Arlise allowed herself to whine as the teacher ignored her need to recover and pulled her up, though the redhead stumbled on a typically sturdy leg. She did not fall - only because the thigh that mashed into her heated, dampened crotch, forcing her to straighten and purse her lips to endure. Once both of their warm bodies and all their healthy curves became more familiar and lips touched her neck, the feeling between her thighs threatened to course through her entire body. This was... it, wasn't it? What she always tried to avoid. What she failed to avoid.

But as she shifted her neck almost as if to offer more of it to Muriel's wandering lips, the pain in it summoned her good sense. She couldn't let this happen again.

Instinctively, she lashed out, and her arms looped beneath Muriel's and hooked them. The Belgian beauty used what strength remained in her tired, beaten figure to pull up with all her might, forcing the teacher into a standing butterfly that, by the nature of Arlise's ample chest, forced the woman's features into her cleavage.

"I want... my own... reward!", she demanded through her groaning and straining and holding on for dear life as she attempted to swing Muriel around and away from the turnbuckle.

Maybe... maybe she could lift her. She had one more in her.

[BlackAkuma]

While it was true that Muriel had never won an official hentai match before, that wasn’t to say she was unfamiliar with the concept. In its waning days, Rumble Roses had flirted with all sorts of ideas to bring back the ratings, and sexfighting had been on the table. None of those matches had ever made the air, but she had engaged in a steamy altercation with Anesthesia, one that would never see the light of day.

Since then, she had dabbled here and there as she experimented and learned more of her sexuality. Suffice to say, she was no neophyte regarding the female body, knowing how to fulfill her own needs and service others. Her skills were more than adequate.

Judging from the response Arlise gave her, she would agree. Wholeheartedly.

It was a good thing that Muriel’s legs were bare in this outfit, as it allowed her to feel the telltale dampness between Arlise’s thighs, heralding an oncoming orgasm. Victory was close at hand, and she eagerly pursued it, her mouth eagerly feasting on the Belgian’s neck. She was close, so close, to the woman’s lips, higher and higher, and she enjoyed a devilish chuckle as Arlise opened the way for her. Just a little more…

All at once, things changed. Arlise was no longer a wilting fawn but a striking cobra, lashing out and pulling Muriel into her vice. Her cries were muffled in her opponent’s chest, and while that situation was quite pleasing, she suspected what came next would be anything but.

She was correct.

In the next moment, Muriel found herself being flung through space, ass-over-teakettle, a maddening path that only ended when her upper back slammed into the canvas. She hit with a sickening impact, one that let her sprawled out on the canvas, arms akimbo, staring up at the lights and groaning.