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

[ADarlingDucky]

The sight of Nova swinging a leg over her head and positioning her plump ass directly over Swan's face was enough to surprise the luchadora, but any further noises from Swan would be lost when Nova planted that rear directly on the luchadora's masked mug! In a flash, Swan was subjected to a move that she most certainly hadn't foreseen the heroine using, but perhaps the sensual nature of Swan's assault earlier had caused Nova to entertain some new forms of offense to use against the masked wrestler! No matter what happened, the result was now that Swan's face was buried in Nova's ass, the heroine posturing up atop her as she grabbed hold of Swan's chest, getting a nice and comfortable position atop her as Swan was left in sweltering darkness, two soft orbs smushing her face! Nova's rear was incredibly shapely and soft, but the facesit was almost immediately proving to be a danger as it robbed Swan of the ability to breathe, something made even worse when Nova's fist suddenly crashed into her stomach, as the heroine began to rain down punches onto Swan's belly!

Each blow caused Swan's body to jerk in response, the luchadora finding herself with her midsection being hammered on by the woman atop her, and before very long had passed, she was left with an dull ache in her midsection, and very short on air! Mercifully, for the moment, the punches would cease raining down, and Nova would seem to pause in her assault, though she would remain planted on Swan's face. And then, in place of the rain of punches to her stomach, Swan would feel the sensation replaced as Nova begin to slowly grind her hips against Swan's face, reaching down and grabbing her chest as she did so, riding the luchadora's facial features as she squirmed underneath!

"Mmmpph... Mmmgh..." Swan's groans were lost in the soft flesh of Nova's ass, the heroine's thick rear squishing and grinding against her face, as the luchadora came to the realization that she was being used as nothing more than a toy for her opponent to hump away her pent up desires! It seemed that Swan had managed to work Nova up, but now she was paying the price for it! The heavyweight grabbed hold of her chest, and Swan couldn't help but let out another groan into Nova's rear, her nipples poking against her foe's hands, the heavyweight no doubt feeling them as she groped Swan.

As plush and soft as Nova's ass was, if Swan remained underneath her for that much longer, that behind was no doubt going to put her to sleep, and so the luchadora had to do something lest she succumb to her opponent! Gathering herself just a bit, Swan would plant her hands on Nova's thighs, and then with one motion, she'd bridge up at the same time she shoved hard on her opponent's lower body, looking to push Nova backwards off of her face, gaining herself freedom and fresh air once more, before immediately rolling to the side and getting some distance between her and her foe!

[Parker]

Nova’s lidded eyes stared down at the woman beneath her, attention drawn to the sheen of sweat where her outfit parted, giving her a window to the woman beneath. While it made for a lovely sight, the feel of her was that much better. Palms twisting as they groped at her breasts greedily, each squeeze and squirm better than the last. She sighed, quiet and content, the muffled moans rumbling between her legs only serving to entice her further in pleasing herself. Black Swan had awakened something in her and was now paying the price.

When the villain tried to shift her head, tried to call out and scream or moan, she found Nova’s weight grinding down on her, her powerful frame dragging itself up and down along her features, dragging her mask askew with each roll of her hips. The heroine let out a shuddered gasp as she found a spot just right, where Swan’s dying breaths were still warm, her nose and chin pressed up against her just right. Her bounteous backside jiggled with each quick, pleasing thrust as she rode her opponent into the mat.

Black Swan’s preparations went either unnoticed or unheeded as Nova continued on her would-be conquest without pause. Just as she shifted to reposition herself, everything happened all at once. The shove, the bridge, Swan wiggling free in the pocket of space she carved for herself. It left the lust-filled heroine on her backside, in a mild stupor as her personal throne attempted to escape her.

She rolled onto her hands and knees almost immediately, a half-crazed look in her glassy eyes as she watched the backside of her fleeing prey. With a cry, she lunged for Swan like a feral animal to try and grab any part of her should could manage, intending to bring her back for more, until she had her fill.

[ADarlingDucky]

The longer that Swan spent underneath Nova Steele, the more that a fire both grew between her legs, but also within her lungs, as her foe's curvy body and gentle handling of her chest contrasted with the desperate need for air she felt as her foe's plump rear denied her any. Swan groaned and twisted, but all it served to do was make Nova shift atop her harder, with more force and more direction, ultimately finding a spot that she liked, really pressing herself hard into the face of the masked woman below. Swan wouldn't have minded had she not had a match to partake in, but the idea of being humped into submission before passing out underneath Nova's ass was just a bit more humiliation than she was willing to bear, and so the luchadora began to work at freeing herself.

A calculated movement of her body would manage to get the heavyweight off of her, as Swan bridged up and pushed hard at Nova, creating enough of a shift that her foe would drop down onto the canvas, leaving Swan's face free from booty. The luchadora quickly scrambled upwards, not looking to have Nova simply regain her seat before she had a chance to flee, and as she quickly pushed herself, stumbling just a bit thanks to some lightheadedness, she cast a brief glance over her shoulder to see her opponent.

Nova did not look pleased at the escape.

Perhaps not even for a lack of frustration over failing to put Swan away, but the flush in her cheeks and the longing that mixed with annoyance in her eyes told Swan all that she needed to know, that the luchadora had interrupted a very special moment for her, and she was rabidly trying to get back to it. Swan could hear the thundering towards her as Nova started moving, but the luchadora didn't turn around, instead thinking of something faster.

"Time to cool you down hero!" Swan said, before the masked woman suddenly threw herself backwards, flipping upside down as she swung a leg overhead, looking to blast Nova with a kick she couldn't have seen coming, a pele kick right to the head!

[Parker]

Nova pursued, as Black Swan rolled from her, it took the form of scrambling on all fours. She lunged, hands narrowing, missing grabbing hold of the elusive luchadora as she scrambled to her feet. Slapping her palms to the mat, the heroine followed suit, shambling after with the focus of a bull who had seen red. All that mattered in this moment was getting her hands on her opponent again.

When Black Swan briefly paused, Nova smirked. She had her now. Then, the luchadora sprang up in a practiced flip, one that slowed the heroine down to watch in a momentary stupor.

The kick landed clean.

Nova hadn’t even seen it coming, just a flash of motion, a blur of black and red, then the crack of Swan’s boot colliding with her temple. The impact stole her balance in an instant. Her legs buckled beneath her, and the heroine dropped hard onto her knees, her head lolling to one side as her pink hair fell across her face.

The world spun for a heartbeat, the lights above fracturing into streaks of color. Her fingers twitched at her sides, instinctively trying to brace against the mat, but the strength behind them faltered. The crowd’s roar was just noise now, muted beneath the ringing in her ears.

Her breathing came shallow, the once-proud rise and fall of her chest reduced to short, stunned pulls. She blinked hard, trying to find her opponent through the haze, but her focus kept slipping, her body swaying slightly where she knelt. Threatening to teeter over at any moment.

[ADarlingDucky]

Just barely escaping Nova's clutches, Black Swan was still getting some air back as she glanced over her shoulder and saw the heroine, flushed and more than a little ready for a release, charging towards her, clearly intent on getting Swan back underneath her! It had been established at this point that the heavyweight hero possessed far more strength than Black Swan, and if the luchadora ended up in her grasp, another fight to get out could be more than she bargained for, and so she needed a way to stop her foe cold. And so, with one swift motion, Black Swan would do just that as she suddenly flipped backwards, swinging her whole body so that her leg could swing over in an arc, before her boot cracked against Nova's head, landing a hard pele kick on the charging woman!

The move landed as flush as she could have hoped, and as Swan landed on the mat and quickly began picking herself up, a brief glance over at Nova would see her staggering this way and that, clearly barely able to keep her legs underneath her. And Swan, recognizing this chance, turned to rush towards the ropes, bouncing off of them before launching herself straight at Nova, closing the gap between herself and the heavyweight, with a focused gaze!

"It's time for you to know true chaos!" Swan cried, just managing to get the words out before she reached Nova, leaping up and jumping onto the heroine, twisting her body around Nova's as the two came together!

In a flash, Swan looked to rotate herself around Nova's body, acrobatically swinging around her foe before she made it back in front of her, and as she did, both of her legs would come up to clamp around the heavyweight's head, as her upper body swung behind Nova's back! Grabbing hold of the heroine's arm, Swan would use it to anchor herself in place, as the luchadora locked in her finishing submission, the Swan Song!

Spoiler

[Parker]

The pele kick hit like lightning, sudden, sharp, blinding. Nova didn’t even see it coming; she only felt the impact flash through her skull. Her vision pulsed white at the edges, lights, crowd, even Swan’s movement blurring into one dizzying rush. She reached up to her temple, trying to shake off the ringing in her ears, but the sound of rushing air told her the storm wasn’t over.

Before she could brace, Swan was on her.

The luchadora’s body spun around her like a blur of black feathers, grace and speed entwined with deadly precision. Nova gasped as the smaller woman’s thighs coiled around her neck, the slick compression cutting into her balance instantly. Swan’s arm hooked around hers, anchoring herself as her body hung inverted behind Nova’s front, the submission cinched in full.

Her head wrenched to the side, Swan’s crotch jammed up against her face, only her eyes left to peer over the curves of her backside. The pressure came fast, sharp, merciless. Nova’s garms flexed but were sacred taut, fingers clawing at the air, in a desperate attempt to grab hold of something, anything. The blood throbbed behind her eyes, her pulse roaring in her ears.

"NnmmMmmhhm…!" she grunted, her voice muffled by Swan’s backside lodged up against her, eyes rolling back a bit as she felt those legs constrict even more. Her boots scraped desperately against the mat, legs shifting to find leverage. She tried to rise up from one knee, but the weight dragged her back down, making both women bounce. Each motion only made the headscissor tighten.

Her muscles flexed against the pain, neck straining, arms trembling as she fought to lift her opponent’s weight. The crowd was rallying behind her, clapping rhythmically as the heroine’s broad shoulders twitched and rolled, her whole body trembling under the effort.

Sweat trailed down her temple. Her shallow came out ragged and hot up against Swan’s body. But she refused to fall flat.

Her body trembled, caught between instinct and exhaustion. The crowd’s roar rose, but in the haze, Nova’s world narrowed to the crushing weight around her neck, the sound of her pulse, and the searing will not to fade. She thrashed from side to side, but slowly the fight seemed to drain out of her, eyelids fluttering as they drooped further… further. The tension in her body drip…drip…dripping… until she sagged forward, stick stuck upright with Black Swan hanging from her unresponsive, slack body.

[ADarlingDucky]

After blasting Nova with the pele kick, Swan saw an opportunity as her foe struggled to stand, teetering this way and that, just barely keeping herself upright, and she planned on putting it to good use, as she bounced off the ropes and ran back towards the heroine. Nova looked like she could scarcely stand, but she had just enough energy to keep herself upright as Swan flew into her, deftly twisting around the heavyweight's body as she rotated into position, legs snapping around Nova's head as she swung up and around to snatch up her arm. The crowd watched in awe as Swan, with practiced efficiency, soon made her foe into her playground as she hung from her, both choking Nova with her thighs and wrenching her arms behind her, leaving the heroine tied up with nowhere to go, the strength that she'd need to save herself from the submission long gone at this point!

Nova let out a muffled groan into Swan's cheeks, the luchadora able to feel her foe's grunts against her, but in spite of the crowd's cheers, the big face was having trouble finding any kind of purchase, as her body shook against the masked woman. Each second that passed by only drew more pained groans and full-body shakes from Nova, and Swan could feel that the match was nearing it's end, Nova stuck fast. Still, in spite of the pain she must be feeling, and being denied any new air, the hero refused to fall, and she refused to submit, slowly sinking down and slumping forwards, but not falling.

Still, it couldn't save her from slowly succumbing to a thigh-fueled sleep. And after a few strained moments in Swan's submission, the heavyweight's movements would cease, as she passed out in the grasp of the luchadora!

The bell rang as Swan dropped Nova, already aware that her foe was out, and not wanting to inflict any undue damage on her, would drop from the hold, landing on the mat and letting Nova collapse fully, the chaotic luchadora having won a hard-fought victory! Standing up, Swan would raise her arms high and strike a villainous pose, going as far as to place her boot gently on the chest of her slumbering opponent, the villainous luchadora soaking in her win!

"That's right! And let this be a lesson to any heroine who tries to defeat this masked menace... you cannot stop chaos!" She capped it off with some villainous laughter, her role played to perfection! But perhaps not finished yet! As she moved towards the edge of the ring to exit it, Swan would suddenly turn and grab Nova, pulling her over towards the rope as well, slipping out herself before pulling the heavyweight onto the apron! And then, bracing herself, she'd pull Nova off the apron and drape the bigger woman over her shoulders, letting out a groan of exertion as she took on her weight!

"Nnngh... you're lucky I've upped how much I squat lately..." Swan groaned, mostly to herself, as she slowly walked up the ramp with Nova carried along, the villain taking away the hero with her. "And now... to make you my little pet. Don't worry heroine... we're just getting started!" Swan chirped, throwing one last glance at the crowd before her and Nova disappeared backstage, with a long night ahead of them!

Winner via Knockout: Black Swan!