Just A Taste - Part 1 (Keira Robinson vs Daeva Asphodel [D])

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All the sounds and physical reactions Keira was getting from Daeva told her everything she needed to know. She was on the right track, and the woman trapped beneath her was loving it. Keira's intent was to keep her guessing on what was coming next, all of it a little appetizer, but the response was just what she was hoping for; proof of her claiming control.

There was, of course, still that awareness that Daeva might possibly be... not faking, exactly, but enjoying her position while biding her time for the right moment to make a move. But in her current position and angle, Keira was less concerned about a possible counterattack than she otherwise would be; Daeva would either have to somehow flip herself onto her back, or otherwise start standing up. In either case, it wouldn't be a surprise. She wasn't going to be caught off-guard.

All things considered, though, Keira was coming to realize that she might need to change things up herself anyway. As much as she'd love to stay like this all night, an appetizer like this wasn't going to win her the match. The trick then became how to do so without giving her partner an opening to crawl away. She continued the teasing with alternting slaps, kisses, and nibbles, until an idea came to her.

She'd wait for the right moment, mid-moan, for example, and release the pressure her legs were putting on Daeva's head. Quickly, she'd reposition so her legs were hooked underneath Daeva's arms, From there, it was a simple matter to roll the pair over, Keira now on her back with her partner's back pressing down on her. Then, before Daeva could figure out what was going on, Keira would sit herself up, bending Daeva's body over in the process so her neck was flat on the mat, her arms trapped underneath Keira's legs - and her own legs spread wide open, practically begging Keira to slip her tongue inside! And she would, after leaning forwards so Daeva could see the devilish grin on her face.

That is, if all went according to plan.

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It would, and oh, was it marvelous! Daeva locked eyes with the woman who has so skillfully maneuvered her into such a freaky position as she descended upon her. Gasping with dangerous relief as her tongue plundered her once more. She was getting more of what she craved, and every second that passed made the concept of escape feel more like a four letter word. Keira was so observant and tuned in! When she hit a good spot, she'd know it. Mainly because Daeva wouldn't be able to keep it quiet. She'd press the attack, coming just short of...Sweet Satan, yes!

Keira was tickling at it now. She wasn't there just yet, didn't know to maintain contact, but it wouldn't be long before she figured it out. And that tongue was already flooding her with those feel-good chemicals as it was.

The time for enduring was over. She has to make a move now. This position still wasn't ideal, but it was one that she had been in before, minus the cunnilingus; Elina loves her powerbombs. And while the move she had in mind didn't work against her when they sparred -- she was too strong -- but it would against Jaclyn. Maybe it'll work here too...

Daeva would chamber her legs, then kick out, seeking to roll back to create some distance when she did it, and figure it out from there, depending on how Keira moved.

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Keira couldn't deny, she enjoyed this position a degree more than the last. Daeva's ass was juicy and plump and sweet, but there was a little something extra in the act when she could look into her partner's eyes as she went about her work. And she very much liked what she saw, almost as much as Daeva was enjoying what she felt! Keira almost wished their positions were reversed. Again, almost. Perhaps later - a little post-match prize she could work for. But not something to be asking for mid-match, not when she had a point to score.

Overconfidence was not on Keira's mind any longer; she'd underestimated Daeva once and paid for it, and would not make that mistake again. That said, she did not expect Daeva to summon up the willpower to kick her way out of her position. When her legs withdrew, Keira's eyes took notice, but there simply wasn't time to pull her tongue out and reposition to hold the trap. She was pushed away, onto her back, while Daeva rolled the other way, getting the distance she'd been hoping for.

Keira propped herself up on her elbows with a sigh that said 'that's frustrating but I can't help but be impressed'. She had to keep up her pressure though, not let the other woman even think about turning the tables.

"Not deep enough for you?" she whined with faux sadness as she got to her feet. She added a pouty lip for good measure. "You could have just begged, you didn't need to run away!"

She charged forwards, hoping to pounce right back on top of Daeva before she could stand up or dodge out of the way. There was a fair gap between them now, but she had to be at least a little hobbled by the pleasured haze she'd just been under. And even if she got close, she had to watch for a counter-attack... or had she just taken Daeva's bait?

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...Emilia did not factor the sheer power of coital headiness into her thoughts there. In fact, she hadn't factored it into how it would affect her through physically intensive competition, period. She was so sure that she would be able to get through it with pure willpower.

No amount of willpower would kick the amount cumahol she had in her system. Daeva kicked out. Executed her roll. But it was sloppy. The recovery was all wrong; she was stumbled as she rose, allowing Keira the time she needed to bring her weight down on her. It went just right for her; her balance was off to the rear. Perfect for the Lou Thesz she went with.

Moments ago, she would have absolutely zero problems with this, whatsoever. And outside of the competitive sense, that was still true. Who, besides maybe the prissiest of Dominants, would mind lying underneath such a beautiful, curvaceous woman?

But that competitive instinct was taking the reins again. She was no jobber, and she'll be damned if she gets mistaken for one.

"I...do not...beg!" Daeva grunted, flashing her pearly white, razor sharp fangs as she grinned through the exertion. A challenge on its own: "Be the first to make me, if you can!" She attempted to seize some form of control over the woman's arms, or of her head. Preferably hooked underneath her own, but even taking hold of her wrists would do here, in the case of her arms. For the head? Some nice smothering ought to distract her for a bit. Just something, anything that would buy her time to try to figure out how to escape this mount.

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For the first several moments, it looked as though Keira had succeeded. Daeva had broken free, but the escape was very much not the well-executed maneuver of a seasoned veteran; and even if it had, with the level of arousal in both women in constant danger of spiking, she couldn't be faulted for being a little messy.

Still, it had given Keira the opening to reclaim her momentum almost immediately. Her body weight pinned the other woman down, position different than before, but not one Keira couldn't work with; if they stayed like this, similar to the opening fall, she could take the lead by scoring her next point in the same position she fell behind from. And even if it wasn't the final point of the match, how sweet would that karmic justice be?

But Daeva's retort had her pouty lip shifting to a sly grin. "Really? Severin begs all the time."

Throughout the banter, she could tell Daeva was attempting to snare her limbs somehow. Keira considered, briefly, allowing the other woman to pull her head into her chest; it was an enticing offer, but not a temptation Keira wanted to subject herself too just yet, purely because she was unsure if she could endure it in her current state. Teasing Daeva in that last hold had worked herself up almost as much, and the last time she allowed herself to lean into the pleasure, she dropped a point over it.

In the end, she sacrificed her wrists to save her head. With her on top, it wasn't like Daeva could do much with them besides prevent her from completing a pin anyway, right? Instead, she focused on trying to wrap their legs together in half of a grapevine, their bodies writhing against each other as they both struggled to gain their advantages. She could worry about freeing her wrists afterwards... so long as she didn't let herself get trapped somehow.

That said... no reason she couldn't provide her own distraction, too. Amidst the tangling of limbs, Keira greedily leaned forward to capture her opponent's lips with her own, adding another layer to their battle. And, just to turn up the heat further, her hips began to shift - intentionally, grinding herself against the woman below her. Mild difficulty, sure, with both of them still trying to entangle the other, but there would be no ignoring this, either. It would demand attention, and at least an attempt at a response - and that could give Keira the 'in' she needed to lock in her legs and reverse the seals on her arms.

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"Really? Severin begs all the time."

That was a tasty line there. Something that made her wonder: Just how deep does this woman's well of experience run? How practiced is she in the art of breaking down the lucky soul who finds themselves under her heel?

"You might..." Daeva's speech continued to slow as her increasingly addled mind struggled with the multiple tasks she was attempting to focus on at once. "...Find me a more...A more difficult-" She wouldn't get to finish. Ironically, it was mere seconds after her wrists were captured that Keira made her next move. It made perfect sense: With her legs tangled up as they were, taking hold of Keira's wrists would only harm her own effort.

And then those perfect lips came bearing down on her again. This time, it was no invitation to dance. This was her reaching out and grabbing her, pulling her along to match her pace. Melting her mind so masterfully -- before those initial rolls of her hips into the sweet spot that had been bared to the world, she hadn't even needed tongue to fog up her thoughts. The sudden flooding of pleasure jumbled in her instincts. A second's hesitation here, one wrong move there, and the grapevine was Keira's to claim.

This continued to be bad in the best way, driving her body to betray her yet again. She had her wrists in hand. There was definitely more that she could do. What, exactly? She couldn't remember. And in the absence of that technical knowledge, her urges took hold. And her urges seemed to have forgotten that they were in a ring, surrounded by thousands, and not in a bed. Her fingers sought the spaces between Keira's own as she squirmed underneath her with diminishing fervor...

***

"Oh, I see a spark in her eye!" It was that same spark Terrell saw the morning after their first match. Lady Kei came out to say hello shortly after. "Kei's plotting something!" Something that would put her firmly in the driver's seat. Seconds later, it happened: Daeva was manipulated about like a marionette.

"What a position!"

"Does that even have a name?"

"Damned if I know."

"Sitout Powerbomb Style?"

"And Keira dives right in, exploring Daeva's folds with masterful precision!"

"Ooh, and that grin...! I don't know exactly what Daeva's feeling, but I do know she's on Cloud Nine!"

"That's definitely how it sounds, folks!"

"We might be about to see another point on the board for your Lady, Severin!"

"It's not gonna take long -- she knows what she's doing!"

"No such luck as Daeva kicks out! And a roll onto her feet! She stumbles!"

"And Kei capitalizes with a Lou Thesz! Daeva ain't goin' nowhere!"

"The two gothic beauties are scrambling for position! Daeva's trying to capture the arms, it looks like!"

Not a bad choice, Terrell would have to admit. Worked for him. He'd keep that quiet, however. Didn't want to broadcast any potential weaknesses.

"Going for the head, pulling it back towards her chest!"

"She's going for another smother!"

"And she doesn't get it! Keira manages to pull away this time!"

"That had to be tough. And now a little trash talk between the two!"

("Really? Severin begs all the time.")

Terrell's response was initially silent, with something that was in between a tilt of the head and a nod. Because hey..."That, I do."

Cue another whipping noise from Cory, and a quick laugh and another "fuck you" from Terrell in response as he stood up. His name had come up, so what the hell, he'll play into this.

"Work your dark magic and bless your humble servant's eyes further with this masterful display of Sapphic eroticism, my Lady! Own her!" He had his hands at either side of his mouth, acting like a makeshift megaphone. He didn't know if it would reach her ears, but he was trying.

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Even before the stolen kiss, Keira knew she was on the right track. Daeva struggled to respond; whether that was difficulty finding the words to finish her statement, or simply too focused on trying to keep track of all the limbs was uncertain, but it didn't matter to Keira beyond idle curiosity. The end result was what she wanted, regardless of the means to get there.

And after the kiss, Daeva seemed to lose herself, and Keira managed to finally pin her in place. She'd sacrificed the use of her hands, but she could attempt to free them at any point now, now that she'd won the battle below. However, there was no rush - in fact, trying to do so immediately was probably what Daeva would expect. Instead, Keira eased back on their legs, reserving just enough attention to not be caught off guard and have her hold broken by a sudden jolt, and shifted the rest into securing control through the kiss.

Before she could give much further thought into what to do next, she was given a surprise anyway; further submission. It was subtle, but Daeva's squirming slowed, less defiant and more just for show. More obvious, her hands released Keira's wrists of their own will and instead drifted upwards, attempting to link their fingers together. Keira allowed it; it would only help her at this point. In doing so, she stretched her arms out to plant their now-joined hands above the other goth woman's head.

They remained there for a beat while Keira ensured she had total control. And in the distance, a faint shout reached her ears over the din of the crowd; she'd recognize T's voice anywhere.

"Work your dark magic and bless your humble servant's eyes further with this masterful display of Sapphic eroticism, my Lady! Own her!"

Keira only made out about half of that, but the message - and the last two words - were crystal clear. As was her path forward, obvious now as though she'd been planning it the whole time. She didn't break focus to acknowledge that she'd heard her man, save for a slight nod of the head, for fear of disrupting her own distraction. She'd let her next move be her answer. Once she was confident she had the timing right, Keira broke apart the kiss long enough to mutter two words: "Got you."

Without waiting for a response, she shifted. Her legs retracted, freeing Daeva's own - perhaps a mirror surprise to her, or perhaps not if Daeva had anticipated what was about to happen before Keira even thought of it - and she used them to push her body forwards. With her chest comfortably covering Daeva's face, Keira relaxed her body, letting gravity do the work to keep herself in place.

She spread her legs outwards to press more of herself down, and arched her back, forcing Daeva's face even deeper into her bust. Her head, meanwhile, lifted just enough to stare into the first row... but Keira's gaze was not aimed in their direction. She tilted her head ever so slightly, just enough to side-eye the commentator's table and flash a smirk.

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Daeva remained blissfully unaware of Severin's cheers from the English commentary table. And of a solid chunk of those from the audience. The body-to-body contact, such ample curves melting into her own impressive charms...! Her eyes closed, and a deep moan emitted from her throat as her arms were pinned down, the sound muffled by Keira's mind-melting lips.

Then she pulled away -- damn it, no!

"Got you."

"Not yet..."

The words came out one, maybe two steps above a whimper. Every second that went by whittled away at her defiance, making its maintenance beyond performativity more and more Herculean.

Maybe Keira did have her.

...

Okay. She has her. When those sweater stretchers hung over Daeva's face, all that was left was a squeeze of her hands. But that hardly qualified, being more her saying "Don't go anywhere" than anything resembling resistance. This was a small thing, but something that the woman portraying her craved deeply. Much like the man watching them at ringside, she liked to hold hands. But her limited experience with intimacy would allow her few opportunities to indulge in that: A beneficial friendship with a girl who felt that it was too intimate, and a short-lived relationship with a guy she met a couple years ago, shortly after getting her fangs done. They would go on to be the very reason for their breakup. And after he said that he wanted to see what kinky looked like coming from her, ironically.

Daeva was ready. And she wouldn't just take. Oh no, she'd give as good as one could in this position. The bra that Keira was wearing left plenty of flesh expose, and she would indulge in it fully, despite the limited air supply she found herself with. Giving her head a shake to motorboat herself. Nipping. Kissing. Licking. Biting. Just these little tests here and there, nothing that would break skin. With differing amounts of pressure, seeing how her dominator handled mixtures of pain and pleasure. All of it done just as hungrily as when she was trapped between her thighs. If not more.

She'd done a good amount of experimentation in her escapades with Jaclyn, and Keira was in a prime position to experience one of the tricks that she'd taught herself: Catching her teeth at the edge of her bra and tugging until more was exposed...

***

"Keira's repositioning a bit here. Giving up the grapevine pin, but maintaining the mount. She's still very much in control here!"

"Trading the legs for the arms! Daeva's pinned down into the mat, but it looks like she's giving in! Relinquishing control of Keira's wrists to lock their fingers together!"

"And introducing a little bit of turnabout -- tit for tat, as they say!"

"And it looks like she heard you, Severin!"

"Yeah, you've got this! Show her what sweet dreams are made of!"

"And who are we to disagree? Keira goes for a smother, and Daeva's letting it happen! But not without a fight!"

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Keira knew well how dangerous her body could be... and how dangerous using it in this way could be, as well. It's why she didn't do it more often; The risk vs reward tradeoff was a gamble, and why risk that when she had safer ways to get ahead?

With that said, if a golden opportunity arose, Keira wasn't one to simply shrug it away. This moment qualified. Daeva wanted slow and sensual, a taste of what Severin got when they were alone, Keira promised to provide - and in this case she knew she'd be getting treated, not abused, in return. It was an obvious win-win. All she had to do was temper herself; which, at this point, was her entire game plan. Not reigning herself in cost her the opening point, and she'd be damned if she made the same mistake twice.

That wasn't to say Daeva was making it easy for her, oh no. Keira had her pinned well and good, but with her rather exposed tits in the pinned girl's face, Daeva was holding nothing back, save for anything particularly dirty. But otherwise, she was freely teasing every inch of skin she could fit in her mouth. And there was no denying that it was definitely getting to Keira; if her body language didn't tell the story, her back arching to allow for maximum smother, then her breathy gasps and moans certainly did. Daeva might be a novice at wrestling, but this was an area she clearly had plenty of experience in. But Keira was in no rush; she was well aware of her level of arousal right now, and Daeva would need to breathe before she surrendered to this.

Her hyperfixation on the attention her chest was getting made it easy to tell when something was off, too. Daeva was still hard at work, but all Keira could feel was stray strands of hair and the occasional light scratch of teeth against her skin. She was up to something... And it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was after. She wasn't chewing on Keira's bra because she enjoyed the taste of fabric.

But that, too, was fine. Frankly, after the start they'd had, Keira would have been shocked if at least some clothes hadn't been lost during the night. If Daeva wanted more of her flesh, that only worked in Keira's favor in this position. Her only response was to lift herself up sligtly; nowhere close to releasing the pin, but just enough for Daeva's teeth to do their work.

"Mmm... took you long enough."

Her words tumbled out in a breathless, drunken slur; more an act on her part than truly losing herself to it just yet, but damn if she didn't feel some anticipation. The woman was good with her mouth. What could it hurt to let her experiment a bit?

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"Mmm... took you long enough."

Daeva would say nothing in response. They were both getting what they had anticipated, for longer than either of them had expected. Now the Underworld Flower had more to play with, and Keira was all but shoving it directly into her mouth. And she fully intended to make up for the time that she was sure that both would say was well lost.

Her tongue reached out for one of those glorious tits like a heatseeking missile, the fleshy tip flicking across the nipple, drawing more of those precious moans. Deepening the arch of her back, bringing her close enough for her lips to latch around it. With suction, combined with more delicate lashes of the tongue, that were designed to send those feel good shocks running right through to her core. Her eyes opened now to half-lidded reverence, watching Keira's beautiful face as it happened.