Selene Thorne vs. Freezer Katakura - Cold as the Grave

[BlackAkuma]

It almost hurt Freezer to push Selene away like that. Though it was brief, she enjoyed their touch, the woman’s smell, the thump of her heartbeat against her face - there was a magnetism there, something she was eager to explore. Given the nature of this match, she would certainly have the opportunity.

But she would have to work for it, first.

She sent Selene running to the ropes, creating separation between them, but that distance was shortlived, as she came roaring back at full speed with a clothesline ready to fire. Freezer rushed to meet her, but ducked down at the last moment, slipping underneath the blow and coming out behind her foe.

The moment Selene turned her way, she would find a surprise waiting for her, as Freezer spun about, lashed out, and threw a quick backfist at the woman’s face, attempting to hit her with one of her quicker signature moves: The IceBreaker.[/i]

[Eir]

Selene turned, and the world blinked white. The Ice Breaker cracked across her cheek with a flash of pain, the sting immediate and electric. Her head snapped to the side, her hair whipping in the air, lips parting in a small gasp that turned to a hiss. She staggered back a step. Then she laughed. Her tongue swept across the corner of her lip where blood had begun to bloom. A red smear against her skin.

“Oh…” Selene purred, eyes sharp with a smile. “I was worried I’d have to do all the work tonight.”

She didn’t wait. Her body snapped forward like a whip, closing the gap between them. She wrapped her arms around her, aiming to lift her and put her in a bearhug.

“Let’s see how much chill you’ve got when you’re gasping for air” she whispered, and began to kiss her neck.

[BlackAkuma]

Selene had such a pretty face - so dark and shaded and hardened, like a work of gothic art. It hurt Freezer to strike such a haunting beauty and risk scarring those perfect features, but she knew this wasn’t a foe she could afford to hold back against. Such was life.

The woman took it well, anyway, laughing it off, even as the blood gave her some color.

In she came, moving with an alacrity that caught Freezer off guard, far faster than she would’ve guessed for that size. Strong, sinuous arms wrapped around her body, and she found herself pulled up into a tight bearhug, their bodies smashing together with a merciless force. Curves met curves and muscles met muscles, and Freezer shivered as Selene’s tongue began to explore her neck.

Even still, Freezer managed a laugh, hoarse and dry as the air was pushed out of her body. ”I haven’t even started yet.”

As if to illustrate that point, Freezer met Selene’s squeeze with one of her own, wrapped her legs around the woman’s midsection for a tight scissorhold. At the same time, she took the woman’s head in her arms, pulled her in close, and took her with one of her trademark kisses - deep, longing, passionate, but colder than midnight snow.

[Eir]

She didn’t kiss Freezer back to try and claim control. She had already gotten that. She kissed her to taste the defiance. Her fighting spirit. Her love. She felt Freezer’s legs tighten around her waist, crushing her ribs, but Selene only moaned softly into her mouth, savoring the pain like fine wine.

With a smooth shift of her hips and a possessive grip on Freezer’s thighs, Selene carried her step by step across the ring. Their bodies rubbed and writhed against each other.

She pushed Freezer back into the corner hard, the ropes rattling behind her. Selene pinned her there, pressing her full body weight into her, trapping one of Freezer’s wrists against the turnbuckle with a firm, guiding hand. Her other hand slid into her hair, holding her steady.

She kissed her again. Then she pulled back just barely, her forehead resting against Freezer’s, noses brushing, breath mingling. “Mmm… sweet little snowflake…” Her voice was a sensual purr. Her lips trailed along Freezer’s jaw, then lower, grazing the side of her neck with just enough pressure to leave a mark.

“You freeze so pretty when I touch you…”


She let her hips roll slowly against her opponent’s, letting their curves mold together, pressing her knee up between Freezer’s thighs just enough to tease without mercy.

[BlackAkuma]

Freezer was far from the strongest wrestler on the LAW wrestler, but she was far from the weakest, either, and she knew that her legs could do real damage if given half the chance. It wasn’t a road she often traveled down, but she could clamp tight and exert real pressure. More than enough to make most of her opponents scream.

But Selene Thorne was not one of her opponents. She either didn’t feel the pain or didn’t mind or used it as fuel, because she hardly missed a beat before before she surged forward and rammed Freezer into the turnbuckle, hitting with an impact so jarring that it took the life clean out of her for a few moments.

By the time she regained control, Selene was all over her - kissing, tasting, devouring, grinding their bodies together in a sinful embrace, so tight that was it was hard to tell where one of them began and the other ended.

She welcomed the thrusting knee, eagerly, and craned her neck back as Selene ravaged her neck, making sure she had all the access. A rough, searching hand worked its way down her opponent’s back, scratching along the skin, until she found a lovely, tight cheek to squeeze and did so eagerly, while she began to grind back against her opponent’s intruding leg.

”By all means,” She ran her tongue over Selene’s ear, then capped it off with a sharp nibble. "Keep touching."

[Eir]

Selene Thorne wasn’t simply touching. She was claiming.

Every gasp Freezer gave, every twitch of those thighs around her waist, only drove her deeper into that delicious madness that lived between violence and desire. A low growl rumbled in her throat as Freezer bit her ear, and her hands tightened. One gripped the ropes for leverage, the other slid down to the base of Freezer’s spine and worked its way back up.

“Brave of you” she whispered, her lips brushing the curve of Freezer’s throat. Her tongue followed with a slow, wet drag. “You still think you get to invite me.”

Selene’s thigh pressed higher between Freezer’s legs, grinding slowly. Her hand caught the back of Freezer’s head and pulled until their foreheads touched and their eyes locked.

Selene’s hips rolled forward again, slow and deep, grinding against her opponent with purpose. Her breath came hot against Freezer’s cheek. The pain in her waist was starting to hurt from Freezers legs, but wouldn’t let go. She couldn’t let go. Then she kissed her again.

[BlackAkuma]

And now the dance began.

Freezer was no stranger to intimacy - quite the opposite - but she was relatively new to hentai matches, and she hadn't avoided them by chance. As entertaining and alluring as they could be, both to watch and participate in, there was always the double-edged sword. She had to employ eroticism without indulging in it. Give pleasure without partaking.

The concept was a fresh one for Freezer, but that was what made this challenge so exciting. As Selene pressed against her, she fought with herself almost as much as she struggled with her foe, fighting the urge to simply give in, to accept it all, to melt.

Another kiss, a chilling embrace between them. Freezer’s tongue slipped into Selene’s mouth, pensive at first, before the hunger got the better of her and she dove in with wanton lust. Her legs constricted against her opponent’s waist, tighter than before, but she wasn’t merely looking to hurt-no, more than anything, she wanted to pull her foe in tight, to make sure there was as little space between them as possible. Her arms wrapped around Selene’s neck and pulled tight, mashing them together with a stiff embrace, reaching the point of pain, as if she were trying to absorb the woman’s body into her own.

Faster grinding, now. Faster, faster, faster. Freezer picked up the pace, humping incessantly, moaning with every thrusts. She closed her eyes, knowing she didn’t need to see for the moment - she could feel all of Selene, there were no surprises between them.

[Eir]

Selene Thorne did not resist. Oh no, she welcomed it. The ache. The pressure. Selene felt it. Savored it. And now that she had tasted it on her tongue and felt it drip into her mouth through that needy kiss, she wasn’t going to let go, she couldn’t let go.

Their mouths moved in tandem now, no longer a battle. She moaned into the kiss. Her lips curled into a smirk even mid-kiss, right as she let her hands slide down Freezer’s arched spine.

“You’re shaking” she whispered against her tongue. “You’re melting, darling… right into me.” She hissed as the pain in her waist was getting unbearable.

Then without warning, she gripped Freezer’s waist tightly, lifted her up, and spun. A controlled crash into the mat with Selene on top. Now there was no space. Just friction. Just heat.

[BlackAkuma]

Freezer had to say, she couldn't remember the last time she met a body she fit so well against. Something about their forms simply clicked - their curves compliments each, their skin drew together like magnetism. When she ran her hands along Selene’s body, there was an odd familiarity to her reactions, like she was playing an instrument she hadn't touched in years.

Haunting thoughts, and she indulged in them as Selene spoke, loving the way their breath flowed between their mouth, sharing each others taste. She would’ve liked to stay like this for much, much longer.

Selena had other plans. One moment they were grinding against the turnbuckle and the next she was sent flying overhead and brought down hard on the canvas, crashing with enough impact to make the ropes quiver.

But she was far from finished - only a moment after that shock ran through her system, her legs shot around wrapped around her opponent’s waist, and clamped on tight with a bodyscissors, summoning all the power her thighs could muster for a deadly press. At the same time, she wrapped arms around the woman’s neck, pulled tight, and brought them in for a feisty, fiery kiss, hot and passionate and deadly. Squeezing her lungs while making it hard to take in more oxygen, a perfect combination.

[Eir]

The moment Freezer’s thighs locked tight around Selene’s waist, it stole the breath from her lungs in a way that had nothing to do with pain. It was…Familiar? Yes, that was the word. And when Freezer pulled her in and kissed her, Selene simply melted into it.

For one disorienting moment, the Grave-witch forgot she was wrestling. Her body arched into the kiss, a shuddered breath spilling from her lips as her limbs slackened, mind fuzzing with sensation. Her fingers, once curled with cruel intent, trembled against Freezer’s hips, her grip faltering.

Now, Selene was caught, not just physically, but emotionally, sensually, viscerally. Her pride screamed to tear away, to fight, to punish. But her body…Her body didn’t listen.

A moan slipped past her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut, jaw slackening as her knees gave out beneath her. Arms that once clutched for dominance now clung for grounding, pressing to Freezer’s back like she needed the woman to hold her up.