Aleah Esfandiar - The Sleeping Empress Vs Princess Nadia - Iron Woman Hentai

[LawHell]

Fighters: Princess Nadia vs, Aleah Esfandiar - The Sleeping Empress

Match Type: Iron Woman Hentai

Match Win Condition: The goal is to accumulate points by performing submission moves and knockouts before the 30-minute time limit expires. If the referee identifies any medical concerns, the match will be stopped for the safety of the participants.

Unique Match Rules:
Sleeper holds, knockouts and smother knockouts are worth 50 points each. These contribute to the score but do not count as a win condition.
1 for pinfall/tap out
2 for Knockouts, choke outs and smothers
Every achieved orgasm automatically adds 3 points to the attacker's score.

Ring Type:
The ring itself was a masterpiece of custom design, measuring one-third smaller than a standard wrestling ring to create a more intimate, high-energy battleground. Four sets of soft red ropes enclosed the space, their texture crafted for both aesthetic appeal and added flexibility. The turnbuckles, adorned in deep red and black, further enhanced the burlesque-inspired theme, blending luxury with intensity.

Beneath the ropes, the floor was made of a softer, almost organic material, offering a unique contrast to traditional rings—a surface that encouraged fluid, dynamic movement. Encasing it all was a steel cage, standing as an unyielding barrier between the competitors and the outside world. The cage door would remain securely locked for the full 30-minute duration, ensuring there would be no interruptions and no escape. At the centre of it all, the LAW logo was prominently displayed, reinforcing the undeniable authority governing the match.


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Steam curled around Aleah’s sculpted, golden-toned body as she stood beneath the cascading shower, water streaming down every defined curve. Three beautiful attendants devoted themselves to her care—one massaging fragrant oils into her long, black hair, another scrubbing her skin, and the third pressing soft, reverent kisses along her body in silent adoration. Their touch was more than mere service; it was worship.

As the final rinse of the shower signalled the end of the ritual, the three women knelt before her, heads bowed in deep reverence. Aleah’s warm, knowing smirk lingered as she gazed down at them. “You’ve pleased me, my dears,” she murmured, voice sultry yet commanding. “Your devotion will be rewarded later. For now, fetch my attire, my nail polish, and my perfume. Quickly.”

Though framed as a request, there was no mistaking it as anything but an order. She stepped out of the shower, where a fourth woman stood waiting, holding a plush towel. With practiced grace, Aleah accepted it, striding past her, her naked form a sight that left the attendant trembling. Yet, despite the temptation, she held her composure—no matter how provocative Aleah made herself, discipline remained.

Seated before a grand mirror, Aleah allowed her attendants to work their magic. They meticulously painted her nails, massaged fragrant oils into her skin, and dried and brushed her silken hair to perfection. Only when they had adorned her in her chosen attire did she rise, a picture of effortless dominance and sensual power.

Soon, she arrived at the arena, waiting in the dressing room until her moment came. The instant her theme music blared through the speakers, a confident smirk spread across her lips. She stepped out to a thunderous reaction, basking in the adoration of the crowd. Pausing along the way, she indulged eager fans, posing for selfies and revelling in their excitement before continuing her slow, deliberate saunter to the ring.

Once inside, she kicked off her heels, letting her bare soles meet the ring floor, relishing the feel beneath her feet. The anticipation in the air was thick, but Aleah remained unbothered. She strolled to the ropes, leaning against them with casual arrogance, her arms draped over the top strand, one leg crossed over the other.

Her golden eyes remained fixed on the entrance ramp, waiting for Princess Nadia to appear. A smirk played on her lips—she had all the time in the world. Let the princess take her time. Aleah would be waiting, fully prepared to claim her dominance the moment Nadia dared to step into her ring.

[Blau<3]

Nadia spent the past few minutes admiring herself in the mirror, her long flowing pink hair her outfit that was as sensual as it was royally elegant. Her toned tan skin, the sparkling jewel just above her chest on her bra that just barely covered the nipple, her flowing arm white sheer arm sleeves, her waist chain jewelry, her silk pink thong that as she twirled around was engulfed by the perfect plump peach on display in the sensual pink crotch and assless chaps. One of her servants offering the golden chalice covered in emeralds as she took a sip of the perfectly aged wine. The other female servants on their knees waiting for the command.

Princess Nadia

Nadia finished puckering her lush lips as she placed the pink lip gloss on her mouth. She looked good...DAMN good. Nadia was new to the world of LAW and she planned on letting them know just who the fuck she is. "They will learn that I'm not just the best fighter around, but I'm also the most beautiful women they're worthless eyes will ever lay upon...isn't that right dears..." Her servants nodded in agreement as the princess stood up and each servant, former princesses and even queens she had conquered in her time, placing a kiss on the tantalizing rear of Nadia. Then after hearing her name called, the princess snapped her fingers as her servants quickly ran to get Nadia's entrance throne that had poles sticking out so the seat could be lifted. Nadia sat on her chair as the servants stood up and carried their mistress out.

"Hello peasants and pervs of LAW, it's time you became acquainted with hottest, meanest, and mostly best wrestling bitch here. It's time for you all to kneel to royalty, to me, Princess Nadia!" Was heard over the speakers as the crowd looked at each other, most unaware of who this woman was and why they were referred to in such a rude fashion. Then the sensual club music filled the arena.

Spoiler

Out come Princess Nadia, carried by a group of servants on her throne. The crowd at first completely stunned by the beauty that was before them, Nadia wearing a cocky regal smile as she soaked in the eyes fucking her. Some fans asked for photos, a high five, anything from the beauty that was Nadia. Nadia scoffed and said, "None of you are worthy to grace my skin for free, only in your pathetic wet dreams..." Then she closed her eyes and waited for it, Aaaaand now..., The crowd came to and realized this was the woman who just called them peasants and pervs and who the fuck was this woman to declare herself the best woman without proving it? The outlandish arrogance now met with boos and disapproval. Nadia's favorite, nothing made her happier than knowing others weren't. They could jeer all they wanted, Nadia would back it up and conquer whatever competitor was placed before her regardless of their approval.

Nadia's throne was brought to the edge of the cage as the servants opened the door and carried her inside. She stood up and sensually bent over the middle rope, giving her thong clad ass a shake to torment the crowd. They couldn't deny the feelings of lust towards the work of art, but they despised the muse. As she entered the ring Nadia eyes up her opponent, her servants leaving the cage as the door closed and locked.

"I ordered you to kneel yet I see you still standing? Need I repeat myself?" Nadia laughed, "Oh I see...looking at your outfit, you must think of yourself as some regal woman huh...well there is only ONE princess in this cage and that is me ~ Kneel before me now and I'll grant you mercy and beat you while letting you keep a tiny sliver of pride. Deny me your worship, and I will leave you in shambles like the pathetic princess you pretend to be.."

[LawHell]

As the cage door locked behind them, Aleah slowly rolled her neck, her golden muscles glinting under the arena lights like molten metal. Every inch of her body radiated strength, power, and unapologetic allure. Her lean, hard figure was carved like a living statue of lust and battle — long legs, broad shoulders, ripped abs, and curves just dangerous enough to distract even the most disciplined opponent. Her thick black braid draped over one shoulder, bouncing with each graceful, barefoot step she took toward Nadia, There was no rush. No words. Just the slow, deliberate prowl of a huntress.

Aleah's smirk widened as she neared, her sharp eyes drinking in Nadia’s regal presentation without blinking. She admired beauty — especially the kind that flaunted itself so shamelessly — but Aleah wasn’t here to swoon, She was here to claim, Aleah moved in, her leg sliding up and around Nadia’s waist like a striking serpent, her skin hot to the touch. The muscles in her thighs tightened, the grip firm but teasing. One strong pull, and their bodies were flush — soft curves met with hardened muscle, an irresistible contrast.

Aleah leaned in, her breath warm on Nadia’s neck, and without a word, slowly dragged her tongue from the base of her throat up to just below her ear. The motion was smooth, sultry, and deliberate. A whisper of moisture, a slow grind of her hips as she pressed forward, letting Nadia feel the raw, restrained hunger coiled in her powerful form.

Her voice came next — low, breathy, and utterly wicked. “Mm. You wear power well, little queen” Aleah murmured, her tone dripping with mock reverence. “But that throne you rode in on? It won’t follow you in here. No servants. No crown. Just me—and this body you’re about to worship the moment I break you down.” Aleah’s fingers lightly trailed along Nadia’s spine, teasing up her back as her leg stayed wrapped, firm and possessive. “I’ll strip you down to your pride, leave your royal jewels scattered across the mat, and then I’ll make you look so correct... buried beneath my bare sole like you belong there.”

She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against the shell of Nadia’s ear. “You’ll moan like a queen and crumble like a servant.” Then she let go — suddenly, slowly, letting her leg slide down Nadia’s waist, breaking contact only after the point had been made. Aleah didn’t need to speak again. Her body had said enough.