Test of Willpower! Nova Steele (Debut) vs. Gabriel Vinlee [No-DQ match]

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel executed her combo perfectly. Her tender kiss landed on Steele's cheek like a placebo just after the pinkette exclaimed a doubt, indifferent, the queen fulfilled her mandate—twisting her finger outward to break the bear hug mercilessly, and then, as her opponent cursed her, she demonstrated the strength hidden beneath that beautiful skin, throwing her titanic opponent over her shoulder forward in an impressive snapmare. The thud of her fall was deafening, shaking the canvas to the corners as her back hit the mat.

The power Gabriel squeezed out of herself to return some of the punishment to Nova, with only one arm, was enough to silence the spectators, who, for a moment, admired the feat of strength. However, they assumed that this interstellar titan would recover as before to continue maintaining her dominance, that this would only be a half-time break for the chaotic queen to heal her wounds before being crushed again by her natural nemesis. However, the story of that flapjack in the corner was repeating itself: Nova Steele seemed exposed. Sitting on the canvas while holding her finger and with her hair a soaked mess over her face.

On the contrary, the Queen of Chaos was no better—Gabriel knelt, one hand on the canvas while the other was tucked between her legs, squeezing carefully to protect herself as she bit her lips, tears running down her cheeks, bright, full of pain that barely filtered through her guilty pleasure. She bit her lips, holding back moans she could barely contain, because they escaped as whispers of agony.

She was in so much pain that she was on the verge of unconsciousness, but not close enough to that place to accompany Steele on that path. Still, whether it was luck or stubbornness or something else, nothing detracted from the fact that Nova Steele was her biggest challenge to date, and that Gabriel had an opportunity here that she had to seize.

The Queen looked at the back of the woman in front of her, frowning angrily and glaring at her in a way that made the fans groan. She crawled with poise as they shouted at Steele to regain control, but Gabriel got there first and grabbed Steele by the head to pull her back, seeking to slam her head against the mat, knocking her down like her prey. Her hand slammed into the canvas next to Nova's head, signalling her danger, about to prove all the concerns of the world gathered here well-founded.

The queen had every intention of taking revenge on one of her three favorite parts of Steele's body, as mockery to the ego of this inflexible wrestler. However, in a cruel twist of fate, just as she had everything in her power to conquer her, Gabriel was confronted with the kind of expressions she hates to see in a match, specifically that emotion she had seen before...in her own reflection.

The moment became prolonged. A few drops of sweat would gather on her face before falling onto Steele. Her hair fell to one side of her face, while Nova's fell in the opposite direction, but on top of the canvas. The storm that was to be the queen over the island below, the one called Nova, dissipated the moment she deciphered the particular emotion reflected in those dazed blue eyes. She tilted her head to one side, hoping it wasn't that, but luck did not smile on her.

The heroine seemed open to another trick from Gabriel, lying on her back on the canvas, breathing heavily, and perhaps stunned. It was a treat for her to see her in that state. But now, reconsidering how violent she was with Steele's finger because of the way she hugged it, and the ideas that seemed to be crossing the star's eyes, something in Gabriel fell apart. Subtle, but important in the way she approached her opponents.

It was customary for the queen to silence the world when she wanted to pay attention to her opponent, but this time it was so different. She swallowed hard, hesitant, unable to do anything to her.

“What a disaster you are...” she joked, letting out a smile without sarcasm.

She planted the hand that had been pushing her skirt between her legs on the other side of Steele's face, and the hand that had bent this woman's finger was the same one that rose menacingly above Nova's face, falling like a handkerchief onto that beautiful, heroic face, only to touch the tip of her nose.

“Boop!”

Her hand traced a path across the cheek of this goddess turned woman. Carefully rubbing her flushed complexion, those are the aftermath of a sincere kiss from a queen, how sweet.

“What's wrong?” She asked. Delicate and loving as if this Olympic woman of steel were so fragile that she would break if she wasn't careful.

She traced her fingers across her opponent's heated face, covered in a thin layer of sweat, pampering her as if she weren't the same woman who crashed her twice into the corner and once into the canvas. Her eyes darted to Steele's hands.

“Is it your finger? Does it hurt a lot?” Gabriel snoops, genuinely concerned. Unaware of how dangerous this babyface could be when Nova was on the ground.

If she managed to keep her participation within her opponent's tribulation, then Gabbie would continue talking, to see if she could somehow get it right. Wanting to clear up her own doubts.

“Or was it... something I said, you silly...interestellar...champeon?”

“Good...I can't handle you if you're going to stare at me like that all night, love.” She repeated, laughing at her own untimely nonsense. She should be getting on Steele's nerves, not helping her organize her priorities; however, something was appealing about this moment that she couldn't let go of. Perhaps it was her insight that made her assume that something in that gal was grieving, and Queen didn't like it. She wants to kick the ass of the woman in front of her, not have to share her attention with her dilemmas. Besides, Vinlee wanted to take the moment for the two of them, regardless of what the audience wanted. Since she only cared about her own interests.

The Royal Viper wasn't going to hunt a dazed star, not if she was dazed in a way she didn't like. Besides, it would take her a minute or less to deal with this before resuming her hunt for a star.

Her eyes rolled upward, murmuring as she thinks about the hint she's about to throw at her.

“I want you to know something, princess—I didn't come here for the beautiful woman wearing a leotard... that does justice to her athletic figure that...is enviable, powerful, and makes me want to hit her for[/b]... immodest pleasures.” She emphasized the right words as she held that pretty face, wiggling hers as she descended a little closer to Nova. Her lips close to this pinkette's frown. “I came here for the woman underneath that leotard.” The queen would shake Steele's chin from side to side before leaving Nova's face alone. “So do me the honor of letting me see you shine, or I'm going to devour you and your...cute Saint of Virtue's suit, hm?”

Her finger stretched the strap that held Nova's neckline together, a mere teasing challenge. Then she played a little with the pinkette's hair, giving her time to do whatever she needed to do to get her head back in the fight, because as soon as Gabriel sensed Nova's return, she send a flying kiss, aimed straight at those shiny, silly lips, before dropping her own bust onto the heroine's face for a North and South Smother!

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[Parker]

Nova sat hunched on the canvas, hands cradled close to her chest, finger throbbing from Gabriel’s cruel wrench. Every breath came sharp, shallow, her damp hair falling across her eyes as she grimaced. The sudden tug in her scalp made her yelp, Gabriel’s fingers laced into her hair, jerking her head back with a vicious snap that slammed her flat against the mat. The impact rattled her teeth, stars dancing in her vision as she lay sprawled, dazed, her chest rising and falling in uneven bursts.

Through the blur, Gabriel loomed above her. Nova blinked up at her, eyes glazed, trying to track the queen’s shifting expressions. When Gabriel murmured about her being a “disaster,” Nova couldn’t tell if it was meant for her or the woman was muttering to herself. The hesitation in her opponent’s stare was unlike anything she had expected. That flicker of… concern? Pity? It unsettled her more than cruelty ever could.

Then came the “boop.” Nova went slightly cross-eyed as Gabriel’s fingertip pressed her nose, her nose wrinkling involuntarily at the playful jab. She opened her mouth to speak, but fell silent as Gabriel’s hand stroked her cheek instead. The touch was almost tender, dragging a heat across Nova’s face that had nothing to do with the sweat beading there. Her blush deepened, red dusting her cheekbones.

When asked about her hand, Nova forced her voice past dry lips, the words uneven but firm: “Pain is momentary...” Nova spoke reactions from behind the veil of her character though the look she was being given and the tone of Gabriel’s voice made her feel like she was hiding something from the other woman, like a guilty secret. Her eyes drifted to the side as she admitted without the usual fire behind her words but still as her cosmic persona. “I thought for a moment you were in actual peril.”

Her words faltered as Gabriel mashed her cheeks together, swaying her head side to side like a toy. Nova winced, her lips pursed awkwardly between the queen’s fingers, but the blush lingered, undeniable. Her teeth clenched, and she growled low in a confusion tugged between two trains of thought.

“The only gift I can give you… is a swift defeat, monster.”

She tried to surge upward, gathering her strength to rise, only to be caught off guard when Gabriel forced her straight back down, lips meeting hers in a sudden, inverted kiss. Nova gasped against it, her eyes widening in shock, her body stiffening before weakening beneath the gesture. Eased back to the mat with a flutter of her eyelashes and a fierce rosy blush on her face. The air was stolen from her lungs, leaving her reeling as Gabriel shifted seamlessly into the smother without so much as an attempt from Nova to stop her.

Nova’s struggles came, but sluggishly arms pushing, legs squirming, but never with the raw, explosive power she was known for. Her hands pressed weakly at Gabriel’s sides, more pawing than prying, her hips rolling beneath the weight but failing to buck her free. Each second dragged her deeper, her resistance faltering as the crowd watched the heroine’s fight wane under the queen’s suffocating dominance.

[Hagen-Autem]

The queen loved sincerity, so much so that she gave it with the same devotion with which she asked for it back. Or at least that's how it is for most non-intimate topics. She found it flattering that someone cared about her well-being, yet the fiercest British woman in the UK came here to kick the ass of a woman who had earned more than her attention. One who had more than earned the best of the Royal Viper, apart from being the center of her universe for one night.

Though, Gabriel was falling in love because of the curiosity that seeing those glimpses of Steele's other half brought her, even though she herself knew it was a feeling as fleeting as a comet. Merely energy to motivate her to hit harder, if she used it. But part of her was also clamouring out for the passionate heat and intoxicating ecstasy of combat, stirring with the collective euphoria in the stands! That wild half wanted to earn the pleasure of dominating the heroine on the floor! But the more curious part of this blonde was winning, because she wanted to continue exploring that ashamed face.

The control she orchestrated with her hands, the control with which she tamed this formidable champion, and with which she was able to dig until she saw for a few moments a glimpse of the woman hiding under that leotard, was not helping her out of the situation, because with it she found a taste that warmed her wicked heart, and made her smile, charmed by Nova's sincerity and blush. No one should ever know that, in her attempt to get inside her opponent's head, she ended up losing herself to their innocence.

Perhaps if things continue like this, Gabriel will consider giving her the victory, just to have an excuse to pursue her in another corner of L.A.W. But in the present, the queen had already given enough, and she had set things in motion to finish off Steele with her warning to eat the starlet alive if she dared to hesitate like that again, and of course Nova responded with her own roll, facing the nightmare above her.

The queen would seal the deal with a flirtatious kiss, nothing extravagant or exaggerated or disrespectful, just her leaning down a little to blow a flying kiss aimed at the pinkette's lips, a gesture that should find its way with a gentle puff. However, nothing is calculated to perfection, and fate can be very playful at times...

As soon as the queen made her suggestive joke, Nova tried to get up too, causing the gesture to be delivered directly by the Queen's lips, and not through the air that barely separates them. Nova's blush was unintentionally absorbed by the blonde. Gabriel's eyes widened as she realized she wasn't fantasizing again; what she was doing was as real as it was accidental and untimely. Her heart pounded with curiosity as strong as the gasps of shock in the stands. So Gabriel forgot all her plans and asserted herself with improvisation. With a muffled moan, she caught Nova's inverted face between her palms and absorbed her delicate lips in a royal kiss.

She frowned, determined not to miss the opportunity to mock her enemy's much-vaunted titanic toughness. She lovingly and dominantly stretched her opponent's lower lip, caressing it between her own with as much delicacy as passion. Processing the sensation that, for a moment, made her shiver, making her nervous, but coming back for more of those lips full of pride. She was gentle, but not patient. She tasted those sweet lips and wanted to get drunk on them.

With a snap, she changed her tactic, stretching that shiny lip again, savouring it as if it were the last sip before joining Steele in shame for what they were doing because of their sides, but evolving the act. Her virtuoso tongue intervened, caressing the pinkette's teeth, seeking to make room to meet the tongue that had thrown so many poetic and corny dialogues at her before, and exaggerating a little more, to see if she would paraphrase something after this intimate assault.

All this torment would take place as she slowly returned the heroine's head to the mat to continue tormenting the Honor with the most passionate kiss a Queen of Chaos without restraints could give. Then, when the forbidden act between the forces of entropy ends with a snap and a muffled wicked laugh, half a minute after it has been perpetuated, the queen would slide over Nova Steele.

She would lay her head on the heroine's chest, still biting her lips to remember Nova's mouth. Her arms would wrap around this woman's torso, and her hands would rest beneath Steele's back. Her palms would accidentally touch the skin not covered by the leotard on the pinkette's back, while her nose was crushed by the queen's chest, settling into the cleavage of that enormous bust. The audience groaned, digesting the fact that the pinkette was charmed, because she couldn't wake up to resist a silent reverse bearhug that took place. And perhaps they were not wrong, Gabriel would think, because Nova looked like a fly caught in a spider's web, but a truly dazed bug because she made no real effort to escape from that prison. And the queen capitalized on it like any predator.

“And calling me Monster, seriously? At least respect my noble titles...”

She squeezed with enough force to expel the air from her opponent's lungs, while her bust crushed her face. The Pink Star's features would be sunk into the queen's cleavage, her shortened breath brushing against the villain's skin. Fans of good bit their nails as Steele's movements were languid, lazy, and, in their interpretation, numb, while the queen did nothing but lie on her face.

“Either flatter me by giving me one...”

The Agent of Order's hands groped down the body of a jailer who did not seem concerned about her finding the key to her cell. On the contrary, she was patient, waiting for the seconds to pass for her prisoner's body to plead for a breeze that would never come. Nova became increasingly limp and weak as her last seconds of lucidity arrived. However, feeling those hands touch Vinlee's back, right where the fabric did not cover her, made the queen shiver, increasing the blush on her face and making her reconsider her position.

“Hey... do you really want to touch me like that?” murmured the queen, biting her lips before lifting her head and diving between the breasts of her natural opposite, frantically shaking her face between those mountains to see if Cosmic Heroine understood what it felt like to be touched where she shouldn't be.

[Parker]

Nova felt every inch of Gabriel’s weight upon her, the Queen’s lips still tingling against her own even as her chest now blanketed her face. The warmth of her opponent’s skin grazed her chin, the faint scent of perfume and sweat heavy in her nose. For a heartbeat, her body slackened under the spell of it, caught somewhere between shock and the shameful thrill of the crowd’s roar.

But the spell wasn’t fully enthralling. The drape of Gabriel’s blouse, pressed over her features along with the suffocating seal of cleavage, dulled that intoxicating haze. She could feel her heat, but not the full press of her figure and that was enough to sober her. The fabric muffled her breath, clinging to her lips, reminding her of the danger. Nova’s pulse quickened, and the clarity returned sharp and cold.

Her hands, which had been wandering in half-conscious reflex along the Queen’s back, now braced firmly against her opponent’s ribs. Her shoulders twisted, body writhing in small jerks beneath the woman pinning her down. The heroine’s chest rose hard, lungs begging for air as her legs kicked once, then again, squirming to find a sliver of freedom.

A muffled groan escaped her throat, caught in the folds of fabric and flesh above her, frustration bleeding into the sound.

And then Gabriel buried her face down between Nova’s own breasts, shaking with wild, chaotic vigor. Nova’s eyes flew open wide, her back arching as she gasped against the pressure, the humiliating intimacy only compounding her struggle. Her hands felt along Gabriel’s side, following the curve of her body to where her shoulders were. Her fingers hooked underneath her arms, not just pushing but shoving, desperate to make space, to remind herself that this was still a fight, not a surrender.

Her thoughts came ragged and hot inside her skull: Don’t give in. Don’t let her take this from you. Not like this.

Even as her body buckled under the Queen’s chaotic smother, Nova thrashed harder, the fight finally rekindled in her limbs.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel had positioned herself well on top of Steele—compactly settled on top of her face while suffocating he with an inverted breast smother. However, Nova's curious hands and her insistence on escaping were not making things easy for either wrestler.

The blonde wriggled in the opposite direction to Nova's legs, also struggling to pull the heroine's hands away from her, albeit without much success, but tightened her embrace, absorbing that face into her cleavage.

The queen would not give her the satisfaction of freedom; she couldn't. It made no sense to give her that vehemence after all she had done to her, and even more so after that accidental kiss. The queen let out a moan between Steele's breasts from so much handling. The Queen of Chaos buried her mouth in the other woman's cleavage, biting the spandex that joined the two halves of her suit to resist, and diverted her mind from the insinuations, barely resisting Steele's attempt to grab her shoulder and pull her away. It was becoming difficult to restrain that Agent of Order, but it was only a matter of time before her cosmic body was subdued. After all, Gabriel had taken advantage of every second of Steele's mistake in allowing herself to be stunned by that accidental kiss. Locking her in the North and South Smother was her punishment for being so susceptible, and now, the representative of chaos just had to endure to teach her a lesson Nova would never forget about what happens when you go head-to-head with everything you've got.

One of her green eyes had closed, while her head used Steele's chest as a pillow, concealing and at the same time showing the effort and the privileges was to have her at her mercy. Her hands tightened their grip under Nova's back, and then the queen of chaos tried W-sitting for greater control, arching Nova's body upwards to complicate things and fill her with problems.

The blonde would continue to maintain the inverted boobs smother even after sitting down, if she could manage it, only now Nova would have to deal with her back being bent and the other idea Gabriel had in mind.

[Parker]

Nova’s chest strained beneath Gabriel’s weight, every ragged breath reduced to a muffled whimper against the blonde’s smothering embrace. The heroine’s hands pawed weakly at shoulders and ribs, but every frantic tug only buried her face deeper in the trap. Her spine arched against the pull of Gabriel superior positioning, the stretch cruel on her back as much as the suffocating seal over her mouth and nose.

Her boots scuffed and squealed across the canvas, scraping in desperate patterns that lacked any power behind them, the sound thin and hollow. Her body writhed, but her strength had been spent long before; every second she had endured willingly in the queen’s clutches had stolen from her reserves until there was almost nothing left to fight with.

Quiet moans seeped into Gabriel’s chest, trembling, plaintive sounds that dwindled with each passing moment. Nova’s gloved fingers twitched at Gabriel’s side, but soon slipped away, falling limply to the mat. Her legs gave a final, half-hearted kick, then sagged, knees tilting inward as her body slackened beneath the blonde’s control.

The referee knelt close, concern shadowing his features as he reached for her arm. He lifted Nova’s wrist high, and for a heartbeat it dangled in the air, then dropped lifelessly to the mat.

Again he tried, raising her hand once more. Her head lolled, lips parted faintly against Gabriel’s hold. The arm dropped just as limp.

The crowd’s rumble grew anxious as the referee lifted a third time, giving her one last chance to respond. Nova’s body barely twitched, chest rising shallow, boots motionless now. Her hand slipped through the referee’s fingers and fell, collapsing against her side with a soft thud.

“She’s out!”

The official immediately tapped Gabriel on the shoulder, voice sharp. “ Break the hold! Let her breathe!”

[Hagen-Autem]

The queen's eyes widened when Steele's hand fell for the third time, slipping from the referee's grasp as if there were not a trace of that impressive cosmic force. However, the queen was tired of letting the actors go only to have them repay her vehemence with a surprise blow. But Steele didn't seem like the type to play dead. But the possibilities are endless! Nevertheless, the referee helped her decide by shouting at her to let her go because, of course, this was serious!

The queen narrowed her eyes at this fellow, closed her thighs, and released her opponent so that he calmed down a bit, letting the pinkette's head fall onto her lap, allowing her to rest comfortably while the match continued.

Because the heroine was now open to whatever the villain wanted. Tragic and captivatingly perfect for the blonde's plan.

The queen bit her lips, borrowed her victim's face with both hands. While the audience bit their nails, Gabriel caressed the cheeks of the prodigy of justice with her thumbs, and while the world screamed for Steele not to stay down for the fantasies of that blonde, the queen appreciated every second of that pacified body, admiring how breath filled the Agent of Order's lungs again, and how ill-fitting Nova's body was. Finding something sexy in her vulnerability.

Without further ado, she let out a beautiful laugh and bent down to kiss Nova on the forehead, gently squeezing her cheekbones with her fingers. then slid her lips over her nose, reaching Nova's mouth, feeling the heroine's weak breath, and gave her a second inverted kiss, this one to pump all her breath into her lungs to help her breathe.

The British woman would cover the heroine's nose with two fingers! and keep blowing her breath into her so that it doesn't get worse. Although the blonde doesn't want her to come back too soon, just wants to set the pace for her recovery.

If the queen remained in control of this situation, she would remove her thighs from the space under Nova's head and move forward with her desires. With a charming snap of their lips, she would break the gesture, tuck all her hair behind her back, and then slide her wicked body on top of Nova's.

The heroine's head would be carefully rested on the canvas as the queen crossed over her, heading for her knees. Gabriel's nose flowed between her breasts, fogging Steele's cleavage with her breath, though still not touching her skin. The blonde's hands rested on either side of Nova's waist; her knees would also part, indulging in the pleasure of writhing over the body of a dazed Steele.

Her bust, her waist, even her skirt would carelessly brush against Nova. Controlling her own breathing so as not to disturb her further. The queen would unroll her tongue felinely, and with a slide, she caressed Steele's skin, following this woman's breath, arching her own body in the act of savouring her. Gabbie would take her tongue inside to appreciate the salty taste, and it was much better than she thought. She continues to crawl, advancing one hand and one knee theatrically. She traced that beautiful skin again with her tongue, crossing between Nova's bare abs, taking a long journey, and appreciating the sensation that the delight brings to her mouth. With another stroke, the queen would cross the tip of her tongue over Nova's navel.

By that point, Steele's head would be between the queen's curvy thighs. Gabriel's hips dangerously suspended over her face, while the queen's hands rested on Nova's knees to support herself as she quickly sat down, not on Steele's face, but on her chest. Her hands slid between those wide legs, tightly wrapping around Nova's thighs to tuck them under each arm, and without further ado, if there was no force to stop her, they would turn.

The audience knew immediately what the Queen wanted, because she ended up seated on the mat, with Steele prostrate with her chest on Gabbie's legs, as her bottom floated unprotected in front of the beautiful smile full of perfect teeth of the Queen of Chaos. The sovereign kiss position!

"Wake up, my titan," Gabriel joked, casting an unhappy glance at the back of Steele's neck, while her tongue traced the stretch of spandex responsible for defending the agent of order's crotch.

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[Parker]

Nova’s body gave no resistance, no spark of the heroine who had fought so furiously earlier. Her chest rose and fell shallow, gently, the rhythm uneven from the time spent starved of air. Sweat had plastered her hair against her brow and cheeks, pink strands darkening to a richer hue, clinging stubbornly to her skin. Her brow no longer furrowed, her lips no longer pulled taut, she looked peaceful in her slumber. Beautiful in her helplessness.

When Gabriel cradled her face and kissed her forehead, her features twitched faintly, a reflex without awareness, her lips parted slightly as if her body instinctively tried to draw in the breath being offered. The gentle push of air into her lungs made her ribs expand, her body reacting in slow, fragile waves. Even so, her arms lay slack, palms splayed uselessly against the mat, fingers curling faintly before falling still again.

Her head lolled easily in the villainess’s hands, cheek pressed limply against her palm as Gabriel’s lips traveled down her face. The faint warmth against her mouth drew the barest sigh from Nova, unbidden and weak, her body accepting air and nothing more. She remained pliant, her weight heavy against the blonde’s lap, her legs bent awkwardly at the knees where Gabriel shifted her.

When Gabriel slid her body over her, Nova’s torso shifted with the brush of fabric and flesh, her stomach muscles twitching lightly under the slick of sweat where the tongue traced her abs and navel. The twitch was instinct, not struggle, her body reacting to stimulus even while her mind remained locked away in dark haze. Her boots scuffed weakly against the mat once, then stilled, toes pointing outward in quiet defeat.

It wasn’t until Gabriel hoisted and rolled her over, tugging her legs into place, that Nova gave any real stir. A groan, low and faint, slipped from her lips, her chest tightening as the motion jostled her back into fragile semi-awareness. Her head lolled to the side as her hind quarters were lifted up, pressing her cheek to the mat. The crowd could see it: the heroine was all but limp, her body pliant in Gabriel’s hands, her famed strength smothered into a pacified shell and now in a more dangerous position than ever.

“Uhn…” The sound spilled from her throat as her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused. The heat of Gabriel’s breath ghosting across her thighs sent a shiver rippling through her frame, her body betraying her before her mind even caught up. When the queen’s tongue pressed along the thin strip of spandex protecting her most vulnerable spot, Nova’s breath caught sharp, then broke into a breathless moan that filled the hushed arena.

Her arms stretched out weakly, hands pawing at the canvas as though she could crawl herself away. Fingers dragged useless lines across the mat. Her body shifted, hips wriggling in Gabriel’s grasp, boots waving as her legs kicked faintly, more instinct than strength, her famed power reduced to little more than tremors in the Queen’s hold as she struggled to recover from her awakening.

[Hagen-Autem]

The queen had just begun this game.

Her hands sank into Nova's thighs, clasping them possessively under each arm, smirking at this heroine's pitiful attempts to crawl away—Vinlee positioned herself to be a difficult block to drag, and Steele no longer possessed that overwhelming power, at least for now. Steele's hips trembled in front of that mouth, and instead of persuading her captor, it caused Gabriel to stretch her lips to kiss her crotch, moistened by sweat and heat. The blonde was not merciful—she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the game, twisting her head from side to side like a screw, pressing her mouth against Steele's entrance. Interested in stealing another moan from the cosmic heroine.

Each of Gabriel's legs rose above Nova's shoulders and landed in front of each of the heroine's biceps to hook each of her arms and bring them back to the victim's sides.

The flexibility of her hips allowed Gabriel to position Nova's arms as she wished, without compromising herself, and if it worked, she would then pin Nova's arms to her ribs with a bodyscissor!

That low peck was her first push in a series. Opening her eyes, the queen already seemed drunk. She sank her fingers into Nova's legs, kneading those powerful quadriceps, and plunged back into sleep, opening and closing her mouth to kiss that still-clothed pussy once, twice, even three times, stretching the spandex. inside and outside her mouth, rummaging through the Agent of Order's uniform, but without finishing the job, giving it the task of defending Steele as best it could!

However, though she loved doing this to her opponents, her impulses were not driven solely by her hedonism. There was a more interesting idea pulling her strings: her suspicion regarding the behaviour of her heroic opponent: since they began, Gabriel had noticed a suspicious blush on Steele's cheeks. She assumed it was due to the heroine's very discreet sadism, but that hypothesis didn't quite gel... it seemed like something else to her. And she wanted to find out how far she was from discovering a possible weakness to exploit.

Her head increasingly passionate thrusts to penetrate her, licking deeper and deeper.

She didn't just want to play with that suspicious weakness.

Her powerful tongue began to sting, coiled like a spear and stretched that leotard into Nova.

The Royal Viper wanted to expose her!

If she had managed to get a good position, the queen would wiggle her jaw up and down, raising and lowering her head like a tide, tracing enormous sieges with her tongue on that pussy, making sure to press all the nerves on Nova's clit. The spandex would still be in the way, defending Steele's dignity, although that barrier would not be insurmountable for the queen for long.

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[Parker]

Nova’s body jolted the moment Gabriel’s lips pressed down, the sudden spark traveling up her hips and arching her spine against the mat. A soft gasp slipped free before she could choke it down, her arms straining as Gabriel's heels dragged them back across the mat, intending to capture them completely. Nova squirmed, snaking one arm free, reaching out as far as she could for the distant ropes but they might as well had been lightyears away. When the blonde’s legs closed in, one of her arms was pinned snug to her body. The bodyscissor cinched tight, holding her in place no matter how much her legs tried to kick against the canvas.

Her face flushed crimson, heat radiating across her cheekbones even as sweat beaded along her brow. Every twitch of Gabriel’s mouth over her uniform sent tremors rolling through her abdomen, the pressure so precise that Nova’s body betrayed her with little jerks and sighs. She twisted her head from side to side, teeth gritted, trying to will herself back into focus.

But Gabriel’s pace was suffocating. Nova’s fingers clawed uselessly at the mat, shoulders squirming beneath the blonde’s weight, yet the more she struggled the tighter the coils seemed to lock around her. The pinkette’s chest rose and fell unevenly, breath hitching with every teasing shift of lips and tongue across fabric, every press against nerves she couldn’t defend.

Her legs bent at the knees and pushed at the floor, but there was nowhere to go. Every movement only seemed to draw her closer into Gabriel’s rhythm, the tide she couldn’t stop. Her voice cracked out in a muffled moan, the sound carrying a note of frustration as much as it did surrender.

Cheek ground to the canvas, Nova’s eyes fluttered half-closed, the bright shimmer dulled to a hazy glaze. Her body refused to obey the commands of her mind—what began as frantic resistance had softened into restless squirms, her hips rocking against Gabriel’s mouth in motions that betrayed how badly she craved the very pressure breaking her down. Each shift was less about escape and more about leaning into the villain’s rhythm, her back arching in a guilty plea for more.

A moan slipped out, raw and unguarded, spilling warmth across the hushed space between them. The sound was drenched in contradiction: the shame of a heroine pinned and the desperate hunger of someone secretly savoring it. Her fingers curled against the mat as though she could claw the moment away, yet her thighs trembled, subtly parting as if to invite the queen in deeper.

Her mind burned with panic and yearning in equal measure. This is wrong… I can’t… I shouldn’t… The thoughts chased themselves like lightning, but each was swallowed by a darker truth: that she wanted this. That she was exactly where she had no business being, helpless under Gabriel, smothered by her dominance, and hungering for the villain to strip away the last fragile barrier of dignity.

Her costume, once her proud emblem of resilience, now felt like a cruel restraint. The spandex that shielded her was the one thing holding her back from the surrender she secretly longed for. With each taunting kiss and probing push from Gabriel, it became harder to imagine fighting free. Harder to imagine wanting to.

Pinned, trembling, flushed and undone, Nova was no longer just the Heroine she claimed to be. In Gabriel’s grip, she was a woman on the cusp of giving in entirely, aching for the villainess to stop toying with her and make her defeat absolute.