Power vs Technique - Hathor vs Bella

[Kookio]

Bella found herself in a similar position as the last round, underneath her opponent while her body was physically toyed with, her breasts becoming shiny from Hathor's mouth pressing against it, licking and flicking her hardened nipple while she couldn't do anything. At least that's what she felt. She more than likely could do something but for Bella, it was difficult to break free from Hathor's experienced pin on her. It wouldn't be long before Hathor would manage to get those familiar sounds that everyone got to hear earlier.

"Mmh..! Hah... Ah... N-No! I-I'm not!"

She whimpered which would only become slightly louder when Hathor's fingers found themselves between her legs, causing her hips to spasm in reaction while she threw her head back.

[MR. Q]

With Bella pinned beneath her, Hathor felt a perverse thrill at dominating the novice once more. The sounds Bella made as she pleasured her were like music to Hathor's ears - helpless whimpers, desperate protests, and ultimately, the telltale moans signaling her imminent surrender.

"Hush, baby girl," Hathor cooed against Bella's breast, lavishing it with attention as her fingers delved deeper between Bella's thighs. "Let me hear those sweet little noises you make when you're about to cum..."

Hathor stroked Bella's slick folds with increasing fervor, her thumb rubbing firm circles over the novice's swollen clit. With each pass, Bella's hips jerked and spasmed, her pussy clenching around Hathor's probing digits as the pressure built to a crescendo.

"Yes, cum for me, cowgirl," Hathor demanded, sucking Bella's nipple into her mouth once more. "Show me what a filthy slut you really are..."

As Bella teetered on the edge, Hathor sensed victory within her grasp. One final push and the novice would surrender completely, reduced to a puddle of quivering, cum-drenched flesh beneath Hathor's triumphant form.

[Kookio]

Bella's mouth couldn't close as her opponent's fingers rummaged through her insides while her tongue started to dnagle from her mouth. She didn't want to cum... not ye- she shook her head. Not again! Had her breasts not been so big though, she could have looked down to notice how wet Hathor made her and how there wasn't much hope in her getting out of the hold. Not when she was starting to give into the pleasure.

That would be shown especially when she would let out another scream of pleasure as her lust squirted from her womanhood onto the mat in front of her. Now being down 2-0, the audience was starting to believe that,the match was going to be a squash match. Though despite that, they were still finding this entire ordeal hot as hell due to how curvy Bella's body was.

"AAAAAAAAHN!~~"

[MR. Q]

As Bella's release crashed over her like a tidal wave, Hathor felt a surge of raw power and lust. The novice spasmed and bucked beneath her, riding out the waves of pleasure that coursed through her curvy form.

"Yes, YESSSS!" Hathor roared in triumph, continuing to rub Bella's gushing slit through her orgasm. "Take it all, you dirty cowgirl!"

Milking every last drop of cum from Bella's quivering cunt, Hathor lapped at her sensitive nipples, determined to wring another climax from the writhing novice. She felt drunk on Bella's helpless pleasure, craving more, needing to assert her dominance fully.

"Do we need to go another round?" Hathor taunted, tracing circles around Bella's swollen clit. "I bet I could make you cum again... and again... until you forget your own name!"

Ivan stepped forward, his muscular frame casting a shadow over the writhing women. He cleared his throat authoritatively, his deep voice booming across the arena.

"That's enough, ladies. Let's continue the match properly, shall we? Hathor, back away from Bella. We'll start the next round."

Ivan fixed his gaze on Bella, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Bella bend over the ropes. Now."
His hand gestured to the ropes, brooking no disobedience.

[Kookio]

Bella couldn't respond to Hathor's dirty talk towards body frozen while the woman was making sure Bella's orgasm lasted as long as it possibly could, causing the orgasm to be even larger than last time and would be left twitching and exhausted. Even when the orgasm was over, Hathor would continue to finger her. Though after such a large orgasm, Bella was a bit out of it to say the least.

This would last until Ivan walked up and finally brokw the two apart. Had he not broke them apart, Hathor most certainly could have made Bella orgasm again in time. Without any words of protest, she would meekly crawl over to the ropes and climb up to the middle rope, bending over and showing her cum filled womanhood to her opponent, blushing heavily while looking back at Ivan, mentally preparing herself to take the full force of his length again inside of her.

[MR. Q]

Ivan's strong hands gripped Bella's shapely hips as he positioned himself behind her bent-over form. The novice's slick folds were still dripping with arousal, testament to Hathor's skilled ministrations.

"That's it, nice and relaxed," Ivan praised huskily, rubbing the swollen head of his manhood along Bella's slit. His girthy shaft caught on her sensitive lips, parting them slightly with each pass.

Ivan groaned softly as the heat of Bella's core seeped through the thin layer of his trunks. Unable to resist any longer, he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside Bella's velvety walls inch by thick inch.

Ivan growled lowly, relishing the exquisite squeeze of Bella's plush depths. Slowly, deliberately, he began to pump his hips, sawing in and out of Bella's sopping pussy.

"You feel so good, Bella," Ivan praised, his thrusts growing faster, harder.

His hips smacked lewdly against Bella's jiggling rump as he railed her hard and fast from behind, setting a brutal pace designed to make her scream his name.

Meanwhile, Hathor watched in jealousy and arousal. Her fingers trailing downwards to rub herself in futility. She can't get off with her fingers, she needs something more stimulating.

[Kookio]

Bella's hips wiggled in trepidation as he rubbed his shaft against her womanhood, her nature to start giving into pleasure starting to rile her up as the force of him thrusting into her would cause her back to arch and her to let out a cry of pleasure, all control over herself temporarily lost while he completely had her in a dominated state. She even started to shake her hips in response to his thrusts into her, her hands gripping onto the top rope to try and restrain herself even a little.

Her tongue dangling out of her mouth while more drool dripped down from her mouth similarly to before. The poor girl looked like she was slready close to orgasming even though Ivan had only just began.

"Hah! Ahn! Ahn! Mmh! N-Not so f-fasht! I-I can't... Hah! Ahn! P-Please! I-Ivan!"

She cried out his name and would repeatedly do so until...

"HAAAAAAAHN!"

She orgasmed already, more of her cum dripping down from her womanhood. She wasn't sure if the fucking session ended with her orgasm or his but she couldn't control her body. The pleasure was too stimulating.

[MR. Q]

Hathor stood off to the side, arms crossed as she watched Ivan dominate Bella's willing body. A small smirk played at the corners of her lips as she witnessed the novice lose control, screaming Ivan's name as yet another orgasm tore through her.

The matriarch's eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and hunger as she saw the aftermath - Bella's trembling form slumped over the ropes, a river of fluids streaming down her shaking thighs.

"Ah ah ah, looks like someone finished without permission," Hathor teased mockingly, her voice dripping with amusement.

Ivan pulled out of Bella's fluttering core with a low groan, a trail of her juices coating his thick shaft. At Hathor's taunting comment, a chuckle rumbled in his broad chest.

"Naughty Bella," Ivan reprimanded sternly, his large palm landing hard on the novice's quivering rump with a resounding SMACK!

"Back to the match when you're ready." He caresses her ass before pulling away to resume the match.

Hathor stood straight upon the signal. Match is now resuming with 2:0 in her favor.

Just one last point for her to win.

[Kookio]

The moment Ivan let go of Bella, the poor quivering girl's legs collapsed to the floor, her ass and wet core still in the air as it twitched when the hand swiped across it, leaving a red imprint and causing them to twitch excess cum squirts out of her womanhood. It almost looked as if all the fight had been taken out of the poor cowgirl and she was barely resisting anymore, not even preparing for what looked to be the final round for her as she laid panting heavily and whimpering submissively to herself.

[MR. Q]

Hathor could sense Bella's exhaustion and despair, like a predator zeroing in on weakened prey. Slowly, deliberately, the matriarch approached Bella's prone form, hips swaying hypnotically.

"My my, someone looks spent," Hathor purred. "No fight left in you?"

With a wicked grin, Hathor swiftly swung her powerful leg in a mighty arc, delivering a stinging blow right to Bella's already tender rump!

SMACK!

The impact echoed through the arena, the sharp sound sending a ripple through Bella's exposed cheeks.