Leto Nikos vs Evelyn LeClair - Hentai match

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As Evelyn expected, once she started chanting her hips in unison with Leto the Drill Sergeant’s defenses crumbled. The woman wasn’t that good at sensual wrestling, eliciting almost no reaction from the redhead with her fumbling attempt at stimulation, and it showed in how Evelyn managed to turn Leto’s big moment against her! At first it didn’t look like much, but the Firebird trusted her instincts and despite Leto trying to hide it the move was having more effect on her than it was having on Evelyn’s body. Slowly but surely, like a drip threatening with a flood, Leto’s resistance crumbled until the Drill Sergeant had to make a choice: either maintain the hold and be brought closer and closer to orgasm or just let Evelyn go.

With a groan of satisfied release Evelyn welcomed freedom and rubbed her pained legs. However, she knew pretty well Leto by now and the redhead was sure that now that she was frustrated the Drill Sergeant was going for some retaliation. The very moment Evelyn decided to roll over a powerful stomp impacted just where her back was. That would have hurt a lot, but luckily Evelyn managed to evade that. Getting back on her feet the redhead looked at her rival, a look of fury decorating her face. Evelyn decided it was time to use Leto’s simple rage against her. “What’s the matter? I thought you were going to make me gush like a fountain.”, she said with a scoff while raising her arms inviting Leto to a test of strength. “Come on Leto, show me you’re a bad bitch.”

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Leto lunges, driven by wild indignation as she attempts to punish Evelyn with a heavy stomp to her exposed back. Rage courses through her veins, blinding all reasoning and diplomacy. But Evelyn sidesteps the crushing blow at the last moment, leaving Leto's foot to hit the canvas.

"Noooo!" Despite herself, frustration bleeds out in Leto.

Still reeling from that near-miss stomp, Leto rounds upon Evelyn with fierce determination etched across her Features - her body seemingly sculpted from pure outrage and wrath. The drill instructor narrows her eyes as Evelyn provocatively rises, arms thrown open inviting a physical showdown.

"What, YOU WANT a piece of ME?" Leto snarls through clenched teeth, chest heaving wildly with agitation. Without pause, she charges forward, aiming to seize the Firebird around the waist and slam her bodily to the ground in a ruthless demonstration of superior physical prowess.

"Fucking insolent TEASE! Get ready to take what's COMING!" Leto bellows, her muscular form surging forth with intent ferocity as she seeks revenge upon the insolent vixen daring to mock her prowess. She's determined to turn the tables with brute force, to leave Evelyn groaning and defeated.

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The match hadn’t been going for that long, but experiencing time with another one inside a ring dilated time. Fighting instincts freely flowed there and in a way that made way easier to learn about a rival’s patterns and habits to a point one could say they knew each other, and after not so much time Evelyn was starting to think that she knew Leto Nikos. The Drill Sergeant never held her cards close to the chest though, her demeanor and attitude being pretty basic: she was angry, at all times. Now that Evelyn had been fighting her for some point the redhead knew that while in this angered state Leto was as strong as she could get, but she was also predictable and with predictability came ease to dodge. That was how Evelyn knew that Leto was going to try something hard hitting like a stomp and avoided it by rolling over.

Provoking the Drill Sergeant was the next step in Evelyn’s plan and to do so she dediced to feign a test of strength. Of course Leto would accept that, always meaning to overpower the redhead, but what was coming would be unexpected for the Drill Sergeant. The very moment they locked fingers instead of fighting back Evelyn would lean in and seal a kiss on Leto’s lips, forcing her way inside the woman’s mouth so her tongue would start making the perfect distraction to make her lose her strength and slowly push her against a corner. Now that Evelyn knew that Leto was weak to sensual contact she wasn’t going to let her go.

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Locking fingers with Evelyn, Leto instantly assumes a dominant stance, muscle tensing in anticipation of the battle to come. She prepares to overpower the redhead with sheer force, relishing the prospect of proving her supremacy once again.

Suddenly, instead of the expected resistance, Evelyn leans in close and presses her lips fiercely against Leto's, attempting to catch the Sergeant off guard. Surprised, Leto's reflexes slow for a crucial instant, allowing Evelyn to slip her tongue past the albino woman's parted lips and delve deep within her mouth.

"Mmphh--!" Leto gags slightly, caught off balance by this sudden turn of events. Her hands instinctively tighten around Evelyn's fingers, but rather than trying to pry loose, she finds herself struggling against the sudden kiss instead.

Confusion mingles with the initial shock coursing through Leto's system. For a brief moment, the seasoned wrestler hesitates, allowing Evelyn to take control.

"Mphh--no!"

Leto's protests are muffled as the redhead's tongue probes deeper, setting off warning bells in the Sergeant's mind.

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Evelyn’s first part of her plan was successful. Provoking Leto into a blind rage wasn’t much of an accomplishment though and it could turn into a double-edged sword, but the redhead knew her window of oportunity was slim and took the chances. It turned out pretty well and the Firebird managed to lock lips with the Drill Sergeant and after some enticingly good “convincing” even gaining access with her tongue inside the woman’s mouth. Leto’s strength wavered for some instants as she was distracted by Evelyn’s kissing and that was just what the redhead needed to press on.

Now that both wrestlers were entangled in sensual action the Firebird could do her bidding and show her amazing skills and focus. First of all she would make some pressure to slowly drive Leto against a corner in between the Drill Sergeant’s protests. Once she had set her rival against the turnbuckles and without breaking the kissing contest Evelyn could start working on driving Leto closer towards an orgasm. To do so she didn’t need her hands, in fact, it would be wise to keep those entangled with Leto’s so the Drill Sergeant couldn’t get any crazy agressive ideas. Using one of her legs Evelyn forced Leto’s legs open and started rubbing her thigh and knee against the Sergeant’s groin. The albino woman was still enjoying the cover her underwear gave her, but she had suffered some stimulation before and this could help Evelyn get her dangerously close to a match-ending climax.

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Trapped in Evelyn's unexpected grasp, Leto finds herself driven backwards. Before she can even react, Evelyn pins her against the corner of the ring, expertly maneuvering their entangled bodies.

"Mmphh...aaahh!"

Muffled groans escape Leto's lips as Evelyn presses the advantage, her thigh rubbing insistently against the Sergeant's groin area. Even through the layers of clothing, Leto feels the sensual pressure building, sending sparks of arousal coursing through her veins.

"N-no...this isn't f-fair..."

Despite her feeble protests, Leto's hips involuntarily respond, her body betraying her resolve. Leto's mind reels, desperate to maintain control yet helpless against Evelyn's skilled attentions. This cunning redhead may have underestimated the Drill Sergeant initially, but it seems Leto vastly underestimated Evelyn's prowess instead.

Struggling against the mounting stimulation, Leto's hips buck involuntarily, rubbing her clothed sex against Evelyn's thigh.

"No, stop, damn it! Don't make me-"

Leto's words dissolve into helpless moans as Evelyn's skilled ministrations bring her closer to the edge, her bikini providing scant protection from the redhead's persistent kneading. The Drill Sergeant's rigid facade begins to crumble under the onslaught of pleasure, her resistance weakening incrementally with each passing second.

In a last-ditch attempt to regain control, Leto slams her head into Evelyn, attempting to break the kiss.

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Finally after all the plight and predicament Evelyn had to endure now she had got the fight to her own area of expertise. Now that the match was more about erotic wrestling and less about being a nasty bitch it turned out that it was the redhead the one in control. Leto looked in a pinch now, losing as little control she had left over her arousal, slowly losing her mind to pleasure as she clearly stated by bitching around whenever she was capable of breaking the kissing pressure Evelyn was applying. “Say what you want, your body is more honest than you are...”, she retorted noticing how Leto’s hips were bucking against her knee more often, signaling her horniness.

Of course Leto had to do something brutal next and it almost makes Evelyn lose her footing when the albino woman headbutted her. “Owww! What’s with you, bitch??” Evelyn had had enough. If Leto was so irredeemable she only understood violence she was going to get paid with the same coin. With a sudden move Evelyn regained her balance and drove her knee deep against Leto’s stomach and then a second time against her crotch. This would teach the Drill Sergeant that Evelyn was out of patience and would also leave her dazed for enough time for the Firebird to do her thing.

Decided to settle things, Evelyn went to execute something she had been practicing lately. She would make a half flip to be handstanding in front of Leto before wrapping her legs around the Sergeant’s neck and using a shift in balance to throw the woman against the mat while locking a headscissors. Evelyn wasn’t going to try and entice her rival anymore and would just work on her arousal quickly to get the win. To do so one of her hands would shove her bra aside to reveal her tits and start groping them, giving small pinches to those nipples to make them erect. The woman’s remaining hand would slip below the hem of Leto’s bikini and plunge two fingers deep within her sex, moving in alternating paces and motions to search for the woman sweet spots.

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Head snapping back from the violent collision, Evelyn's startled cry echoes through the ring as she recoils momentarily from the brutal attack. With a snarl of frustration, the Firebird quickly recovers her balance and launches a counter assault, knee driving hard into Leto's midsection and then again with ruthless precision directly into the Sergeant's cloth-covered sex.

"AHHHHH!!"

Leto doubles over, pain lancing through her abdomen and groin as Evelyn's knee crushes against her most sensitive areas.

"N-no...can't let her win..."

Dazed and reeling from Evelyn's vicious knee strikes, Leto barely registers the Firebird's sudden change in tactics until Evelyn's lithe form executes a breathtaking half-flip, handstanding before Leto even has a chance to recover fully.

In a blur of motion, Evelyn seals her legs around Leto's neck, using the leverage to topple the Sergeant forward with brute force. Before Leto can react, Evelyn slams her down heavily to the mat, simultaneously locking a merciless headscissors in place that squeezes Leto's head between Evelyn's thighs with unforgiving pressure.

"Mmphh!! AAhh...huh..."

Leto's groans of pain and exertion mingle with desperate whimpers as Evelyn's assault intensifies, fingers groping and pinching the sensitive buds of her breasts while another hand delves beneath Leto's bikini to invade her vulnerable, defenseless sex.

"No...stop...I can't...oh gods..."

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Evelyn had been an erotic wrestler for some time at that point and the redhead had slowly developed some kind of phylosophy with which she approached all her matches, first in her club wrestling career and after that during her work at LAW. She believed that what made hentai matches interesting was the thrill of two contestants trying to sexually overpower the rival mixed with the mind games of seduction and willpower one had to endure to be able to outlast a rival. It was in that game of enticing and arousal control where the heart of hentai wrestling was and Evelyn always strived for reaching for that heart.

That night, when facing a rival like Leto, it was becoming impossible for Evelyn to remain true to her ideals. The Drill Sergeant proved being irredeemable by any standards, an absolute bully eager to humiliate her rival. After trying her best to be a stalwart of her love for hentai wrestling someone like Leto could make her doubt all that in just one night. Now there was no enjoyment or passion, just a cold-emotionless drive to be the one standing when the bell rang.

Evelyn had snapped out of her passionate self into a pragmatic one, executing moves with cold precision in an aim to pay Leto back with some heavy damage before forcing an orgasm out of her. In order to do that nothing in the match rules specified that Leto had to be conscious, so that was Evelyn’s next objective. If the albino woman wasn’t capable of behaving herself the redhead would make her fall unconscious.

The Firebird scoffed when she locked her legs around Leto and, after making her fall and start fingering her once again, the Drill Sergeant showed some emotion at last, trying to bargain with both her own body to resist and with Evelyn to stop with her ministration of pleasure. As if that would stop Evelyn at that point. The redhead was tired of Leto’s antics and was resolved to end things one way or another, so she tightened the scissor hold while she started fingering Leto faster and faster, hooking her fingers to drive her insane as she fingerblasted her rival to oblivion, not a word escaping Evelyn’s mouth. The time for talking was far from over.

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Overwhelmed by sensation, Leto bucks wildly beneath Evelyn, her body reacting uncontrollably to the redhead's relentless assault. The crushing headscissors sends white-hot pain searing through her skull while fingers plunge deeper and faster within her sodden sex, mercilessly stroking those hidden sweet spots Evelyn knows so well.

"No more...please!" Leto gasps desperately through gritted teeth. Her usually stalwart composure frays under Evelyn's skilled torment. She squirms futilely, legs kicking as euphoria begins to consume her utterly.

The fingers inside her quicken their rhythm, expertly milking Leto's trembling core until it clenches reflexively around the probing digits. A strangled moan escapes Leto as she teeters on the precipice of climax, powerless to resist Evelyn's devastating onslaught.