The Most Sadistic Of All Snakes - Chalia vs. ViVi S. Valentine

[Hagen-Autem]

The little queen representing the pub faction would snort with her lips closed at every complaint from her opponent. She was about to bend her body back to begin the devastating move, but Chalia began to beg loudly and that made her reconsider.

The pinkette would lean on the brunette. Crushing her modest chest on Chalia's back, and her abdomen on the curve of this young lady's back, her legs would rest bent on the sides of Chalia's waist and with her arms she would hug this adversary's neck. Her lips would whisper in her ear as she revelled in her terror.

She first muttered a suppressed moan.

"This is the part where you beg me for a break," She whispered succinctly, stretching out each word in front of Chalia's ear to caress it with her breath. "And the one where I think about it if I like your offer, of course..." Her knees settled again, this time, placed at the lower part of Chalia's spine. "So tell me, what will you give me?" There was a hint in that question, a well-veiled but very obvious idea of ​​what this queen wants from her opponent.

The Pinkette would listen to everything Chalia had to say. And as she did, she would separate her chest from the shoulder blades of this foolish adversary, spreading her arms to put her body's weight available for the void. The audience would whistle as the little succubus arched back again. Her breasts rose while her knees pressed against the lower part of Chalia's spine. ViVi looks upside down at the world, who cheers and gasps for her; her pigtails dangle free towards the ground, her skirt doing the same. Her raven was displayed like a beautiful bow about to fall prey to gravity. And the referee was only attentive to the imminent.

The British woman's fingers would remain tightly intertwined under the brunette's chin, listening impatiently to everything she said. Rattle her fingers on her throat to put pressure on Chalia's mind, and when Chalia finished, the only thing ViVi would have to answer her would be a blunt, rather simple, and clear answer:

"Hm... Nope!"

Viviane York slid her knees to Chalia's shoulder blades, concentrating all her weight on the upper back of her victim at the same time pulling her head back to tear her from that corner and force her to fall with her!

If that backstabber was another success for the third queen, the pinkette would help Chalia bounce back! Letting go of her neck so she would be free to suffer the repercussions of the fall and extending both of her legs to kick Chalia's back to return her to the corner hopefully crashing her chest against the turnbuckles. Also, this Viper would leave her legs like this, extending out as pillars pace to help Chalia stay on the ropes.

[reini]

As ViVi’s knees slid up to her shoulder blades, a sharp burst of pain shooting through Chalia’s spine. And then—the drop.

A brutal shock tore through her back as ViVi’s knees drove into her, her entire body arching in a forced whiplash. A breathless gasp escaped her lips, it felt like a steel bar had been jammed right between her shoulder blades, sending a wave of burning agony rippling down to her ribs. She couldn't do anything, as her the tiny enemy was literally ripping through her body. Her mouth parted in a high pitched, pained moan, her chest lifting as she arched against ViVi’s hold. The sharp pressure on her spine made every nerve in her back scream. She could feel her abdominal muscles twitching, spasming under the pressure, the definition of her stomach betraying her pain as it flexed helplessly.

ViVi released her neck, and for a moment, Chalia thought at least she'd get to slide down on the mat. But instead, next thing she knows her chest slammed against the top turnbuckle, the impact sending shockwaves through her ribs. A stunned gasp left her lips, her body folding slightly over the ropes. Her arms draped limply over them, holding her up, but her legs trembled beneath her.

She was stuck.

ViVi’s extended legs, planted against her back like a cruel scaffold, kept her pinned against the corner. Trapped. Vulnerable. And worse, humiliated after being toyed with so effortlessly.

Through blurry vision and ragged breath, Chalia grit her teeth. She needed to move. But first—she had to survive whatever ViVi had planned next.

"Hhhaah… ViVi—come on…" she rasped, wincing as she shifted against the ropes. "You already bent me in half, aren’t you satisfied?"

She lifted her head just a bit, tilting it toward her opponent, her red eyes pleading for mercy

"I—I get it, okay? You’re a queen, I'm sorry! This is too much for me, I think I actually slipped a disk..."

Her fingers weakly gripped the ropes, her body trembling slightly.

"Come on, you don't really wanna break me, right?"

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi would slam Chalia's body into the corner with a good double kick, and herself would remain lying on her back on the canvas, while the other woman remained on the ropes, supported in that place only by ViVi's legs pushing her there.

Chalia's every word was a delight to ViVi, the crowd murmured, shouted and uttered intense questioning of what Chalia had just accepted, and to a certain extent, the tanned woman was right with her fears about ViVi.

The pinkette murmured, thoughtfully, plotting the best answers for her opponent—the pink succubus is no longer annoyed with Chalia. So she responds to her and the crowd's pleas by hugging her own legs to bend and compact herself and be able to roll backwards. Ending up on her knees after leaving the space for Chalia to collapse on the canvas.

Her opponent really looked terrible, Chalia wasn't even trying to run away or defend herself anymore. it was perfect, this was the opportunity that ViVi needed!— She would get down on all fours on top of her opponent, catching Chalia's biceps with her claws and pinning her down with her weight. The Viper would also lower her face to almost touch the tip of the Snake's nose with her own, brushing the Tan's ears with her pigtails.

"Alright, I'm not mad at you anymore," She whispered, pleased to be called queen, though she was returning a somewhat ruthless smile of complacency at the opponent. "So, you're free to submit whenever you want," she expressed subtly. "I already have in mind what we'll do when this match is over."

Saying that punchline, ViVi blows a flying kiss and winks at her, then begins to slowly crawl over its stunned prey, groping and watching every movement of a tremulous body in need of a breather. When her hands are on either side of this tanned jobber's hips, and her own knees are on either side of Chalia's head, the queen would begin to shake her hips from left to right, stoking a howl in the stands for what she's about to do to this sceptic.

"Take this as a tea break~," The queen dropped her crotch and ass over the other woman's head! Straddling her face and hiding it inside her plaid miniskirt!

The audience would howl! ViVi just continued- started dancing her hips on top of her, sinking Chalia under her bottom as if she were her cushion! Shaking Chalia's face from side to side as her skirt hides everything.

As the world erupted in cheers and whistles for these two, ViVi followed, sliding her hands over Chalia's abs, arching forward as her hands rubbed against this woman's smooth abdomen, arousing other instincts. although it all seemed to be just work to be in a better position, more seductive, more seductive, more disturbing and more possessive, one with which to vary bounce her ass over Chalia's features for a quick, intense and teasing twerk.

Spoiler

Work: [L&C]Season2 #4
Artist: のりしろ(Norishiro) on pixiv

[reini]

Chalia lay sprawled beneath ViVi, her body battered and exhausted. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shaky breaths, her muscles burning from the relentless punishment she had endured. Every inch of her ached, from her spine—still throbbing from that brutal backbreaker—to her shoulders, which twitched uselessly under ViVi’s claws.

She should fight back. She should push her off. But her body refused to listen. The weight of the pinkette pinning her down made it impossible to move, each breath a struggle as her lungs desperately tried to catch up.

Chalia's amber eyes, hazy with pain and fatigue, fluttered half-open, barely able to focus on the smug, teasing expression looming over her. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came—just a ragged inhale as she felt ViVi’s breath ghost over her face, the pinkette’s silken pigtails brushing aggainst her heated skin like mocking whispers.

Her mind was a mess of defiance and frustration.

"Damn it… I can't let her play with me like this..."[/b] she thought, but the weight pressing down on her made it feel impossible to resist.

Then ViVi moved—slowly, deliberately, crawling over her like a predator savoring its prey. Chalia’s exhausted body shuddered involuntarily at the sensation of her opponent’s fingers tracing over her trembling frame, the intensity of the moment sinking deep into her gut.

The way ViVi shifted made Chalia’s stomach tighten, her exposed abs flexing instinctively as she felt the warmth of her opponent hovering over her. Her mind screamed at her to move, to fight back, but her limbs were lead, her body betraying her just as much as her breathless gasps did.

And when ViVi playfully swayed her hips above her, basking in the reaction of the crowd, Chalia's fingers curled weakly against the mat.

The assassin felt embarassed with the pinkette touching her belly and smearing her butt all over her face, but wasn't in a position to do anything

"C-come on! What are you gonna do to me?"

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi's fingers would be considerate of her opponent's poor body. Her ass and intentions, not so much.

Chalia lay on the canvas like a rug for her opponent, as the pinkette delighted the spectators with an interlude of the irresistible swagger her hips were giving over the poor brunette's face, flapping and fluttering Chalia's features inside that mini-skirt barely covering ViVi's hips. Wave after wave, the Assasin looked anything but a great opponent.

ViVi's pelvis swayed exquisitely from one end to the other, drawing great curves and circles with which she pounded the Snake's dignity in front of so many witnesses who only begged for various acts, none a request for Chalia's release.

ViVi traced this woman's paper body with her fingers, sliding her fingers across her abs and waist, gingerly kneading up and down to enjoy that smooth exotic skin. ViVi loving the flexing of those nervous muscles. It was a fun thing to provoke with just a touch from her. She wanted to know more of this side of Chalia, just for that, she wasn't rushing to take her as her own now that she has her down at the same level as her own boot.

The queen was having fun here, she had achieved two of the three dominations she set out to achieve in her encounters. The first was physical domination, which she achieved the moment Chalia became her plaything. The second was mental domination, which was sedimented when Chalia recognized her as a queen—just for that, ViVi urged her by lifting her ass a little from her face to shake her hips from left to right energetically, like a happy bunny, before detonating her ass again on Chalia's features for more fanservice.

The last domination was her favourite, the instinctive one— ViVi was just groping the more subtle and interesting side that a woman like Chalia has, that aspect of herself that apparently doesn't cross her mind to manifest in matches. That side that ViVi loves to show in its matches is more intimate...

Now came the third act of her show.

Feeling an opponent's breath brushing beneath her skin is always a delight. Especially in such a sensitive zone of her body as is that of her best attribute. Before beginning the methodical exploration, ViVi would give a small gasp, opening her eyes wide. ViVi's hips shuddered as it felt Chalia's voice echoing between her legs in a disrespectful tickle and escaping her perfectly round booty only to demand an explanation of her upcoming exhibition with her; but ViVi just rolled her eyes for a moment and, giving a half smile at nothing, sat lower on her face with a prance, landing her buttocks on Chalia's lips to gag her unnecessary interruptions.

Spoiler

Work: [L&C]Season2 #4
Artist: のりしろ(Norishiro) on pixiv

Her skirt would fly up for a moment, drooping like a tablecloth that shelters Chalia's head from everyone's eyes.. The pinkette would reinforce her response by pulling her skirt down a little further. Then she would plant her devilish gaze back on the bare abdomen in front of her.

“No silly talk,” she declared. One of her hands rested on Chalia's upper abs as she nibbled on the nail of the other hand, thinking, selecting the best spot. “I want you to answer that yourself,” she explained, deciding to press on this brunette's navel with her fingertip. From there, ViVi would set off tracing a large spiral, undecided where to descend: whether down one of Chalia thighs, or down the middle of them.

ViVi murmured, drawing a cruel smile on her own face. ViVi opted for the middle, interested in how thin this fabric as to protect Chalia's crotch.

“Tell me, Chalia, what do you think I gonna with your body?"