Playing A (Super)Villain - Black Swan vs Nova Steele

[ADarlingDucky]

After finally dropping her hold on the heavyweight and letting Nova's arms slip free of her camel clutch, Swan would keep her grip on Nova and use it to haul the weary wrestler back up to her feet, hoisting her aloft before snatching up her wrist once more. This time, it wasn't used for a submission, but to take hold of Nova and swing her around, forcing the heavyweight to build momentum that she couldn't hope to control, before she'd release the heroine and send her rushing to the corner of the ring. Nova's momentum carried her all the way there while keeping her feet underneath her, but once she hit the buckles, Swan was close behind, leaping towards her to close the distance. In a flash, their two frames would collide with one another, Nova squashed up against unmoving post behind her as Swan's chest and hers smushed together, Swan only further trying to take the air out of her sails!

The luchadora hit hard, but while she might have been able to step back and let Nova simply sink to the mat, she'd keep herself nice and close. Once her feet touched the canvas once more, she'd step in and get up nice and close, her chest pushing up against Nova's as the taller woman's head drooped onto her shoulder, taking the heavyweight and keeping her upright. It wasn't something she was doing to be kind, however, as the self-made agent of chaos, pushing up against Nova once more, would lean in, her cheek gently pressing into her opponent's, as she nipped at her ear. She'd pull back just a bit, however, to look Nova in the eyes as she spoke her next words, a devilish smile on her face while she did so.

"I don't want you to bend... I want you to break." Swan's body shifted forwards again, this time as she forced a leg between Nova's, rubbing her thigh up hard against the heroine's groin. Swan began to push herself up hard against her foe, in a powerful grind, each movement a primal meeting of their bodies as the masked wrestler made sure to keep her grinding her leg up further between Nova's, forcing her thighs apart to make room for her own. It seemed as though she were trying to press herself into Nova in an attempt to eliminate all room between them, working her foe up into a frenzy, but before Nova could really enjoy the position too much... Swan would change it!

"Come here hero, let's see you break!" She declared with glee, as she yanked Nova out of the corner, roughly pulling her to the center of the ring before sliding behind her! With a swiftness meant to catch her foe off guard, Swan would swap from pleasure to pain, as she slipped her leg around Nova's, her body wrapping up and around her opponent as she suddenly wrapped her arms around her foe's shoulders, suddenly wrenching back and pulling Nova into a tight abdominal stretch, flexing her core in the center of the ring!

[Parker]

Nova felt Swan’s chest mash into hers, the smaller woman’s frame deceptively firm, her own head dropping helplessly onto Swan’s shoulder. The heat of their closeness, the unrelenting fullness of their bodies pressed together, made her wheeze raggedly, each breath stolen rather than found. Swan’s cheek deliberately pressed against her skin, her teeth nipping at the curve of her ear, and a violent shudder raced down Nova’s spine.

Her breath hitched at the whisper that followed. Swan’s words slithered into her head and made something coil tight in her stomach. Nova wanted to reject it, to throw her off. But the awful truth pressed deeper: a part of her wanted exactly what Swan promised.

Her legs trembled as Swan’s thigh forced its way between hers. Her knees clamped together in a reflexive, panicked shield, only for the luchadora’s grinding pressure to steal their way in, prying them apart inch by inch. Her thighs yielded with a slow, shameful moan, her body riding each powerful stroke with a mixture of desperate satisfaction and visible self-disgust. Her lip caught between her teeth, the heroine sagged heavier into the buckles, her hips betraying her by rolling into Swan’s rhythm.

Her hands twitched and fumbled against the ropes, trembling fingers tightening around them not to escape but to anchor herself. She clung as though the ropes might hold her together where her willpower failed. Her face flushed hot, strands of hair sticking to her damp cheeks as her brow furrowed in frustration, even as a smile flickered across her lips, faint, guilty, and utterly damning.

Her body said what her pride could not: Nova was leaning in, wanting the closeness she should have resisted, crumbling by inches in Swan’s grasp.

She wanted to resist. She wanted to shove Swan off, to shove away the heat and the temptation clawing at her chest. But instead, her body refused, lulled by the press and the primal rhythm of Swan’s grind. For one treacherous instant, Nova gave herself over to it… until Swan’s arms ripped her from the corner with a violent yank.

“Nnnghh!”

Nova stumbled, legs tangling beneath her as Swan slid in behind. Still dazed, still caught between shame and need, she never braced for the change. Pleasure shattered in a heartbeat, replaced by biting pain as Swan’s leg hooked hers apart, arms wrenching her shoulders back in one smooth coil. Nova cried out, the sound raw, torn from her throat as her body was bent into the abdominal stretch.

Her chest surged with heavy, ragged breaths, each inhale a shudder as sweat ran down her temples and across the swell of her sternum. The strain arched her frame wide and exposed, her ribs splayed, her thighs pried apart to showcase her helplessness. Swan’s grip felt merciless, but her closeness made it even worse, every twist of her body against Nova’s left the heroine writhing, caught between torment and something shamefully intoxicating.

Through the anguish, Nova’s lips parted, quivering into the ghost of a smile, delirious, vulnerable, betraying her. She hated it. She loved it. Her pride twisted in knots while her body melted into the hold, broadcasting her weakness for everyone, especially Swan, to see.

[ADarlingDucky]

The way that Swan pressed into Nova's body was not borne out of any benefit it might have in the wrestling ring, no secret technique to grind air out of the opponent or setup for a move that required getting in nice and close. Instead, it was a simple and raw display of power, as she pushed herself onto Nova and forced their bodies together, grinding up against her as she leaned into Nova's body, letting her lips dance around her opponent's neck and cheek, while her leg forced it's way up between Nova's thighs. She could feel the power that the heroine possessed, and had felt more than enough of it earlier, to know that Nova was not using it. And that was for a very simple reason, one that Swan was overjoyed to have found, and one that she would take advantage of as she peeled the heavyweight out of the corner, leading her into the center of the ring before wrapping her up in an abdominal stretch!

From behind Nova, Swan could feel her opponent's body trembling against her own, and as she really cinched in the hold, twisting Nova's upper body until she could peer into her eyes, she watching the woman's expression shift. Swan liked how Nova responded to her, the luchadora's touch bringing about the will to submit from the bigger woman, something that she very much enjoyed. And with Nova's character having made such a spectacle of the show, it was up to Swan now to play the part of the seductive villain, something she did with glee.

Her hips began to shift, slowly grinding against Nova's body, and it would become noticeable to Nova as well as the crowd, Swan rubbing up against her opponent's rear end, while she used her arms to twist Nova around a bit more, before a single hand would come to Nova's chin. Swan would make sure Nova was gazing deeply into her eyes, like a serpent hypnotizing it's prey, and as she did so, Swan got closer and closer and closer, before...

"You're all mine now, hero..." The luchadora trailed off, as she suddenly leaned in and captured Nova's mouth with her own, pressing her lips tight to the captive heavyweight, as she took Nova into a passionate kiss! Her lips hungrily taste her opponent's, and not only that, her tongue would invade her opponent's mouth, wrestling Nova's down and taking control over it, as Swan fully took control. The kiss weakened her grip on her submission, but as she shared this intimate moment with the hero, she somehow doubted that Nova would take advantage of it!

[Parker]

Nova’s body strained in Swan’s hold, muscles burning as her torso was twisted wide, but the pain wasn’t what stole her breath. It was Swan. The masked woman’s chest pressed flush to her side, hips grinding with deliberate rhythm, the steady friction molding along her backside. The pain and the closeness blended into something dangerous, something she hated herself for wanting.

“Nnnhhh… gghhh…” Nova groaned, but the sound was more ragged plea than defiance.

When Swan’s fingers caught her chin and turned her face, Nova’s heart lurched. She tried to avert her gaze, tried not to drown in the gleam of that villain’s eyes, but once caught, she couldn’t look away. Her lips pressed tight, a last flicker of pride resisting the inevitable.

Then Swan claimed her.

The kiss was sudden, hungry, and it stole the breath right from Nova’s lungs. Her lips quivered, trembling against Swan’s desperate in her defiance. Her eyelids dropped as she let out a soft, pitiful groan, muffled in their mouths. Swan’s tongue bumped and teased against her taut lips but little by little, as it swept across them, Nova’s will to hold them back seemed to fade. The heroine twisted, struggling in the hold just before the moment her lips parted in guilty surrender. A muffled moan escaped her throat as Swan’s tongue slid into her mouth, wresting control with the same dominance her body already suffered in the stretch.

Nova sagged deeper into Swan’s embrace, her chest rising and falling against her captor’s rhythm. The crowd’s roar dimmed into a haze as heat rushed up her neck, flushing her face crimson. Her hands twitched at her sides, caught between pushing away and clinging closer, before they went slack altogether.

Her thighs quivered, spreading helplessly with the pressure of Swan’s leg hooked against hers, every motion betraying her. Her head willingly tilted back further into the kiss, the heroine’s breath pouring out in soft, shaky moans she couldn’t choke down.

She hated that she wanted it, hated how easily she melted under Swan’s touch. But as the masked temptress kissed her deeper, twisting her body and stealing her will in full view of the crowd, Nova couldn’t deny the truth: she was breaking. And part of her… was grateful for it.

[ADarlingDucky]

Slipping her body around Nova's, Swan had exerted a manner of control over the heroine that might have been surprising to many given the way Nova had thrown her around, but the luchadora was wise to Nova's secret, and now there was leverage that she had over her that would help her maintain this position. Namely, the knowledge that pushing Nova in such scandalous ways was bound to leave her only growing weaker and weaker, and the moment that their lips met, Swan's tongue boldly invading her mouth, she could feel the hero's resistance slipping away. Nova relaxed into her, body slumping into Swan's as the luchadora took over the match, the agent of chaos leaving her larger opponent utterly melting against her. It was quite an empowering feeling, but while she held onto her foe, it became clear that she wasn't going to get a submission from Nova, when the heroine was too busy enjoying herself!

After what seemed like ages, Swan would finally, slowly, break from Nova, giving her one last little nip on her lower lip as she did so, before her focus would shift towards her next action, as she suddenly pushed Nova apart from herself! However, as she did so, the masked woman would reach out and snatch hold of her wrist, creating a tether that Swan could use to keep Nova close, which Swan quickly used to spin Nova around and reel her back in!

"Now you're mine, hero!" Swan smiled with glee, and as Nova moved back towards her, the luchadora would suddenly leap up, using her grip on Nova's arm to yank her in as the luchadora jumped up and wrapped her legs around Nova's head, landing on her back and yanking her into a triangle choke!

Spoiler

"Go ahead and submit hero! Let the chaos overwhelm you! Show everyone that justice can't hold a canlde to the might of pure anarchy!" Swan's thick thighs would squeeze tight as they encircled Nova's head, and the luchadora would keep a firm grip on the heavyweight's arm to keep her pulled tight where she was! It was looking as though Swan was going to look to crush the fight completely out of Nova, and if she wasn't able to pull together any form of resistance, she'd likely be stuck between Swan's thighs until she could no longer handle it!

[Parker]

Black Swan’s abdominal stretch could have been devastating if she’d chosen to make it so. The angle was perfect, the leverage hers to exploit. But instead of wrenching the hold to its limit, she eased the pressure, using it not to break Nova’s body, but to own it. The tension in her arms became less about force and more about command, a sculptor shaping her opponent’s defiance.

Nova’s body arched under her, breath coming in sharp bursts. The heroine’s muscles strained, her power evident even in restraint. Under normal circumstances, a hold this loose would have been child’s play for her to escape. But Swan wasn’t wrestling for control of limbs; she was claiming control of focus.

The bump of hips, the brush of skin, the closeness of their breathing, that was the real trap. Swan’s free hand ghosted along Nova’s side, tracing the taut lines of strength beneath the heroine’s gear. Then came her kiss, heated and deliberate. A slow, claiming press of lips that stole the breath from Nova’s mouth just as surely as any chokehold could. The crowd’s noise fell away in that instant, the world narrowing to heat and heartbeat. Nova’s fingers clenched, trembling, torn between the instinct to shove free and the disorienting pull of the moment.

Her will wavered, her thoughts splintering into static as Swan’s lips curved into a smile against hers. The luchadora’s hand tightened along Nova’s midsection, drawing her in a fraction closer, turning the stretch into something that blurred the line between punishment and possession.

Black Swan finally loosened the stretch, her palms gliding away from Nova’s frame as though guiding a partner out of a waltz. The luchadora didn’t so much release the heroine as unwind her, turning, pivoting, and drawing her around in a smooth spiral that looked choreographed rather than combative. Then, with a sudden twist, Swan pushed Nova back only to catch her by the wrist, the grip snapping tight. The masked woman’s laughter carried just over the roar of the crowd.

In one seamless leap, she coiled upward, legs swinging over Nova’s shoulders before gravity pulled them both down, Swan on her back, Nova trapped in a textbook triangle choke. The ropes shook from the impact.

The pressure clamped in fast. Nova’s world narrowed to the mat and the pounding in her ears as Swan’s legs cinched tighter, every breath a battle. Her hands planted against the canvas, searching for leverage, muscles straining against the pull that threatened to drag her under. She remained then, awkwardly bent, arm twitching as she felt the pressure crushing her. At first, her mind invited the feeling, the helplessness, the impending defeat.

The pain slowly worked to clear her fogged thoughts like a slap of cold water, though. Eyes flickering with the life Swan’s affections had sapped from her. She shifted her stance, one boot finding the mat, then the other, forcing her knees beneath her despite the screaming in her lungs. The crowd’s chant built with every inch she rose. Swan tried to tighten the hold, but Nova kept lifting, the veins standing out in her arms and neck as she hauled the smaller woman off the floor.

With a choked cry, Nova straightened completely, managing to heft Black Swan completely up onto her shoulders. Then she let gravity do the rest, leaning forward to swing both women down towards the canvas.

[ADarlingDucky]

Fun as it might have been to hold Nova in her abdominal stretch for several more minutes, playing with the heavyweight's body and testing all the various little stimuli and what they caused Nova to do in response, Swan figured she wasn't getting a submission that way. Only causing her foe to sink further into her, which, while quite entertaining, wasn't going to win her this match! So the gears were shifted, and with a sudden movement, Swan would push Nova out, spinning her away while keeping a grip on one of her limbs to ensure that she didn't get too much distance between herself and the luchadora. That let her reel the heavyweight back in, and with one swift motion, Swan would leap up and wrap her arms around Nova's neck, pulling the pink haired wrestler down with her as she dropped to the mat, locking in a triangle choke as she went!

It was quite the athletic feat, but the moment the two hit the ground, it became a show of pure leg strength, as Swan began to coil her lower body around Nova and quickly constrict the woman from any possible breathing she could manage! When Nova began to sink down to the canvas, Swan would tighten her grip further, a smile on her face as she stared down at the woman in her clutches, making sure she knew who was on top, and who was in control. And now all that was left was to wait for either Nova to tap out, or go to sleep.

...Or at least, that's what should have been the case.

But the heroine of justice wasn't tapping out, and she wasn't passing out. Instead, she was slowly shifting herself, getting one boot on the canvas before the other followed it, building a base as she began to rise, standing up in spite of Swan's legs around her. And then, in one sudden motion, she'd pull herself all the way back up, bringing Swan with her in a terrifying show of power, hefting the luchadora high into the air in spite of her chokehold!

"Nnngh! What the... Just submit hero, or- NNNGAHGH!" Swan was stopped in the midst of her words as Nova would finish her counter by swinging Swan down, the pair of them dropping hard to the mat, with the masked wrestler hitting back-first! All at once, the impact would drive the air out of Swan's body, and far more importantly, leave all of her limbs going slack, legs relaxing and hands no longer gripping Nova's arm, letting her go free!

[Parker]

The ring shuddered with the crash of bodies, a symphony of impact and breath. For a moment, all sound blurred into the deep hum of the crowd, the faint squeal of the ropes, and the twin rhythm of exhausted lungs drawing air.

Nova had collapsed beside Black Swan, her chest rising and falling with deliberate steadiness as her mind fought through the lingering haze. Her heart still raced from the prolonged holds the luchadora had indulged in their closeness, not just from the lack of air, but from the commanding pull Swan had found she had.

“Pull yourself together Cass…” she murmured softly, words meant only for herself spoken in a breath. The world swam in light and noise, but the heroine forced herself upright, every muscle coiling beneath her skin as she steadied on shaking arms. She couldn’t afford to stay down now, not when her opponent seemed to understand just how vulnerable she could be.

Sweat shimmered across Nova’s sculpted shoulders and along the lines of her abdomen. The pink in her hair caught the arena lights, glowing faintly like embers caught in motion. Across from her, Swan was sprawled out, brown hair splayed like ink over the mat dressed in her reds and blacks, the sharp contrast between the two women as vivid as night and dawn.

Nova’s lips parted, her breath catching in a slow exhale. Then, with effort that drew a cheer from the crowd, she began to crawl around her fallen opponent, steady, determined, every motion slow but full of purpose. When she reached her shoulders, the heroine pivoted on her knee, throwing a powerful thigh over Black Swan’s head to plant her knee beside her. With an exhausted slump, Nova dropped her weight down over top of the luchadora’s face, shifting her hips to sink her opponent snuggly in between her cheeks.

The unlikely move from the Cosmic Heroine elicited a roar of excitement from the crowd, their acceptance serving to embolden her as she straightened up, trying to maintain composure through the fatigue. It felt good to have Swan nestled there, to feel the warmth of her skin and the heat of her breath between her legs. She swallowed hard and pushed back her blush as she put a palm to one of the villainess’s breasts, using it as a handhold to steady herself as she grew back her fist.

Nova didn’t gloat. Her face despite the rise in color appeared calm, eyes half-lidded but focused, strands of pink clinging to her cheeks. She adjusted her balance as her fingers curled into a fist

“Not finished yet,” she murmured, voice low but steady, the tone of someone who meant every word.

Her fists clenched. She drew one back and brought it down, the sharp thump of knuckles to the luchadora’s toned abdomen, the meaty impact echoing off the canvas. Swan’s stomach rippled under the impact. Another hit followed, and another, each one punctuated by Nova’s sharp breaths, effort and precision bound together.

Every strike was clean and decisive, but never wild. Nova’s movements carried the control of a hero who refused to lose composure even when running on fumes. Sweat beaded and slid down her temple, tracing a path along her neck before falling to the mat below.

[ADarlingDucky]

Swan had been sure that Nova was finished. After having the heroine nearly melt against her in the ultimate show of submissiveness following her abdominal stretch, Swan had figured that a triangle choke on the lovedrunk heroine would have left her completely out cold, or having submitted to the agent of chaos. Instead, Nova had seemed to summon superhuman strength as she began to get her feet underneath her, building a base that allowed her to rise up, and ever so slowly bring Swan along with her, in spite of the ongoing choke! Swan held for as long as she could, but that would all end when finally, Nova would bring them both crashing to the mat as she swung the masked woman down as hard as possible, slamming her to the canvas with a sudden impromptu powerbomb, one that caused Swan's submission hold to almost immediately dissolve!

Swan was in the midst of trying to blink the stars out of her eyes when she noticed Nova moving, a slow crawl that brought the busty heavyweight towards her head, drawing closer and closer. But it was when her opponent suddenly stopped and swung a leg over her head, positioning her plump behind directly over Swan's face, that the luchadora's eyes grow wide, as Nova's thick ass came to hover directly over her face. She had seen this far too often, and put other wrestlers in this position herself, enough to know exactly what was coming!

"Wait, wa- Mmmmmph!" Swan's protests were stopped short when the larger woman promptly sat down, settling onto the masked woman and wedging Swan's face between her cheeks, as she took her place on a reverse facesit. The crowd erupted in cheers, applauding the scandalous move being performed by a woman who seemed not the type to do so, and the sight of Swan's face buried in Nova's would be one that wouldn't soon be forgotten! Swan, for her part, was completely in the dark, only able to feel it when Nova placed a hand on her breast, squishing her boob slightly as she used it to straighten herself up!

"Mmmph... MMMPGH!" Swan's low groans into Nova's big rear end were suddenly raised in volume as the heavyweight atop her postured up, before swinging her hand down, driving her fist directly into Swan's unprotected abdomen! With no way to know the punch was coming, Nova's fist sank into Swan's soft, unprotected tummy, causing her limbs to jerk and her to let out a gasp into Nova's rear!

The punches continued to rain down, however, and each one would cause Swan to recoil on impact, hot breaths of air exhaled on Nova's thick cheeks as her face was pushed deeper into her foe's rear as her head tried to lift up, leaving her thoroughly smothered, and with the air quickly being pounded out of her!

[Parker]

Nova loomed large over Black Swan. Sweat sheened and glowing under the arena lights. Her pink hair hung wild around her neck and shoulders, a disheveled mane that had long its straightness throughout the match as both victor and victim in exchanges. Her body ached, a guilty reminder that she had moments prior been willing to sit forever in her opponent's clutches and simply be defeated.

Now, perched on top of the villainess, it was she who was in control, locked in her seat atop Swan’s face, her hips squared and her base steady as she rode out her opponent’s desperate thrashing. The crowd’s noise rose around them in waves, half cheers, half disbelief, but Nova barely heard it. Her entire focus was on the struggling body beneath her, every muscle taut with effort.

Swan bucked once, twice, trying to twist her way free, but Nova’s balance didn’t falter. She adjusted her stance mid-motion, tightening her thighs and leaning forward, using her weight to smother the momentum before it could build. Her breath came out sharp through her nose as she steadied herself again, eyes narrowing in concentration.

Then the hammering began.

While her punches lacked the raw, unbridled power they held at the match’s start, each meaty smack of her knuckles into Black Swan’s unprotected belly still found their way to sink deep into her. This was the makings of the end for the soldier of chaos. Smothered beneath the weight of Justice and pummeled into submission.

"You’re done for.." she huffed between breaths, her voice unsteady but fierce. Swan’s body flexed under her, gasping from the pressure, and Nova could feel the fight still burning there, that stubborn refusal to stay down. It only made her press harder. She shifted slightly, her palm pushing down into the soft bloom of her breast, forcing her opponent flat again before delivering another tight series of body shots that sank deep into the woman’s core.
Her own body glistened under the lights, sweat tracing down the curve of her back as she exhaled through clenched teeth. Each hit sent a tremor through Swan’s frame, the sort that sent a jolt enough to rock her whole body. She had ignored it at first, the bump of Swan’s features against her body. She could feel her labored breath, the warmth of it between her legs. Each punch meant to debilitate her opponent only seemed to make it worse as her efforts slowed gradually, with the last punch falling soft as she rested her knuckles against the woman.

Hunched forward, she let out a ragged breath, color blooming in her cheeks as she felt the heat inside her rise. Her fist withdrew, climbed its way back to Swan’s other breast, grasping hold to give both a squeeze. Not for balance or a handhold, but to feel her soft, pillowly body mold itself against her fingers.

She bit her lip, head hung low as she let her hands grope and caress, shifting her hips, slight at first until she found the sensation she longed for… She rolled her body, grinding against the luchadora. Light at first, but soon it ramped in force to oppressive as the heroine not only used her face as a seat, but a means to please herself. She shuddered a moan. Guilty but shameless

"Where is your fight now...?" She rasped ot through heated labored breathes. Leaning her weight down on the other woman. She wanted to lower herself down, be something feral and carnal as she rode this woman, but she managed to keep herself somewhat upright as she claimed her face and chest. Her thumbs greedily pressed against the fabric of her top, feeling her where her body perked beneath it to circle the tips of her thumbs over it.