The demoness and the knight (Double debut match)

[APimpNamedSlickback]

SMACK

Yasha's body absorbed most of the impact, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for air. The legdrop connected solidly, making her squirm and cough beneath him.

"Aha! Take that!" Ramza exclaimed, raising both fists above his head. The crowd's cheers washed over him like a wave.
But then he paused.
Oh wait, he's hurting a woman.

"Ahem. Right. Sorry about that." Ramza cleared his throat, his earlier bravado deflating as reality set back in. He sat up properly, before standing up.

"You're... you're doing quite well though, miss Yasha," he offered. "But I think I should end it here."

Grabbing her arm, he hauled her up to her feet. Using the same arm, he would try to use it as leverage to haul her up on his shoulders in order to set-up for Olympia slam. Rightfully so, he blushed brightly when he had to place his arm between her legs to lift her up.

[Lady Meyneth]

Ramza celebrated at first, but then came that gentlemanly side of him that even made him compliment Yasha’s efforts. It would be on Reika’s ability to take those hits and resist where her true mettle as a wrestler would be measured. The redhead was in a rough situation, at the mercy of a rival who looked like he wanted to claim de victory in a quick and decisive manner, but she was still in this match and would just wait for a proper moment to make a move and claim the initiative.

Unluckily it looked like that chance wasn’t coming soon. The pain coming from Yasha’s front body was too big now and Ramza wasn’t losing any time with idle conversation or by rousing the crowd. Instead he made his intentions to end the match there and now clear. Forcing Yasha on her feet again, he got a hand between her legs, she noticed his hesitance during that move, to set her up for the Olympia Slam. That was going to be big, so Yasha made her best to breathe deep and tense her body, bracing for the upcoming impact...

[APimpNamedSlickback]

Ramza lifted Yasha over his shoulder with a grunt of effort, balancing her weight as he prepared for the finishing move. Despite his gentlemanly nature, his determined to end this.

"Ready?" he asked, though he didn't really expect an answer.

Without waiting, he dropped into a low stance, using his core muscles to launch her upward while simultaneously bringing her down, putting every ounce of power he had behind it.

CRASH

Yasha hit the mat with tremendous force, the impact reverberating through the entire ring. But something else happened—a small snap sound, barely audible over the roar of the crowd. And then...

WHOOOAAHHH!!! The crowd roared.

Yasha's bikini top, already straining against the constant punishment and her baggage, finally gave way under the sheer force. The fabric popped free, her breasts flying out of it's confines for the crowd to see as Yasha lay sprawled on her back, exposed to hundreds of cheering spectators.

[Lady Meyneth]

Being resting on top of Ramza’s shoulders wasn’t a comfortable position at all, but knowing what was coming after that it started feeling like the best place to be. Unluckily for Yasha that wouldn’t last much and that position only served so Ramza could set his Olympia Slam up. The crowd was excited, they all knew what that pause meant and Ramza had to be flawless in the execution of the finisher move.

And he was.

With a sound SLAM Yasha impacted against the mat, her senses overloading as signals of pain and disorientation came from everywhere. She sprawled on the mat while the crowd roared in approval. It looked like the deed was done and the only thing that rested was for Ramza to pin her and claim victory. However, that pin never came. Because of some unknown reason the golden-haired man hesitated. Yasha hadn’t even noticed that her bra had fallen off in the middle of the finisher, so she couldn’t connect the dots, but she wasn’t going to let this second chance pass. She darted forwards, grabbing Ramza’s arm and pulling towards the mat where, from her sitting position, hoisted her legs upwards to wrap them around his neck, using her leverage to take him down in a headscissors! “Aww, you saw my breasts and froze in place! Are you that easy to fluster?”, she mocked, ignoring how close she had been to actually losing the match.

[APimpNamedSlickback]

Yasha's legs wrapped around Ramza's neck from below, yanking him forward into her crotch. The golden-haired young man caught off guard by the sudden reversal, his eyes widening as he found himself being pulled face-first toward a very intimate place

"Ah! What?!"
The headscissor locked tight, forcing him down. Ramza's hands shot out to brace himself against the canvas, for support and grip, but Yasha's thighs squeezed around his neck with considerable pressure.

"Mmph!" He coughed, his face flushing bright red. His golden eyes darted forward, catching a glimpse of what he'd accidentally freed moments ago. The sight of her bare chest, combined with the pressure building in his skull, made his blush deepen considerably. Not to mention the scent of her...

Ignoring that, Ramza's arms braced against the mat, his muscles tensing as he fought to maintain his position. But Yasha's grip was surprisingly strong, squeezing tighter around his neck.

"G-gah!" he choked out, face burning crimson from either in embarrassment or lack of air. His hands slid against the canvas, searching desperately for purchase.

Then inspiration struck—or perhaps panic. Without thinking it through, Ramza planted his hands firmly on her inner thighs and pushed outward with all his might. The sudden shift in force broke her grip momentarily, and he managed to roll sideways, escaping the hold.

But in his haste, his hands caught on the hem of her short skirt as he pulled away. The fabric tore completely, leaving Yasha's panties fully exposed to the arena lights and the thousands of cheering spectators.

"Oh no! I'm— I'm so sorry!" Ramza stammered, holding the torn piece of cloth in his hands before throwing it away with a small scream. His face was absolutely scarlet now.

[Lady Meyneth]

For someone who had been on the losing end of things until just some seconds ago, taking a pretty decent amount of punishment in form of damage to her abdomen, Yasha was starting to look pretty well now. Using her rival’s hesitation against him, the redhead locked a headscissors move. However, the hold was rushed and no matter how powerful her thighs could be her core was still in a pretty damaged state. Her body was in deep pain and securing the lock had its strain on her. It wasn’t the most desirable outcome but at least she had Ramza under control.

Reika could notice how Ramza’s face was turning more intense shades of red, and she wondered if this was because of the lack of air she was subjecting him to or because of how close his face was to her groin. However, the golden-haired man found strength to fight back and unluckily Yasha was still too strained to properly maintain the hold, so after some pressure and strength from Ramza’s part he managed to free himself. In the midst of his toil there was another casualty though.

With a ripping sound Yasha’s skirt was torn and the redhead was left with only her glossy spandex panties covering her. She wasn’t fazed by this. After all, this was a regular Tuesday to her. Ramza, on the other hand, was flustered beyond measure, his face deep red and trying to apologize to her. The Demoness decided she had to use this to her advantage. “You play polite, but you are eager to get me naked, huh?”, she teased with her arms to her hips, which highlighted her breasts.

Yasha knew what she wanted to do next, so she advanced towards Ramza in a position that gave away that they were to lock in a collar-elbow lockup, but she would instantly transition so she would be pressing his face against her bust, wanting to see how this affected Ramza’s fighting abilities.

[APimpNamedSlickback]

"W-what?! N-no! I didn't mean—!" Ramza stammered, backing away until his back hit the ropes. His golden eyes darted between Yasha's face and... elsewhere, unable to look downwards.

Before he could protest further, Yasha locked up with him and crushed his face directly into her exposed breasts, the soft flesh molding around his features. The crowd erupted in wild cheers and catcalls, mostly out of jealousy for the lucky man

"Mmmph!!"
Ramza's vision filled entirely with pale skin and curves. The warmth enveloped his entire head, her scent overwhelming at this close range. His brain short-circuited, hands moving almost automatically to grip her upper torso and accidentally groping her.

"This is... highly inapprop-" he muffled against her chest, before accidentally taking one of her nipples in his mouth.
Huh? It taste salty with sweat but nice.

[Lady Meyneth]

It was fun seeing how Reika’s words were affecting Ramza way more than her wrestling moves. He was now stammering and reeling back as if the revealing of her rival’s body had had an effect on him. He looked flustered and stammered when trying to explain himself, and Reika couldn’t help but feel it was kind of cute, but that wouldn’t save him. After all this was a weakness and in that ring that kind of weak spot wouldn’t be permitted. Just as she forced his face against her breasts, Yasha jumped and locked her legs around his waist so she was scissoring him again, squeezing a little just to have him under control, even make him go on his knees so he couldn’t try anything funny.

That was the moment Ramza got one of Yasha’s nipples in his mouth. No matter how involuntary this movement could have been the redhead had no way of knowing this, and it didn’t matter because when his tongue brushed against her nipple she gave a gasp of surprise and let out a short pant. “M-mmhhh~” She pressed him harder against her breasts while she squeezed her legs to keep him under control. However, she was still exposed to some arousal now that Ramza was stimulating her, and soon enough her nipple would go hard against his tongue, inside the warmth and wetness of his mouth.

[APimpNamedSlickback]

His golden eyes widened in shock as her nipple stiffened against his tongue, growing firm and sensitive within his mouth. It's his very first time tasting such texture. It wasn't bad per say but embarrassment of doing it is getting to him.

"Mmnh!" A muffled whimper escaped him, followed by a louder groan as he found her squeezing him with her legs tight around his waist, forcing him to buckle and fall on the canvas on top of her.

The landing only forced him deep into her chest, forcing his mouth around her hardened nub and inadvertently sucking on the nipple. Meanwhile, his free hand is gripping her other breast, engulfing said appendage with it's size as he squeezed it for support and his grip to reality.

[Lady Meyneth]

Reika was in a position that if looked at by any hentai wrestler they would seem it looks of a disadvantage. After all, no matter how she was smothering and surely weakening Ramza, the man was in a place where he could and he was eating her breasts out and delivering her some undeniable pleasure while he was being given nothing, or at least it seemed like that. Yasha was making a wager though, trusting in her resistance and believing that Ramza’s inexperience would end up giving her the final edge.

Ramza, however, was dedicated to eating her breast no matter how Yasha assumed control or how deeply blushing he was. No matter his whimpering he was clearly liking it and despite his fumbling around technique the redhead had to admit her nipples were starting to feel pretty good. “Seems like you’re enjoying yourself down there…-Mmmhhn ~” A short, low moan escaped her throat. She had to do something or she risked getting really aroused but that shouldn’t be a problem with someone as easily flustered as Ramza. When both landed on the mat with him on top Reika started bucking her hips which were firmly attached to Ramza’s thanks to her legs. They weren’t skin on skin because she was still wearing her wrestling bottoms and he his shorts, but she trusted the intimacy of their approach made his bulge start tenting up, working on his arousal…