Natasha Loclear vs Sister Lucia

[lyannapelon]

In contrast Natasha's thoughts were a string of "yes" as she finally brought the fight to the nun who professed to despise the hentai division, giving her just a small taste of what pleasures awaited within the league. "Can't handle this Lucia? I haven't even gotten started yet." She called out from between the nun's thighs, her chin rubbing against Lucia's crotch until she tilted her head back down and returned her tongue to lavishing those needy petals of Lucia.

So long as Lucia continued in vain to cover up her breasts from the crowd and cameras Natasha knew she had time to elevate her attack, her hands tugging upon the other's gear to keep her not just stuck halfway inside the ring but also to expose her slit enough for Natasha's tongue to plunge inside. All she had to do was make Lucia orgasm and the title would belong to her, surely with how chaste the blonde reported to be that couldn't be too far from that moment!

"Deny it all you wish, your body tells the truth while your words are nothing but lies!"

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Lucia could feel Natasha’s tongue working against, digging deep. The harlot was relentless in her pursuit of carnal pleasure, coming after like a starving dog, and this time there was little she could do to avoid her charms and fetid whims. She could feel the orgasm working its way through her body - the racing blood, the break sweet, the tingle coming over her skin. This was, indeed, her darkest hour. She was Jonah, trapped in the gullet of a great beast.

In her distress, Sister Lucia did the only thing she could think to do: She prayed. She prayed for deliverance. For a miracle. For the Lord to deliver her humble servant, much like he had delivered his people out of Egypt in those troubled times.

And the Lord answered.

The lights abruptly went off, bathing the arena in darkness. Cries rang out, shouts of confusion, but none of that would be Natasha’s concern - no, what she would most likely notice were the four pairs of hands grabbing her by the legs and dragging her under the ring, like demons pulling her into the pits of hell. There, in the shadows, covered by the ring apron, two strong hands pinned her wrists to the floor, while someone with a soft, supple body sat on her legs, keeping them anchored as well.

”I got her, I got her!” A voice, heavy and burly, came from above Natasha’s head. ”You getting to work down there?”

”Naturally.” The second voice was calmer, smoother, but with a devious edge, as dextrous digits began pulling Natasha’s bottom away and exposing her sex to the fresh air. ”A little help would not go without appreciation.”

The burlier woman responded with a grunt as she slid forward to pin Natasha’s shoulder under her knees, and from that position she joined her compatriot as the two of them brought the tongue to Natasha’s pussy and worked overtime to pleasure. One of them was slow and patient, teasing her at a steady pace, taking care to stimulate all the most ignored spots, while the other tongue assaulted the folds as if her tongue was at war with them.

Pleasure, overflowing and contradictory, drilled into Natasha at a maddening pace.

[lyannapelon]

This was it, there was no escape for Lucia now as Natasha's grip upon her tights ensured she wouldn't be going anywhere before she was brought to a title losing orgasm! All the signs were clear as day from the fake nun, the tell-tale shudder wracking her body and the rapid heart beat that even Natasha could hear as blood raced through the woman's veins. Just a bit more licking and she would be the winner of the Climax Tournament, this dream now so close that Natasha focused everything she had on this one moment, racing towards what now felt like the inevitable finish!

Then the lights went off and Natasha remembered why she had been so cautious before the match in an instant.

Perhaps she could have still gotten that orgasm from Lucia had she pressed on but in the shock of that moment Natasha desperately glanced around, hoping to see them before they could interfere, but with next to no light she couldn't see a thing until it was too late.

"No! Not now...where are thee-aaahhhh!"

Natasha felt the rug getting yanked out from under her in the blink of an eye, the world becoming a dark blur as distant lights from the crowd suddenly became streaks as she was dragged underneath the ring with such speed and force her grip on Lucia gave out immediately. She frantically tried to grab onto anything but her fingers found nothing that could resist the two people dragging her down!

"Let...uuggghhh go of me!" She struggled against her captors but two against one were never good odds, her wrists pinned flat to the concrete floor beneath the ring while another figure sat upon her legs to keep her from going anywhere. Lucia had been the trapped one only moments earlier but now it was Natasha's turn, the blunette squirming as hard as she could but her two attackers barely paid her any mind as they bantered back and forth, Natasha arching her body up off the floor in one last attempt to break free only for the stronger of the two to slide forward, bringing a swift end to her last escape hope. This helpless feeling had Natasha in a panic, her breathing labored even before the two women began repaying the blunette for what she had done to Lucia with a dual tongue attack upon her pussy!

"St-stoooop! Ohhhh FU...uhhh ahh ahhhh ohhhahhhh!" Natasha was in serious trouble and she knew it, course it was easy to tell for her attackers too as Natasha couldn't even stifle her moans by biting down on her own lip. There was no adjusting or riding the waves of pleasure to this contradiction going on within her pussy and while Lucia hadn't pleasured her in the match Natasha's own excitement at winning the title had primed her for these two. Even so she fought, twisting left and right in the hope of enduring this attack until the lights came back on.

[BlackAkuma]

If you had told Prudence five years ago that she would be under the ring, dressed as a nun, licking the cunt of a hentai wrestler so her slightly insane partner could secure the championship, she would’ve been, at the very least, confused. While it was true that life could take some unexpected turns here and there, she would’ve been hard-pressed to predict the intricacies, vagaries, and impossibilities that would lead here to this very spot, at this very point in time, doing this very unorthodox action. And yet, here she was. The Lord worked in delirious ways.

If she had her way, she would be taking a much more direct route in their ongoing war against LAW, but it wasn’t her call to make. No, she was just here to help Lucia get the job done, which meant sometimes she had to give the woman a little unseen hand. It was clear to everybody that Natasha was sexually out of he league, at least in a pure hentai contest, so they would need to put their thumbs on the scale—just a little.

Okay, a lot.

The two of them worked in tandem, their tongue busying about Natasha’s pussy to drive her into fury. While she couldn't see the woman’s reaction or hear her over the growing den of the crowd, she could feel the way she bucked about, how her legs grew more spastic with each passing second. She was going to reach her limit, soon, but they had to be careful - pushing her over that limit would ruin everything.

More determined than ever, Prudence dug her fingers into Natasha’s ass and ran her claws along the side of her hips with a possessive grip. Just a little more, a little longer…

[lyannapelon]

In the dark beneath the ring Natasha wasn't sure which woman was on top of her, not that it mattered given their tongues were dancing together within her melting pussy. In the back of her mind she knew the pair wouldn't make her cum where no one could see. No, they would bring her to the bring of climax and then toss her back into the ring for Lucia to finish her off, though even that would require more intimacy from the fake nun than she had given her the entire match. For a moment she thought about just letting go in the hope the duo would go too far and make her cum, letting her reset even if it would leave her drained afterward.

However she couldn't do it, there was just too much fight in Natasha to surrender, even if it was the wisest move in her position. Instead she would show one of these two just who they were dealing with as she lifted her head up between the thighs of whomever was kneeling on her shoulders, kissing and licking over the woman's crotch even as her own twitched, juices splashing out into the mouths of her attackers in a sign she was close to orgasm as she could be!

She just had to hope she could last long enough inside the ring to get her hands on Lucia, the woman had to be close herself so she would bet everything on that last desperate gambit!

[BlackAkuma]

On paper, this shouldn’t have been that hard, and Prudence wasn’t expecting much in the way of a challenge. Their task was simple - pull Natasha in under the apron, work her over, then throw her into the ring and let Lucia finish her off. Then they go home with the title, and celebrate over communion wafers and grape juice or whatever silly thing their leader had in mind.

Only one problem: Natasha wasn’t quite going along with the plan. The blue bitch was putting up a damn fight.

”Hey, hey, what the fuck?” Prudence squawked as she could feel Natasha’s tongue starting to work into her, slithering into her pussy like she owned it and working her magic. She knew the woman was good, but she had underestimated just how damn good - only a few touches, and she already felt like she wasn’t too far off from cumming herself. ”Chas, Chas! Hurry up!”

Chastity merely hummed below, calm and aloof as always, but she knew what she was doing. She worked away at Natasha’s pussy even as the woman gave Prudence no small amount of pleasure, stimulating her, teasing her, setting her nerves aflame, stoking those forbidden passions, until…

”Now.”

That was all Prudence needed to hear. With a tight grip on Natasha’s hair, she proceeded to pull the brunette out from under the ring, up to her feet, then in under the bottom ropes, letting her haggard form roll towards the center. With only moments to spare, she ducked back under the apron with Prudence, just as the lights were coming back on, leaving a confused crowd to look on at the mess inside the ring and come to their own conclusions.

[lyannapelon]

Natasha fought against what she suspected was a literal clock as the lights going out had to have been the work of her two assailiants, but unless there was a third they must have set a timer of some sort and were racing against however long they had thought it would take to break her. She was not going to go down without a fight however, giving the one woman she could actually get her hands on the best oral of her life, determined to make at this one cum before she did even if the only other one around to notice was her other attacker.

It came down to the wire but Natasha came up short, her attacker saved by the lights rather than the bell as they sprung up from the floor to drag Natasha back out from beneath the ring. Whoever it was who had been outside her reach had done quite a number on her, never would she have thought Lucia's henchmen could be that skilled sexually, but the proof was in how dangerously close to cumming she now was as her attackers threw her back into the ring.

As if on cue the lights sprang back to life and the crowd clearly didn't know what to do as both women were sprawled out on the canvas, Natasha laying face down several feet away from the ropes where she had been unceremoniously tossed under. Slowly however the crowd's energy began to build once more, only this time the love was more evenly split as many seemed to have come to the conclusion that Lucia must have performed one hell of a sexual comeback to leave Natasha laid out with her juices glistening all along her inner thighs.

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Lucia could only reach one conclusion based on all the available evidence. The lights had gone down, seemingly for no reason, perfectly timed for when she was in most danger of losing the match. They had been off for some time, too, which led her to believe it was more than a mere technical failure. She had told her partners to stay away and leave this match to her and her alone, so she knew it couldn't have anything to do with them. Now, with the lights back on, her opponent seemed worn up, drained, and on the verge of cumming at the slightest touch.

There was only one explanation. One way to reconcile all this evidence.

”It’s a miracle!”

Clearly, the Lord saw her plight, bathed the arena in darkness and stimulated Natasha in the gloom. This was a sign from above that she was meant to wield the Hentai Championship in His name. That her goals were just and righteous. Like Joshua in the days of old, a victory had been delivered unto her.

Sister Lucia pounced on her proud foe, eagerly closing the distance between them, and sat at the woman’s side, She reached over, gathered her legs together, and threaded them with her own, creating a leg knot, one that had her thighs rubbing against the woman’s pussy as she applied pressure to her knees. Her hand came up, wrapped around her foe’s face, and pulled it towards hers, so that she could her tongue along Natasha’s neck and nibble at the tender flesh.

It was Sister Lucia’s hentai finisher, the

, a move designed to give pain and pleasure in equal measure, while allowing Sister Lucia to take certain liberties. The perfect move to finish off the harlot and begin her reign…

[lyannapelon]

As she laid there upon the canvas Natasha focused on just her breathing, the blunette's ample chest rising and falling heavily but at a steady rhythm as she went from gasping for air to deep breaths, her eyes fluttering between open and shut as she stared upwards at the bright lights of the arena. "You're no saint...just a cheat..." With Natasha drained she couldn't shout those words to the rafters like she wanted but at least Lucia would hear her and know Natasha knew the truth behind this talk of miracles.

She went to rise once she saw movement out of the corner of her eye but the fake nun was upon her before she could properly defend herself, Natasha flailing with her arms in a bid to fend her off only for Lucia to persist and tangle her up in a hold she didn't recognize. Given Lucia's disdain of hentai wrestling Natasha failed to realize the real danger she was in, the blunette steeling herself for pain only to feel a jolt race up her spine as Lucia's thigh slipped up between her own and brought the fight directly to Natasha's overworked pussy!

"This is...?! Ohhhhh~"

Natasha went to throw her head back as she moaned but Lucia pulled her head in close, her breath hitching for a moment when she felt the other woman's tongue running up her neck. She had always been proud of her flexibility but even she was feeling the pressure of the hold. The mix of pain and pleasure had her mind struggling to make sense of the several stimuli assailing her, Natasha struggling against her captor only making it worse but it was that or surrender and she refused to do that! "Succumb t-to my c-charms?" She groaned out while looking sideways into the eyes of Lucia, showing defiance even as her pussy was melting against the other's thigh.

As the seconds ticked by Natasha let go of Lucia's forearm and reached down for one of the nun's bare breasts instead, squeezing the mound rougher than she had earlier as she seemed to be holding on for dear life. The muscles in her legs strained and flexed all the while, Natasha fighting for a way out in this desperate moment.

[BlackAkuma]

The belt was right there. Right there. Sister Lucia had fought hard for, sacrificed for it, bled for it, and now it was within her grasp. The only thing standing between her and domination of the hentai division was this blue-haired Frenchwoman, and if Satan believed that was a real obstacle for her, he was about to be proven sorely incorrect.

So lost in her revelry was Sister Lucia that she almost didn’t hear the harlot’s hisses, but she managed to break away enough to focus on them after a moment, smiling down with a cruel grin. ”Was it cheating when the Lord helped David strike down Goliath? When Joshua walked ‘round the walls of Jericho, and they came tumbling down?” She wrenched the hold tighter out of spite and picked up the pace with her strokes.

”There is no cheating in war, slattern.” She chuckled, a dark, rattling sound under her breath. ”Hopefully you’ll come to understand that, when I-”

Her taunting came to an end as she felt Natasha’s hand at her breast - a last, desperate bid for survival from the desperate woman, a final shot at victory in the throes of defeat. Those hands, light and lean, danced along her skin, teasing her with subtle pleasure, and she had to bite her tongue to keep her focus. She wasn’t the only in danger, here.

This needed to end.

With gritted teeth, Sister Lucia picked up the pace and pumped away her foe, rubbing at her pussy with an animalistic fervor and fury. Both of them were at their limit, she could tell, but she was determined to drag Natasha over, kicking and screaming if need be. ”Just come already, you silly, stubborn, annoying little…”